simplyfyre
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Greetings Karynn and All others,
I was wondering that myself.
Even tho a kef still faintly adorns my thigh I must say I have never been that or even a ravenging(sp) one.
For some reason my Owners in the past Never shared my sexual anything with anyone
and I get quite tired of people assuming the word slut means loose morals...
so I am going to share somethng I wrote once elsewhere ,another lifetime ago,on the use of the word slut for clarification for the non goreans that frequest this board.
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I find it to be a term of endearment when it is used in reference to myself and no different than the words sweetie or dear or sweet one or slutlings and I often use these words to refer to woman I am friendly with.
The word slut is used in the Chronicles of the Gor books themselves and it is found in many places throughout the series using the term to refer to female slaves.
I've has long since let go of the connotations the term 'slut' has carried in the culture from which was left behind when i found Gor and as a Gorean's slave,she does not think of the word as being a insult whatsoever. It certainly is not in John Norman's writing.
kajira are also often referred to as beasts, animals and property within the series.
i've enclosing some quotes.....indeed most are Males using the term but there are females to female using the term included as well along with the ending one referring to female slaves as property and animals.
[size=2 font][size=4 font]"Position, Slut!" I snapped at the girl. Swiftly, the Lady Florence, frightened, knelt in the straw. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her head up, her hands on her thighs. She knelt in the position of a house slave. I looked at her sternly. Swiftly she spread her knees. She knelt now in the position of the pleasure slave, the slave of interest to men.
Page 346 Explorers of GOR
[size=2 font][size=2 font]Many Gorean men, in their vanity, will not admit to caring for slaves. Even the thought of it, it seems, would embarrass them. Who could care for a meaningless slut in a collar? Yet, too often, for just such women, luscious and helpless, and in bondage, men are prepared to kill. Indeed, more than one war on Gor has been fought to recover a single slave.
Dancer of Gor, page 421
[size=2 font][size=4 font]An interesting contrast here is the Gorean master/slave relationship. Men tend to be extremely interested in things they own, and tend, usually, to be quite fond of them. Owned women do not form an exception to this general rule. The slave girl is commonly desired and prized by her master; she is one of his treasures. The Gorean master, interested in her and attentive to her, wants to know everything abou ther, in her emotions and feelings, in their feminine, lyrical detail. Conversing with a lovely slave is one of the many pleasures of owning her. It is almost impossible for a girl to keep her thoughts or feelings from her master. He knows her too well. Most girls are extremely responsive to their masters, and love them deeply, with that incredible love which can be known only by an enslaved woman, that love which a woman can accord only to a man who is her total master. Yet I would be remiss did I not mention that even the most vital, animate slave, delightedly conversing with her master, knows that at a mere snap of his fingers she may have to tear aside her garments and serve him as a chain slut. She is owned. Too, many slave girls are kept by men who are harsh and cold to them, who despise them as mere slaves. These girls, too, of course, must obey. They, too, of course, must perform perfectly for their masters.
Page 99 Explorers of GOR
[size=3 font]“Forgive me, Mistress,” said Susan. “Of course you, as a free woman, could not!” I was angry. I
considered whipping the little, collared slut. She put her head down, quickly, and continued her work,
menial work, work suitable for such as she, a slave.
Kajira of Gor Book 19 Page
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"He looked me over. I blushed, under Gorean appraisal, I only wore my tether.
"Stand as a slave," he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
"Excellant," said Ladletender, smacking his lips.
"Master is pleased," I said.
"Yes," he said.
"The slave too, is then pleased," I said.
"Behold," said he, He drew forth, from a leather bag nearby, a sack, such as vegetables may be carried in.
I looked at it. I was puzzled. It was folded; it was small. He removed the tether from my neck. I shook my head and hair, the bond removed. He gestured to the sack. It had been used to carry vegetables. There was printing on it.
"Put it on", he said.
I opened the sack. In it were cut an opening for the head, and two for the arms. I drew it over my head. It was snug. With binding fiber he cinched it on my body.
He stepped back. "Lovely," he said. It came high on my thighs. There was a casualness about it, a carelessness about the shoulders, with respect to my figure. But the binding fiber, bound twice about my belly, and cinched tight, at my left hip, accentuated my breasts and hips. There was a hint of lusciousness, concealed within so apparently negligent a wrapper. It was well contrived, psychologically, to suggest a cheap, but most tasty slut.
I reddened.
"Here," said Ladletender. He held up a string of slave beasds. I smiled. I reached for them. "Not so fast," said he. I put down my hands. He put the beads in his belt. "Turn about." he said. I did so. It is the man on Gor, often, who puts jewelry on the female, bedecking her. It is not uncommon, even, for him, should he have a pierced-ear slave, to fasten her earrings on her. I assumed Tup Ladletender would rope the slave beads on my neck, fastening them behind my neck. They were of wood, and cheap and pretty. I would be pleased to wear a decoration. Once I had nearly had my throat cut for my lack of knowledge of "Bina", or slave beads. I still did not understand why. Too, once I had had a strange dream that dealt with slave beads, a meaningless dream I had not understood, in which I had been asked, strangely, to string such beads. My hands were pulled behind me, and locked in slave bracelets. Then, as I stood helplessly braceleted, Tup Ladletender roped the cheap beads about my neck.
He stepped before me.
"You are beautfiful, Dina," said he.
"Thanks you, Master," I said.
~Slave Girl of Gor...page 249~
[size=2 font]"I see you will be strong with me, Master," I said.
"What a fool I am," he said, "to care for a miserable Earth-girl slave."
"I ask only to love and serve you,Master,"I said.
"Yet you are attractive," he said.
"A girl is grateful to her master, should he find her pleasing," I said.
"So you would choose to be a slave?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"Slut," he said.
"Yes,Master," I said.
"It is I who will decide," he said.
"Yes,Master," I said.
"I decide----" he said.
"Yes, Master," I begged.
"----that you are my slave."
"Yes,Master!" I cried.
Then I writhed in his arms as he took me, exploding in the deepest and most profound ecstasies a female can know, those of the slave orgasm, known only to the owned woman.
"How could I love you so much," he asked, "if I did not truly own you, if you were not fully mine?" "I do not know, Master," I said. Clitus Vitellius had confessed his love for a slave. I hoped he would not now beat me.
~Slave Girl of Gor...page 442-443~
[size=2 font]Now the exquisite slut began to sense her power, that of her beauty and desirability.
She had determined, I now realized, from the first movement she had leaped to her feet, obedient to the command of her master, Philebus, that she would make test of her womanhood, that she would, courageously, regardless of the consequences, risking contempt and perhaps even punishment, display herself before him, this rude fellow who had once so scorned and tyrannized her as a free woman, as what she now was, ultimately and solely, female and slave. To be sure, she, new to her slavery, had perhaps not fully realized that she had really no choice in the matter but, willingly or not, must do so, and to the best of her ability, in total perfection."[size=2 font]Vagabonds of Gor, Pg. 37-40
"'You are a hot little slut,' she said. 'Kneel before the mirror.'
I did so.
'There are one hundred and eleven basic shades of slave lipstick,' said Sucha. 'Much depends on the mood of the master.'"
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 261
[size=3 font]"I rose to my feet and placed two copper tarsks on the table.
I went to the girl, and with the side of my foot, kicked her. "Get to the alcove," I told her.
"Yes Master," she said, and scrambled up, hurrying with a rustle of jewelry and bells to a leather-curtained alcove.
There was more Gorean applause as I followed her and, turning, from the inside, drew shut the curtains of the alcove. When I had them buckled shut from the inside I turned to face the girl."
Rogue of Gor p13.
[size=4 font]Treasure your silly virginity,” said Tupita, “for you will not have it long.”
“red-silk slut!” I said to her, angrily, adding, “Mistress.”
“By tomorrow,” said Tupita, “you, too, will be only a red-silk slut.”
Dancer of Gor 22 Page 198
[size=2 font]But if I wanted their touch why should I not ask for it, or beg for it? As a slave what else could I do? Too, even if my needs and my interests, and the incredible depth and intensity of my desires proved that I was "worthless" aand without "merit", I did not care? I was worthless because I was only a property! I was worthless because I was bond! I was worthless because I was the sort of woman who could be put upon a slave block and be sold! I was worthless because I was only an owned animal! Of course I did not have "merit"! I was beyond "worth" and "merit" of those sorts, I was only a slave! But thus I could be as free, and piteous and begging, and lewd, and loving, and sexual as I wishes! I had nothing to conceal, nothing to keep secret. I belonged to my master, all of me, my thoughts, my love, my body, everything I was and could be!
Page 215 Dancer of GOR
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note+ edited to try to get third person out of original posting and to fix some c & p errors
I know this particular topic has been covered numerous times over the last 4 years I've been posting here but it doesn't seem to have made sense yet to some.
sorry for the off topic but some assumptions just irk me
Be well Ya'll
Fyre
< Message edited by simplyfyre -- 6/6/2008 8:50:03 AM >
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