The Purest Commitment
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Posted:Mar 28, 2023 11:21 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2023 2:05 pm 9056 Views
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The Love of a Master can not be compared
to anything else in this life,
For a Master's Love is unbreakable
through all manner of woes, illness and strife.
As people in your life come and go,
even family drifts away,
A submissive always knows her
Master is there to stay.
A bond so deep and pure,
that it sets your heart to leaping,
A Love so very strong,
simply witnessing it will have you weeping.
Our rituals and ways seem brutal and foreign
to many across the land,
But nothing compares to the feelings
of being taken in hand.
As Master commands, we serve with pride
in any way His will may be,
For the love we share and the trust we feel,
allows us to serve freely and proudly
on bended knee.
author Michelle Fegatofi
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~~ Dances for her MASTER ADOMIS4U2~~
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Posted:Mar 19, 2023 2:26 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 7:56 am 10093 Views
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~~colleen enters from the kennels...the crimson...diaphanous dancing silk hanging low on bared hips...falling in subtle ripples to delicate ankles...the front corner pulled gently behind her...loose...draping elegantly over supple curves...thrust into the rolled silk about curvy hips...the back corner of the silk...drawn before her...equally beautifully draping and thrust into the rolled silk at her right hip...slender fingers brushing over the belt of overlapping golden coins hanging loosely and low upon sweet hips...causing it to glitter and glisten in the flickering light from the torches mounted upon the walls of the large tavern...dark grey eyes hidden beneath a veil of onyx lashes...fluttering gently above the veil of crimson concealing delicate features...looping down to end thrust in the coined halter covering rounded breasts...looping down over her left shoulder...slithering over the taut surface of her belly to vanish into the coined belt at right hip...her chin rising to reveal the gleaming, silver collar locked about swanlike throat...the rich mass of deep chestnut tangle tumbling down the soft curve of her naked back...sliver armlets gleaming round slender arms...enhancing the soft forms of a simple sla ve...rings of silver hugging delicate wrists...glittering gently...locked upon thumb and forefinger...golden finger cymbals...ready...a sla ve before her Master...commanded to dance~~
~~as she hears the clap of her Master's hands she jumps into position...standing beautifully...alert...golden arms raising slowly to come to a still high over the crown of chestnut curls flaming wildly about her oval shaped face...delicate wrists turned outwards...sensing the musicians stir in the corner of her eye...readying themselves...the czehar player looking straight at her...with a sharp clap of his hands she stirs into motion...a clear note ringing sharply...delicately...brightly...out into the tavern as the golden finger cymbals clash once...slowly she begins to move to the tones drifting from the musicians...dancing before her Master and His guests...the coins threaded onto the belt and halter glinting softly in the dim light...cheap in worth...but suitable for a simple sla ve girl...taking in the light from the flickering torches beautifully...a small hand moving to the veil at her right hip...her chest rising and falling rapidly with nervosity as she turns her head away from her Master...as though unwilling and reluctant to dance...yet knowing she must obey His command...untamed curls tumbling about golden shoulders in wild disarray with the movement...onyx lashes sweeping the rosy skin of her cheeks as they flutter down over darkened eyes...satin lips parting ever so slightly...betraying her emotions...small feet gliding gracefully over the worn tiles to bring her before her Master...standing before the rounding of low table...curvy hips flaring sweetly with each slow...seductive movement...swaying gently~~
~~as she dances before Him...beginning to writhe around an imaginary pole...the power of it fixing her in place...helpless before it...as helpless as at the feet of her Master...ruby lips murmuring hushed words of longing...slender hands seemingly caressing the slender pole...swaying...her hips undulating as if by their own accord...captive...rosy cheeks flushing even further as her arousal begins to show...tender nipples beginning to strain against their confinements...silken skin shimmering subtly...slender muscles rippling under heated flesh...as graceful as the prowling larl...she twirls slowly...tangled curls cascading almost languidly about her small form...suddenly whipping away from the imaginary pole...fighting its hold over her...twirling away like a frightened tabuk fleeing the mighty tarn...as hopeless as the wild creature...a futile attempt...her heart racing in her chest...her belly smoldering with the fire of a kajira...he collar gleaming about her throat...marking her as simple property...forcing her to yield with her entire being...deep within her soul...the small kef on her left thigh flashing between the silks as her leg moves forward...the pole always drawing her back...the perfect captive...the coins glittering wildly with each frenzied movement...stiffening slightly as she hears the men cry out with pleasure...her hands resting at golden thighs...dark eyes sweep angrily over the tavern...never ceasing her motions...subtle yet never still...a golden shoulder lifting...to fall back again...slender fingers brushing over ample breasts...her head falling back...tangled curls rippling down like a waterfall over the bare skin of her back...whipping back up...the mass coming to frame delicate features as she again returns her furious gaze to her Master and the men...her arms lifting high over her head...her hips continuing their beckoning...gyrating slowly...seemingly writhing in one place...then suddenly. .the music stops and she comes to an absolute still...an immobile statue of teeming flesh...her left hand frozen at golden thigh...her right high above her head...dark eyes lowered to the sweet curve of her hip...caught in a hip sway...then...again the bright note from the finger cymbals clashes throughout the tavern...the music begins and the sla ve begins to move once more...helpless on the pole...moaning now...crying out in anguish...begging to be released...crystal tears rolling down rounded...soft cheeks...still remaining impaled on the pole...prisoner in every sense...her hips moving on their own...expressing her deep yearning...her desires...her needs...her body still save the gyrating of her hips and the almost inconceivable movements of delicate wrists and dainty hands...egging them with the beauty~~
~~hearing as He snaps his fingers...releasing her from her helpless torment...turning toward her Master and His guests...swaying before them...trembling fingers moving to loosen the veil at her right hip...dancing slowly...with the sleekness of a feline...her small form twisting and turning as she stands transfixed...reaching up to remove it from its place at her left shoulder...seductively pulling it loose from the halter strap...the small coins glittering with each movement...chiming softly as they clink against one another...the veil coming undone...she shifts it deliberately over her supple curves...gripping it lightly in small hands...teasing their senses...turning it about her voluptuous body...letting them glimpse the sweet curve of her slender waist sloping down into hips seemingly made for grabbing...smoldering dark eyes regarding them above the edge of the crimson silk...then wafting the material about her...nearly vanishing in the softness...the silkiness...yet visible...full lips slightly parted...eyes wide with horror as the realization of the depth of her bondage courses through her...the scarlet veil drawn from her face as she begins to twirl away...small feet frantically prancing on the worn tiles...turning on the ball of her foot to find herself at the center of the tavern once more...alone...beautiful...lost in her submission...frenzied she dances His pleasure...whirling round and round...tangled curls whipping out to form a rippling curtain in her trail...muscles rippling under silken skin...as if draw by some invisible force she is drawn back to dance before His seat...the scarlet veil cast out to envelop her and her Master...shielding them as she dances slowly...writhing like a she-larl in heat...in secrecy...satin lips trembling as a hushed moan escapes...her entire form beginning to tremble as he removes the veil...casting it aside...drifting through the air to puddle in a blo od cast pile...gasping as His fingers dig into unblemished flesh...forcing her to turn around...unable to stop her pitiful motions...rounded rear pressing against the edge of the table...rubbing with animal desperation...shivering as she feels the icy steel of his quiva slide against the heated flesh of her back...her head falling back...her back arching into a beautiful bow...steel blended with chestnut...the halter suddenly sliced from her body...baring her beauty...small hands coming up to shield herself as she is thrust away...twirling gracefully...the halter glittering on the floor...her chin rising as she seeks His eyes reproachfully...widening as they connect...her lips forming a small 'o' of surprise...turning...frightened...to dance His command...to please Him...her hands rising over her head to weave intricate imaginary designs in the air...never loosing the music in her flight~~
~~feeling the eyes upon her...her heart racing with fear of being displeasing...a thin sheen of perspiration breaking out to cause golden skin to glisten subtly in the glow from the fires...smooth cheeks flushed...the skirt of diaphanous scarlet hanging low on curvy hips...the barbaric tunes echoing through her very soul...her hands rising as if...star ved with desire...she would be in a blossoming garden...plucking beautiful talenders from the vines on the wall...bringing them to her lips...inhaling the sweet scent for a brief moment...twirling slowly...seemingly pressing herself against the confining wall...her supple body slowly writhing in sheer agony of need...oblivious to all...lost in the seductive tones arising from the musicians' instruments...her form gleaming...her arms raising over her head as she claws at the stones...ample breasts lifting...creating a beautiful curve...her belly sinking in as she exhales sharply...smoldering eyes...burning with desire moving to her Master...small hands held out...delicate wrists held close together as if confined by the cool links of sla ve bracelets...slender fingers splayed as if offering the sweetest...ripest...lush larma...soft shudders coursing through her as she sinks to her knees...golden thighs fanning achingly wide to reveal glistening petals opening like a dina in bloom...higher her hands raises...satin lips parting as she looks helplessly at the one Who's steel she wears snugly locked about her throat...her hands retracting to seemingly caress her trembling body...as ripe and lush as the imaginary fruit she offers...tender nipples tightening into throbbing buds of tender flesh...dark grey eyes raising...her gaze hidden beneath the veil of thick sooty lashes...raising further to let Him see the piteous and unspoken plea...obedient as she kneels at His
feet...His...sla ve property...her chest rising and falling rapidly as she trembles before Him...trembling softly as her chin rises...delicate features slightly shadowed by dark curls tangling...tumbling down the soft curve of her bare back...her senses throbbing...she lowers her head finally in utter supplication...surrendering to His will...suddenly crying out as she feels Him seize her...dragging her across the table...the hard sharp edge cutting into unblemished flesh...yielding unconditionally in his arms...as never before to a man...a soft moan of pleasure escaping her as He ra pes her lips...her blood racing through her veins...boiling as the smoldering in her belly erupts into a flaming inferno...thrown on the table...her back pressing against the cool surface as He takes His pleasure from a simple sla ve...darkened eyes shining with happiness only to lower as He pushes her away...her head raising to frantically press her lips against His again...whimpering softly as she is denied...then crying out again as she is twirled...thrust away from Him...the scarlet silk torn away from her hips...falling to the tiles...catching her fall with tender palms...rolling quickly to her side...crouching slightly as she lifts blazing eyes to her Master...the elegant curve of a rounded calf vanishing in under rounded rear...as if ready to pounce...a wild beast on its prey...stripped save for the gleaming objects about her body...the slender silver ankles and bracelets...the rows of silver bells...the gleaming collar about her throat...the small kef forever burned into her left thigh...fury replacing desperation in her eyes...her head lowering as she hears His command to continue dancing...slender arms trembling with her exhaustion~~
~~turning furiously...yet with the grace of a larl...dancer's leg extended...the tips of her fingers trailing lightly over delicate angle...tracing over golden skin...her back arching softly as she slowly turns her head to look at her Master over the rounding of a silken shoulder...small teeth sinking into full lower lip as she swiftly rolls over on her belly...back and forth...as if under the lash of her Master...writhing gently...silken flesh shimmering with the subtle sheen of her perspiration...on her back she lays...dark eyes focused upon the form of the One who owns her fully...the music visible in every inch of her beauty...delicate hands moving helplessly along voluptuous form...stiffening at the snap of His fingers...long legs furling beneath her to lift well rounded rear from the tiles...head falling back to rest against the floor...the shimmering banner of chestnut silk draping about her small form...always moving in rhythm with the barb aric tones echoing throughout the tavern....slowly...gently...golden arms extend....back arching as she carefully begins to raise her body...a stern "No" sounding...whimpering quietly she falls back with the grace of a feline to writhe sensuously upon the tiles...a simple slave before her Master...again she begins to rise....slender muscles rippling beneath silken flesh...again the "No" is heard....her whimper louder...her obedience absolute...she lowers in time with the music...again...and again she rises...only to be denied...the command forcing her head back...bronze rippling like a waterfall...errant strands stirring in unruly manner....her body bent in a cruel and beautiful bow...a fifth time she struggles to rise...finally being permitted...the gleaming collar about her throat....velvet greys staring at her Master as her head finally lifts....smoldering vulnerable...reproachful...never ceasing to move to the music...relentlessly it hold her in its grip...satin lips slightly parted as she kneels before Him~~
~~a gesture from Him permitting her to leap to bare feet...His command to dance her body to His quests filtering into her mind...anger flashing within the hold of dark eyes...she moves to the first table...slowly...delicately...dancing her beauty...the flickering light from the torches upon the tavern wall flashing silver in the collar locked about swanlike neck...curvy hips flaring as small feet move nimbly...a clash of the golden finger cymbals in unison with the music...gyrating seductively before the men...one by one...easily escaping outstreched hands as they try and grab her...silver gleaming upon arms and wrists...head cast back as she boldly displays herself...dancing their pleasure...her beauty...ripe lips slightly parted as quick...shallow breaths emerge...before one male...to twirl before another...
then vanishing...a vision of silver and gold...bronze and greens flashing in the dim light...suddenly turning to come before her Master once more...dancing slowly...swaying gently to the music...displaying all the beauty and pleasures that are His...feeling His gaze upon her...silken skin flushing subtly...her heart thundering in her chest as she strives to please Him~~
~~suddenly she turns swiftly with a moan....the music swirling to its maddened and frenzied climax...spinning round and round...whirling...caught helplessly in the trap and lure of the music...silver bells jangling...the ornaments upon her golden form clashing...nimble feet struggling to keep her in motion...head back...dark curls flying wildly about her....a barb aric scream escapes ruby lips as the music comes to an end...she falls to the tiles in a trembling heap...helpless...vulnerable...just a
sla ve...female in every inch...her body shining with a thin sheen of sweat...in the light shining down from the torches...sweetly curved breasts rising and falling rapidly as she gasps...the taut surface of her belly quivering...deeply drinking of the dank air...exhausted to the core...satin lips parted...her hand raising piteously trembling...extended to Him...at Who's feet she lays...His...her Master's...she has danced her beauty and His pleasure~~
~~la kajira~~
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Happy Mothering Day
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Posted:Mar 19, 2023 2:22 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2023 2:28 pm 8700 Views
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Gorean Council of Talmont, MASTER ADOMIS4U2 and all of His girls and people who live under ADOMIS4U2_HOME_STONE-TALMONT would like to wish all Mother's a ....
Happy Mothering Day
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Happy Saint Patrick's Day
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Posted:Mar 17, 2023 11:53 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2023 12:57 pm 9287 Views
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All of us from ADOMIS4U2_HOME_STONE-Talmont, wish all of you at Alt a fun filled St. Patrick's Day.
We hope you enjoy this great day with lots of green beer, laughter with friends and good health.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
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May your pockets be heavy and
your heart be light.
And good luck pursue you
each morning and night.
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Never forget....
May the winds of fortune sail you.
May you sail a gentle sea.
May it always be the other guy
who says the drink's on me.
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And one more.....
A drunk goes to court.
The judge says, 'You've been brought here for drinking.'
The drunk says, 'Great! Let's get started.'
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FYI.....
The Leprechaun's made me do this!!
Enjoy everyone!!
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The Gorean Kajira
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Posted:Oct 16, 2022 11:57 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2023 12:39 pm 13621 Views
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The Gorean kajira
The kajira is a woman, firm in her femininity, strong in her commitment, and solid in her spirit. she offers herself to her Master freely, of her own choosing. The kajira gives the gift of her sla very in exchange for his protection, care and love. she is obedient because she chooses to be, not because she is forced to be. her first priority is pleasing her Master. she willingly does whatever he asks in order to meet his desires.
The kajira comes to her Master unsure of her place in her Master’s world. With His guidance, she quickly learns what is expected of her. With this learning, she begins to give more and more of her self, of her mind, of her body, of her spirit, and of her soul, until she has given her all to her Master. There is no power given up, no control taken away. The kajira is intelligent, and strong. she has a spirit that is worthy of serving her Master as a sla ve, and learns to focus her spirit and her energy only in those direction which are pleasing to her Master. An immense measure of trust is built between the two, and the highest levels of respect are earned as well: The kajira must trust her Master completely in order to give him so much of herself and the Master must trust the kajira in order for him to accept it.
The “Training” of the kajira is the journey or the process of learning what the Master desires. Some of this journey is met with joy and happiness for both, but like any worthwhile journey, there are also times when the road is rough and long. These are the times when the Master’s strength and the kajira’s strength are needed the most. The Master does not travel this road out of a sense of cruelty or for a desire to bea t his kajira, nor does the kajira travel this road out of fear of bea tings, or of being caste from her Master’s Homestone, she does these things because she wants to: she aims to please her Master in all ways possible, because of her love and commitment to her Master, and He because of His love and commitment to her. Even the most “bratty” female comes to know just what is expected of her and what her Master’s needs are, and will strive to meet His every expectation of her. her spirit may in play push her Master just so far, but to exceed that limit would be to displease her Master, something a true kajira will always attempt to avoid. And even the most strict of all Masters will make certain His kajira knows what is expected of her at all times.
The kajira seemingly has no responsibilities, no thoughts of her own, and to many are seen as less than human, but a deeper observation shows otherwise. It could be said, and has been said by many, that the Master holds all the responsibilities; however, many of the kajira’s responsibilities are subtle enough to be overlooked. It is said on Gor that her only responsibility is to please her Master. This is a simple statement that holds so much importance, and so much more than it might seem at first. Pleasing a true Gorean Master is not easy, nor is it meant to be.
A Master will not only push the limits of His kajira like often happens in the BDSM arena, but will delve into her world, and love her enough to show her all she can be there as well. Opening this part of her life, and soul is often more than the average submissive is willing to do. But, if it was easy, all submissives would be kajira.
Very few submissives have the strength or commitment to serving with such intensity. This intensity comes from the amount of faith the kajira has in her Master. she must believe and trust that what he does is for her own good and never question his motives. If he orders her to do something she will do so happily, and without embarrassment, because that is what her Master wants. The kajira will not harbor any resentments or guilt from this action, and trusts that her Master knows what is best for them B/both. The kajira learns to never anticipate her Master’s actions or desires, but she may ask if he does desire a particular action or item before she does it or retrieves it for him.
The Master, on the other hand, must always be certain that what He is ordering is truly what is best for His kajira and that He is not demanding more from her than she can give, or working to destroy His prized possession with ego driven desires.
Even though a Master has the right to treat His kajira any way He wants, if He wishes to be honored and respected by others, and keep His sla ve(s), He will treat each of them as an honorable Man.
Although many do not understand and accept the Gorean lifestyle, and claim that it is based on books that are not reality, for those who have taken the time to learn and understand this way of life, being kajira is a wonderful role to live with the right Master.
With him, she will grow emotionally and spiritually into her soul. she will become what she is deep within, and learn to love freely and unconditionally. The Master also becomes the man he feels within his soul and the two will share a journey that will take them out of the realms and limits of any society and into the timeless dimensions of the Multiverse.”
This la kajira, colleen_H_of_A, found this somewhere, sadly does not know the name of the author because they surely need to get phrased for their words not this kajira,, But it speaks to this kajira's heart and hopes others will appreciate it also. First she shared it with her precious MASTER ADOMIS4U2, as He knows her heart better than anyone.
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