Kajira ~ Duties, Qoutes, OTHER

The first lesson. Engrave this upon your heart, you who would be a kajira, and know this cold: because nothing you ever learn, no training you ever receive is more important.

A kajira has but three duties, in this order of priority; and she lives to perform them.

1. A kajira is pleasing, to her Master or Owner first, then to He whom she serves
2. A kajira is obedient, following her Master's or Owner's commands in their spirit, to the letter
3. A kajira is pretty, in her Master's or Owner's eyes
   
   
   
   "Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression "silk girl" is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold. There is some envy in this charge, I think. More literally, the expression tends to be based on the fact that the brief slave tunic of the south, the single garment permitted the female slave, is often silk. Southern girls, incidentally, in my opinion, though scarcely as worked as their northern sisters in bondage, a function of the economic distinction between the farm and the city, are often worked, and worked hard, particularly if they have not pleased their masters. Yet, I think their labors less than those often performed by the wife of Earth. This is a consequence of Gor’s simpler culture, in which there is literally less to do, less to clean, less to care for , and so on, and also of the fact that the Gorean master, if pleased with the wench, takes care that she is fresh and ready for the couch. An overworked, weary woman, despondent and tired, is less responsive to her master’s touch; she does not squirm as well. The Gorean master, treating her as the animal she is, works and handles her in such a way that the responses of his passionate, exciting, hot-eyed, slim-legged pet are kept honed to perfection. Some men are better at this, of course, than others. There are scrolls, books, on Gor, which may be purchased inexpensively, on the feeding, care, and training of female slaves. There are others who claim, as would be expected, that the handling of a slave girl, in order to get the most out of her, is an inborn gift. Incidentally, for what it is worth, though the southern girl is, I expect, worked less hard then the northern girl, who is commonly kept isolated on the farm, she is more often than her northern sister put to the switch or whip; I think she lives under a harsher discipline; southern masters are harder with their girls, expecting more from them and seeing that they get it; northern girls, for example, are seldom trained in the detailed, intricate sensuous arts of the female slave; the southern girl, to her misery, must often learn these to perfection; moreover, upon command, she must perform, joyfully and skillfully.
   The silk girl was heeling her master, a captain of Torvaldsland. She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk. She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops of gold.
   "High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls.
   "Cold fish!" cried out Pudding. "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips.
   The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them. "Pierced-ear girl!" screamed Pouting lips.
   The silk girl turned, stricken. She put her hands to her ears. There were sudden tears in her eyes. Then weeping, she turned away, her head in her hands, and fled after her master.
   
   So, you were happily dangling from the rafters in your submission channel, dropping water balloons on unsuspecting visitors. Or, idling away your time tying together Dommie shoelaces, painting their toe nails and hoping to get spanked (oooOOoo), when.. something happened. A Gorean slave visits and is asked to serve. You look up from your "subbie couch" to watch a beautifully crafted, poetic, and living picture of a kajira, joyful in her ability to serve and please a Master. Perhaps your first exposure to Gor was following your Dom or Master to a Gorean channel to "learn" slavery. You stay, or come back repeatedly because what you saw was so alluring and compelling, it touched a part of you that didn't seem to exist, previously. You are shocked to find yourself called, "barbarian." Your playful, adorable antics which won you acclaim and attention in the submission channel are not appreciated here. So, many of you will go away shaking your head, thinking that Gor is an austere, harsh environment. It certainly is. But, if you stay, you will understand what is most pleasing on Gor is your graceful obedience and skilled service. You will realize that subtle wit and intelligence are not only acceptable qualities for a kajira, but highly prized attributes. And, if you persevere, you will find something else. Submissives are fond of reminding us of the "gift of submission". On Gor you will find your submission is taken for granted. A true Gorean Master will not negotiate with you about when, where and how you "give" your submission. There are no "safe words" for slaves. Only then will you discover the true gift, the soul-shaking satisfaction of turning over your will to begin a life of complete deference to a Gorean Master. Then, You are a true slave!