Rules for a Fighting Slave of Gor

A really well behaved man (even without the chains) is kind of sexy.

Fighting Slave Rule 1: Fighting slave’s shall ask for entry into Kasra in the fllowing or similar manner: “Drawing to His knees, the fighting slave faces the place where the Homestone lays.Raising well muscled arms high in salute, before placing his palms flat to the tiles… fingers widely splayed, His deep masculine voice rings out…may (name of fighting slave) enter the city of Kasra?”

Fighting Slave Rule 2: Fighting Slave’s shall Greet in the following fashion: To the Khan and their Master / Misress a fighting Slave shall Greet in this Fashion – to the Khan – “Tal, Khan and Master. (and any additional greetings as appropriate)” – to their Master / Mistress “Tal, my Master / Mistress, (and any additional greetings as appropriate)”
To all Free fighting slave’s shall Greet in this way – “Greetings Master / Mistress {Name}, (and any additional greetings as appropriate)”

Fighting Slave Rule 3: After being granted entry into Kasra, fighting slave’s shall greet in this order: The Khan, The Ubara, First Sword, Second Sword, your Master / Mistress, all Free Men of Kasra, All Free Women of Kasra, all Free Visitor’s / Guest’s (Master’s, then Mistresses), any you are unsure of regardless of sex, and then slaves, who are always greeted last, and may be greeted as a group.

Fighting Slave’s do not use third person greeting’s, a fighting slave’s greeting should look something like this – “Greetings Master {Name} I hope this day has been good for you?” Fighting slave’s shall also bow, slightly, to the Free they are Greeting before Greeting them.

A fighting slave’s Greetings to the Khan shall be, when they see the Khan enter they will stand and bow towards him at the waist, they shall then Greet the Khan.

Fighting Slave Rule 4: Fighting slave’s sit on the bench’s that line the wall behind the slave fur’s. They do not sit on the slave fur’s.

Fighting Slave Rule 5: Fighting slave’s, when either greeting or speaking to the Free are not required to look at the feet of the Free they are speaking to. They are to look at their chest, face or eye’s, though eye contact is not to be maintained for prolonged period’s of time.

Fighting Slave Rule 6: The ko’lar’s of fighting slave’s of Kasra, be they owned by the City or by a Citizen of Kasra, are steel ko’lar’s. These ko’lar’s are a rounded steel ko’lar with a flat inner surface, they are thick and approximately 2″ wide for male’s, 1″ to 1/2″ wide for female’s. These ko’lar’s are plain with only the name of the fighting slave’s owner, deeply engraved into the left side in both Taharic and Gorean Print Script, and, deeply inscribed on the right side in both Taharic and Gorean Print Script the name of the fighting slave. No Leash Ring is attached to this ko’lar.

Fighting Slave Rule 7: Fighting slave’s of Kasra shall wear the following clothing only except in the Arena. a) A Sleeveless black leather tunic; b) A pair of pant’s made of rep-cloth dyed either dark brown or tan; c) Ankle Sandal’s; d) a pair of short dark brown leather bracer’s and e) Either a dark brown leather headband or a cap of rep-cloth worn on the back of the head, may be dark brown, black or white.

Fighting Slave Rule 8: Fighting slave’s in Kasra are NOT ka’jirus, they are fighting slave’s. In kasra a ka’jirus is a male pleasure slave. A fighting slave is NOT a pleasure slave, he or she is a slave whose only service is to fight in The Gladiatorial Arena of Kasra. As such, fighting slave’s do not ‘serve.’

Fighting Slave Rule 9: Fighting slave’s only contact with the ka’jira of Kasra is in the Main Room of Kasra and in IM’s. Fighting slave’s are NEVER allowed physical contact with the ka’jira of Kasra, under any circumstances.Under no circumstance’s will sexual conduct, of any kind between a fighting slave and a ka’jira will ever be allowed or tolerated. Defiance of this Rule willcost you your life.
In time, as Kasra grow’s, provision’s will be made for fighting slave’s to have access and use of female slave’s. You will be told when that time has come and how it will work. Until then, you shall do without.

Fighting Slave Rule 10: Fighting slave you are, and that makes you different, but slave you are, and slave you will be. Do not forget your place, fighting slave. Never forget, obedience is your life.

Fighting Slave Rule 11: A Master is, by definition, always right. They are therefore never Wrong. This Law applies to all Free Persons. Slaves always have the last word in any disagreement..”Yes, Master.”

Fighting Slave Rule 12: All of the Free shall be addressed as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’. If you are unable to determine the gender of the Free Person, you shall use ‘Master’ until such time as their gender can be determined.

Fighting Slave Rule 13: Contradiction of a Master shall never be tolerated. You are never permitted to argue with or contradict a Master.

Fighting Slave Rule 14: Always remember your place in Gor. Never forget it.

Source: http://www.angelfire.com/alt2/city_of_kasra/rulesforfightingslves.htm

The Little Reader

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I found this on a blog today. I lost track of which one. I was linking to them for Scoop.it.

My own litle people came in the mail this week. I was disappointed because one already has a broken arm, before it has even come out of the packaging. The eBay seller must have shipped it to me this way. Another of the little people faces backwards and I’m hoping there isn’t another broken arm, just held in place by the plastic package. They come in a pack of six, not great if one third are broken.

I Want to See a Fat Girl

I want to see a fat girl in a leading role of a film.

I want to see a fat girl in a leading role of a film that isn’t about her weight.

I want to see a fat girl wearing mini skirts or just whatever the fuck she’s comfortable in.

I want to see a fat girl kick some bad guy’s ass.

I want to see a fat girl be the one that the guy/girl falls in love with at first sight instead of just the fat girl the guys all make fun of first before getting to the stereotypical blond, thin white girl.

I want to see a fat girl who isn’t the thin girl’s funny friend.

I want to see a fat girl love scene.

I want to see a fat girl be a fucking survivor of a god damned fucking zombie apocalypse!  Fuck you and your rule #1, Zombieland!

I want to see a fat Disney princess.

I want to see a badass fat girl who is sardonic and smokes, and when someone comments on her weight and how smoking makes it worse, she just blows smoke right in their faces.

I want to see a fat girl who loves to screw and isn’t ashamed of the fact.

I want to see a fat girl’s leading man/woman punch some guy in the fact for making fun of her.

I want to see a fat girl be something that is not her weight.  I don’t want her to be the butt of every joke.  I don’t want her to be the one who’s constantly rejected, or the one who has to fight to accept herself and have others around her accept who she is.  I’m tired of seeing roles for fat girls that are only about her weight.  I want to see a fat girl living her normal existence.  I want to see her know she’s beautiful and not have to go through some huge challenge of loving herself.  I’m tired of seeing horror films with only a thin cast.  Fatties can run, too, a lot of times faster than you can and I can guarantee fatties can probably beat a bad guy up better, too.

I WANT TO SEE A FAT GIRL, HOLLYWOOD!

via Internal Acceptance Movement, I Want to See a Fat Girl.

Adipositivity – Dude Week

Adipositivity –  (Twitter link).

The Adipositivity Project aims to promote size acceptance, not by listing the merits of big people, or detailing examples of excellence (these things are easily seen all around us), but rather, through a visual display of fat physicality. The sort that’s normally unseen.

The hope is to widen definitions of physical beauty. Literally.

The photographs here are close details of the fat female form, without the inclusion of faces. One reason for this is to coax observers into imagining they’re looking at the fat women in their own lives, ideally then accepting them as having aesthetic appeal which, for better or worse, often translates into more complete forms of acceptance.

The women you see in these images are educators, executives, mothers, musicians, professionals, performers, artists, activists, clerks, and writers. They are perhaps even the women you’ve clucked at on the subway, rolled your eyes at in the market, or joked about with your friends.

This is what they look like with their clothes off.

Some are showing you their bodies proudly. Others timidly. And some quite reluctantly. But they all share a determination in altering commonly accepted notions of a narrow and specific beauty ideal.

Bookmark adipositivity.com and check back often, as new photographs are added regularly(ish). And please help spread the message. The Adipositivity Project: Changing attitudes about the aesthetic validity of big women, one fat fanny at a time.

I looked at a lot of photos on the site. But, I loved this one best of them all.

Hope in Unlikely Places

Butterfly Kiss of Hope

Never give up on hope, for hope waits to be born in unlikely places.
Hope is everywhere, you’ll find it in the flowers, in the air,
It’s delivered to you by butterflies wearing different faces,
When one softly brushes your cheek with a kiss, you’ll know it’s there.

J. Hinkle, Thoughtful Angels… and Friends.

I also posted this to WordGrrls.com

Private and Personal

Private and Personal
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, when I wrote a weekly column called Bait and Switch: Tuesday June 04, 2002

Most people focus on what they need and not what they can give. To me, that is the secret of male submission. Or at least what makes a real male submissive versus someone who just has a lot of fetishes and likes being ordered around. I’ve felt a kind of revulsion to the male subs who want to lick shoes, have a woman sit on their faces and assorted other fetishy things. What does that give to the Domme, slobber on her shoes and an uncomfortable seating position.

Today it occurred to me that at the root of all my feelings about what makes a good male submissive is one who knows what he can give, not what he wants or needs to take. Or at least one who understands that there is a difference. After all, Dommes are women, not blow up dolls.

In IRC chat I have had so many men approach me and start telling me what they want or need. It’s really rare that one just talks and tells me about himself, real conversation about who he is and what might interest me about him. I don’t mean I want a long list of how he will suck each of my toes, my clit and anything else he thinks he would enjoy doing for me.

That is the key, he would enjoy doing those things. What do I really get out of that? I’m probably not in the mood to even listen to some strange man babble on and on about pleasing me. Actually, I’m just contrary enough that anything he suggests will strike me as something I don’t want any part of.

What I would really like is a sub male who is genuinely interested in getting to know me, as a person. Then, I’d like to know why he feels submissive, what he gets out of being a submissive (and I don’t mean sex, cumming and all that boring stuff). Emotionally, what does it do for him and why? I want to know what he does when he wakes up and gets dressed each day. Does he like his career, how tall is he, does he laugh at life, is he grumpy in the morning, is he a smoker, does he have a hobby/ collection/ family/ pets? These are the things I really want to know. I don’t give a rat’s ass about seeing a picture of his face (or his cock!) at that point.

Also, I don’t want to answer 20 questions about myself without getting any input about the man asking all the questions. I’m not stupid, I know when you are asking me about my measurements, bra size and how often I masturbate you aren’t interested in me, just in jerking off yourself. If I get anything out of the exchange it’s knowing I left you wanting more.

This is turning into my own private personals ad. But, if there is a male sub out there, about my age (30’s) you can email me through BackWash. If you’re interesting to me and interested in me, we could meet for coffee. You’re buying, you’re the giving one remember?

(Note – This post is outdated as I am no longer in my 30’s and I am considering a male who seems to suit me).

Blog Talkers: Afraid

BlogTalkers: When was the last time you were afraid? What scared you? And how did you conquer your fears as a child? How do you conquer your fears today? What scares you the most? Do you have nightmares? If so, what are they? What was the most bizarre nightmare you’ve ever had? What was the most bizarre nightmare anyone has ever told you?

I’m still afraid of the dark. It’s silly but true. Last night doing laundry in the basement I had to go down into the dark room and feel around the corner for the light switch. Just a bit creepy to reach out into the dark. My other worst nightmares were around the time I was immigrating to the US and marrying down there. I dreamed all my hair and teeth were falling out.

My worst nightmares have been where the devil came to see me. Kind of funny cause I don’t believe in hell or the devil. But it was the scariest, most real feeling dream I ever had. I had the same kind of dream twice, different locations where he was wearing different clothes and faces.

I try not to have fears about things like spiders, toads, etc. Those are all such little things, fun kind of things to be afraid of when you think of the really big things out there. I’m afraid I will die an old wretched bag lady, alone and without a roof over my head. I’m afraid I won’t ever have a real place of my own to feel and be at home. Those are real things to be afraid of. Spiders just don’t have much on that.

The Canadian Anthem and Hockey Night in Canada

It’s a shame that they only time you really hear the Canadian anthem sung any more is before a hockey game. I know I’m not the only person who watches hockey just to hear the beginning of the game when they sing the anthem. I tuned in CBC tonight. Not cause I know who is playing or know who any of them are or who is winning or how far into the season they are or who is out for injuries or who fights and how often. I only tuned in so I could hear the anthem. The CANADIAN anthem.

I miss hearing the anthem. I even miss that beer commercial, I Am CANADIAN. The second time I heard it and knew what was coming I really listened and it brought a tear to my eye. Canadians do have pride, national pride. Maybe not if you’re from Quebec apparently since they seem to be forever wanting a referendum so they can rob the rest of Canada and then pretend to exist as their own country so they can tax every Canadian crossing their border. (Bloody ignorant Quebec politicians should be charged with treason!)

Did you know they don’t sing the anthem at school any more? I can see them stopping the Lord’s Prayer, not everyone is Christian now. However, we are all Canadian, we are here, in the same country? Why can’t we have that old loyal tradition? Why did the government take away this show of national pride for young Canadians? It was wrong. Canadians like hearing our anthem. It makes us feel happy, proud and unified. Why should the Americans be the only country allowed to be proud of themselves without being told how arrogant they are? Let Canadians be arrogant bastards too. Let us shove our national anthem in all their faces. We Are CANADIAN. Hear us sing!