issives, are always a good thing. There are always things to learn, always more growing to do.

1/6/2009 11:40:49 PM: Sire 
  ~ Poem by ciara
 (Sindarians_ciara, slave to Sindarian)

You Sire

Are my savior

My God

And my demon

My soul

And my heart

You are my beginning

And my end

You are the fire the warms me

And the flame that burns

You are the water

That cools my throat

And quenchs my thirst

When it was your passion

That parched my body

~ciara 6/11/05
 (Sindarians_ciara, slave to Sindarian)

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1/6/2009 12:40:09 PM: Nobody Notices the Beautiful Hair
of the Nbori Woman.

If you ask anyone,
'What is the strenght of the Nbori Women?'
  The will say, 'She if very like a Gazelle.'

But this is not it. 
  The strength of the Nbori woman is that,
  When she needs to,
She can become a Tree.

~Latricia Fahringer
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1/4/2009 2:43:13 AM: One of my (thousands upon thousands of) Favorite Poems -
   This one is here, to the one who calls me by my name, without speaking aloud, in the hour all still. 
  To the one who says, One Word, as I bow, and so I do. 
       Your slut loves You, Sir.

The Telephone
    ~ Robert Frost

'When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head agaisnt a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say -
You spoke from the flower on the windowsill -
Do you remeber what it was you said?'

'First tell me what it was you thought you heard.'

'Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word -
 What was it? Did you call me by my name?
 Or did you say - 
 SOMEONE said 'Come' - I heard it as I bowed.
  
'I may have thought as much, but not aloud.'

'Well, so I came.'
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6/13/2008 2:39:07 AM:  WE are completely not Gor. Master is not a Gorean Man, and, therefore, she is not kajira.  but i readily admit to stealing liberally from Gor. They have many things of beauty - the slave positions, for instance, are simply art in the female form. Beautiful.
   I speak the Kajira's Creed every morning and every night to Him. We find it speaks to us.

Kajira Creed
         ~Explorers of Gor
   
He is Master,
      and I am slave.
He is Owner, 
      and I am owned.
He commands, 
      and I obey.
He is to be pleased, 
      and I am to serve. 
Why is this? 
Because He is Master,
      and I am slave.

~Explorers of Gor

KAJIRA PRAYER
 
 Allow this humble girl the strength to answer questions she cannot fathom

Allow this girl the spirit to know His needs

Allow this girl the serenity to serve Him in peace

Allow this girl the love to show Him herself

Allow this girl the tenderness to comfort Him

Allow this girl the light to show U/us the way

Allow this girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him

Let this girl be able to show Him each day, her love of her service to Him

Let this girl open herself up to completely belong to Him

Let this girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman

Let this girl learn to please Him beyond herself

Grant this girl the power to give herself to Him completely

Grant this girl the strength to please U/us both

Permit this girl to love herself, in loving Him

For it is this girl’s greatest wish, this girl’s highest power

To make His life complete
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6/11/2008 9:11:20 AM: 			If You Want Be A Slave

~ an annonymous slave girl in Fla.  
~posted on Wicked Michael's Dominant Blog

If you want to be a slave, 
If you want to be enslaved, 
You must show him your inner strength as well as your unquestioning

trust.

If you wish be found pleasing to him, 
you must struggle to please him and not yourself.
If you wish to devote your life to him, 
you must learn that your role is not as his peer.

If you would consider yourself his, 
are you prepared to be slave even when its not easy or fun?
If you call yourself slave, 
will you obey even in fury or tears?
Do you eliminate the 'If's from your vocabulary, 
and realize that slavery is not conditional?

A slave gives from the heart, 
she doesn't consider it a 'gift' 
Its not all wrapped up in rainbows and pink ribbons, 
Its bound in determined sacrifice and decorated with her tears of pain,

effort, and bliss Its the sheerest, most primitive, raw expression of

self she can give 
She gives only what is left, after the pride and defences crumble and

she is left exposed to his eyes 
She gives herself, because she could not imagine not giving to him. 
She is bound by own need, as strongly than the steel around her neck

You have no right to expect to be respected, 
to expect love in 'return' for your slavery. 
You have nothing to expect, except that he will do as he pleases.
You have no right to censor your slavery, or your thoughts or deeds.

Are you ready to be treated as a slave? 
Are you ready to put someone's happiness above your own?
Do you put aside your own desires and accept that they will only be

fulfilled if he chooses to do so?
Are you ready to strive always to please, and to not grow lazy and ride

on past successes?
Do you have the ability to lose your selfishness, your sense of looking

after yourself first?
Can you leave your pride behind?

Consent is given once, when the collar is begged. 
For a slave, there is no limits or conditions on consent. 
Everything is given then, in that one moment, when a girl crawls to beg

for ownership, regardless of whether it is denied or not. 
Consent doesn't involve negotiating; 
a power you gave up the moment you felt his ownership.
You have no power once you surrender all.

Never give what is most sacred to you, if you cannot trust this person

with your life.
Never forget, it's not about you anymore.
Never lose sight that it is a privilege to be owned, and a huge

responsibility to those who own you. 
Never forget to be grateful if someone does take on you as a possession.

Never give what is most sacred to you, if you cannot trust this person

with your life.
Never forget, it's not about you anymore.
Never lose sight that it is a privilege to be owned, and a huge

responsibility to those who own you. Never forget to be grateful if

someone does take on you as a possession.

~ an annonymous slave girl in Fla.
   ~posted on Wicked Michael's Dominant Blog
http://wickedmichael.blogspot.com/2006/09/slaves-real-natural-mindset-or

-creed.html