I remember every touch … every word, just as if it had happened yesterday. Even as I sit here alone contemplating all that he ever said to me, I ache to hear more. “How did you first meet him?” seems to be the most common question when I dare to speak his name. And as I try to think back, I can’t really answer. It is as if I always knew him and him, me. We w...
*Note: For those of you unfamiliar with Gorean culture - a kajirus is the male equivalent of a kajira -- basically a male slave. However, where this differs from conventional D/s is in the role of the kajirus. In Gorean culture all men are dominant, all the time. And though it is disgraceful and uncommon for a man to be enslaved it still happens. But this do...
Leaving his two bodyguards outside, the tall, handsome askari with the tribal tattoo swirled on his cheek came blinking into the purple tent, out of the strong morning sunshine. The shadowed coolness was welcome after the equatorial Sun's heat against his dark brown perspiring skin. "Welcome, welcome, o' Worthy to the humble tents of the Dhahabu Market," sa...
The Gorean Tavern "'Though I am slave,' she said, 'yet for the first time in my life, I am free.'" — John Norman, Nomads of Gor After he lost his job at the Wooden Pony Club, Richard moved back in with me. I was by now renting a house on the edge of the university campus, and with Matthew out of my life there was room enough. And while taking him in undou...
It was a cold crisp night beneath the blazing light of the moons when I was summoned to his wagon. I couldn't imagine what he would want to speak with me about this late at night but as I moved through the camp as a shadow of a forgotten figure, I simply obeyed. Even though free, I still was at the mercy of men. Such is the nature of Gor. But I could feel it...
Ullah A Gorean Slave Girl The Golden Bina Paga Den The story of Ullah is one of a slave girl located upon the planet Gor, written of by John Norman. Gor is a planet where men are dominant and women are subservient. Only a small population of the women are technically slaves and Ullah is among them. It is a culture loosely based on Roman times and is fairly...
She sits and waits again for Him... His last words come back to her now as she sits waiting and wondering what will be His pleasure tonight. She smiles as she thinks of the pleasure He gives her. Her heart and mind reel with the promise of what is to come tonight. Tonight He has told her she will get a big surprise. He said she has been good and He will re...
It’s a warm summer morning and the children have left for the day. i find myself walking around in just my thong trying to keep cool. i feel some what anxious as the tightness of the thong against my clit arouses me some. This leads to thoughts of HIM. i continue about my morning routine, radio blasting to spur me on to finish. As i work at the sink washin...
Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) ... * PART 1 Slut (1) ... I had my hand on the door handle, a tear ran down my cheek and I turned to watch his car ... Master's car ... unti...
Sorry for the delay on the cliffhanger. I am still looking for an editor. If you can help, please leave me a note in the comments. The story of how I built my harem of lawyers. Seven years ago... Meeting Pamela. "What the fuck is she doing here, Kurt?" I asked as I took a step towards the consent-violating woman who ruined protocol poker at The Exchange by...