A night of ravaging had left me sore, and my most intimate places too tender to touch. My Master ensured my disobedience though an effort to serve him, was punished and rewarded amply. He had conquered me as though I were a country to be sieged, and made sure I had bowed to him as Master body and soul. After I had declared myself as his and his alone, he bat...
Kajira awoke in a strange bed, confused. "Where can I be?" she wondered, sitting up. That was a mistake, as her punished buttocks screamed with the pain of the previous day's beating. Wincing, she stood gingerly and went to the window. The room wasn't large, but it was beautifully furnished with a low bed swathed with gauzy curtains, a pristine white wash t...
Your servers guide you through the corridors, your feet slapping against the cold stone. A palpable sense of excitement accompanies the smell of sex among your servers, two of whom are looking flushed with ruffled dresses. You become aware of the cool air as you are taken further from the hall, the sounds of the orgy still building. Such is your arousal you...
This story was from a dark corner of my mind that DreamWeaverAz helped me write. I am not that good at reacting as a Dominant would. This is a story warning the wanna-bes out there. A true Master goes beyond the kink. "Three fingers, teasing softly, not entering but lingering, the middle finger pushing lightly wanting to enter, mmm how wet you are." I moan...
My hand resting in her soft hair as she rests perfectly and properly at My side. A place earned and cherished by B/both in the journey that is shared. The soft glow of the torches on the walls flickering across her tender flesh and illuminating her green eyes as I gaze down into them. My fingers grip the softness of her auburn hair and tug her head back, M...
I'll never forget the first time I went to a Gorean room based on the Northern ways... those of Torvaldsland. A friend of mine that I had been close to for many years and that I had trained with in many different ways for our online chosen way of life, told me that I just had to check out. She knew after my release with the man that I thought was to be my lo...
That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In Gorean Sometimes she can't help feeling like she's throwing good love after bad; the way she's sitting here with her knees in the dirt, watching him so intently, listening to the soft words he's murmuring to the giant bird as he slides off the harness and grooms the feathers- she's thinking, I might as well be i...
This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
"Arise slave." My Master threw back the covers to reveal my naked sleeping form. I no longer blush in his presence as he observes my nakedness. All pretenses at modesty were lost long ago. I came to him after a lengthy Email dialogue where he owned my very existence. At first I balked and vacated his ownership, but he was a wise and patient Master and tole...
Just a visit to the beach ... Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. We are taking a short break right now whilst she concentrates on her studies. This is the continuing story, written by both of us, telling of how we first met ... PART 2 Master (4) ... She was tied up right there on the wall in front of me. I had missed out on my r...