based on Gorean fiction by John Norman The girl sagged sobbing in her chains. Her bark-cloth skirt had been torn from her and stuffed into her mouth as a gag. She was naked but for her belt collar and brands. Her formerly long and glossy brown hair had been crudely sheared short to her scalp. Her sweaty body trembled against the dance pole. All of the ho...
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...
My Master takes me to New Orleans for a BDSM convention and vacation. We stayed in the French quarter. During the day for a couple of hours, we attended meetings and learning sessions for me. The Masters are there so we can practice what we are learning. My Master is proud at how well I pay attention and learn. He understands my nervousness at asking questio...
Sorry it took so long to finish this chapter! Between 60 hour weeks at work and the holidays, it's been hard to find any time to work on it. As always, comments and ideas are appreciated! * The next couple days were a blur of activity as the clan prepared to move to a new camp. "We can't stay in the same spot too long," Shan explained. "Too easy to be fou...
His Return He had been gone for weeks now and she was all to eager to feel His warmth and presence again. As she always was allowed she had spent some time with her F/friends whilst He was away, but she always tended to her tasks, not wanting to displease Him in anyway. Knowing that He has taken great pride and pleasure in having her at His feet always warm...
Kajira "Hey, I heard you stayed home from work yesterday. Are you alright? What happened?" "Thank you for worrying, but I'm fine... more than fine, actually. I took a day off to have a little fun. Well, a lot of fun, an amazing adventure!" "Damn you, how come you get to enjoy yourself while the rest of us slave away? Now you have to give me the details,...
Author's note: As always, in any of my stories any character that engages in any kind of sexual activity is over 18 years of age. I'm enjoying writing this sort of anti-Gorean story, and thank everyone for their comments and votes! ***** The first week in the forest were the best days Sally had spent on Gor. She found some safe hiding spots, it was pretty...
She woke to the bright morning sun breaking through the window. She pinched her closed eyes tighter, trying to shut them even more from the annoying light. There hadn't been windows in the kennels; she had never roused to something so awakening. With a "humph" she rolled over to her side, offering her back to the disturbing rays. Turok wrapped her up into hi...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (6.5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The blonde tugged her sister back with a slight shake of her head, quickly explaining that begging when it comes to dances gets you nowhere. She then quickly drew her quickly to the furs to discuss, the chains singing softly. The redhead bit...
You look around and see some familiar faces from your village, but most you don't recognise. Girls and young women - the older ones dressed in revealing grey silk, the youngest in white. Your dress is red. The tight mass of young bodies is being ushered through a dark corridor towards two large doors. A voice yells and all the girls stop. "When you enter, k...