S̱ƙɑɍ

I am a Hunter from the Barrier Mountains, a simple and primitive man by choice. My manners are plain and few, my nature is cautious and observant; my name, and my business are my own. I own nothing but my hunting gear, and a woman.

After many seasons of observing the panther girl Melete, I decided that I would have her as my own. At first I tried to win her devotion with a proper courtship as I know it, but I failed to make my intentions understood in a manner which fully satisfied her ever curious mind.

She continued playing a Free woman's silly game with my affection and attention. She would have them only if and when and how she wished them. I grew tired of her endlessly testing my patience and proving herself to be a great vexation upon my mind and emotions.

I resolved the conflict by removing her ability to consider me as something optional to remind her of just how things between us came to this.

I see her now as a valuable possession because she is a huntress, and a survivor, and she is mine. I often tell her this, and that I love her; but I still use her for manual labor or as bait when I wish, regardless of what she thinks of it.

She is smart and resourceful, well-shaped and firm, energetic and pleasing to the touch. For these reasons, and more; she travels with me, hunts with me, tends my animals, keeps my camp, and warms my furs. She is a beautiful and useful woman who once too often provoked me, and now she wears my steel.

Be certain, that while I give her free rein to do as she must to carry out my will, she is not free. She is a Hunter's huntress. One chosen for her skills and abilities in the wilderness, one who has lost nothing of the woman she once was, other than her freedom.

I prefer for her to be prepared to be a useful asset rather than a helpless liability when situations in our daily lives become dangerous to our survival. I require her to be suitably armed with her own weapons and to carry her own kit at all times, unless I deem it unnecessary for the situation.

It is said that "it is better for a woman to meet a sleen with a knife in her hand than to meet an Ihn'ana'marik; the Village Mother, without one in her belt." It is also said that "a woman who cannot be trusted with a knife, cannot be trusted with anything."

Indeed, often a woman's first deeply meaningful gift from her mate is the knife she will carry and use in their daily lives together. For a woman to be without a knife, is commonly considered to be a sign of disgraceful behavior; that of being shamefully unprepared for the harsh realities of survival. 

The same razor-sharp blade she uses to prepare harvested game and our meals, she also uses to shave my willing throat when I wish to be thoroughly bathed and refreshed.

I do not fear this, because I know that she would rather cut her own heart out than to allow herself to nick my skin; or force herself to shave my head.

It is said that "a man who cannot trust a woman with a knife does not know her well enough to trust her with anything more."

I fully trust my mastery of Melete; I know exactly where her true collar lies, and how heavily. For this reason alone, I allow her to carry and use whatever is necessary to accomplish the tasks I demand of her on a daily basis.

She was not born into slavery, and it does not come naturally to her; but she is learning under my direct supervision and instruction.

I am training her as I wish her to be, to suit my own lifestyle; and there is much she will be taught, but only such things as apply to the type of life I lead.

In my mind, it is important that she learns to be welcoming and hospitable to others when such things are called for. She must also be polite and mildly spoken with others while being helpful to them when such things are allowed to her for her own benefit; to gain experience and learn from.

What she has not learned, I have not yet sought to teach her because there is no need to burden her mind with considerations that are not part of my life as a Hunter, because neither can it be a part of her life as my kajira.

She must first learn what I require of her, and understand that she will be held accountable to me for her actions because they reflect upon me.

Perhaps I will teach her better manners when there is time for such trifling things; but for now it is only necessary for her to learn to survive in the Barrier Mountains, and to adapt her mindset to one of living harmoniously with me.

To the Typist of Melete;

Hi Baby,

I was just thinking of you and wanted to take a moment from my day to share with you in this way.

I want to thank you, openly and publicly to acknowledge all that you add to my life here online in our roleplay and blogs.Thank you for the knowledge and detail you add to my world of Gor; thank you for your time, and great patience with my neverending demands.

Thank you for the time you make to share with me here in this way. My world, as dark and brutal and beautiful as it is; would be empty, meaningless, and ugly without you in it.

Thank you; for all the many ways that you satisfy my cravings so fully, so intimately, and so passionately that I can no longer imagine tender moments without you.

Thank you honey; for ALL that you do, to enable me to look so damned good onscreen. 

I could not do it without you; and I love you.