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So, I dreamt last night that my Master finally explained why he took me from my beloved Forest. There, I am as strong as they come, and little frightens me. But since leaving, I have had to learn to depend on him and work with him; otherwise, neither of us would survive. He also told me I needed to become softer. We both agree that his leaving—and my finding Ember and caring for her—was what tr…
Tonight, he called me good girl, and never before did I realize how much I wanted, no, needed to hear those words coming from him. But first, let me start at the beginning, and explain why he called me such a beautiful thing. Today, when we stopped for the day, we did not set up camp as we usually would. Instead, he fed the animals, though he did not give them water, and then he handed me a lar…
Sleep held me deeply when Scar returned to the furs. I knew nothing of the morning beyond the warmth that surrounded me until his fingers slipped into my hair and his lips brushed tender kisses over my closed eyes. I stirred beneath his touch, turning toward him instinctively, and felt his arm settle around me as he drew me close. There was a gentleness to the way he woke me that made me reluctan…
My thoughts drifted to Scar, to the man who now held my future in his hands, and my heart softened at the mere thought of him. I loved him. There was no uncertainty in that, no hesitation, no need to question what my heart had already chosen. I wanted to be pleasing to him, to learn the things that brought him satisfaction, to understand what he expected of me without always needing him to explai…
I have to ask a question of those who are upset over Skar’s typist using the word rape in a story post. Have you actually read the Gor books? The Gorean novels repeatedly address the realities of slavery, including the coercion, domination, sexual expectations, and conditioning imposed upon slaves. The power imbalance between a free person and a slave is woven into the very structure of Gorean s…
The forest passed above me in broken glimpses, familiar branches slipping between the grey sky and the dark fringe of my hair as Scar’s sled carried me from the only home I had ever known. I had fought him with every ounce of strength I possessed, raging and resisting until there was nothing left to give, yet none of it had changed the course of his will. Now there was only the creaking of wood,…