 "Questions
& Answers"
Do you have questions that
you might be seeking an answer to? Well this is the
place to come and ask! Yes slave girls of Gor, we
are going to try to answer all of the grand and
wonderful questions, that
"we" as gorean slaves ask daily.
meara and kyna are here to help or at least try that is
and we hope you will be teaching us as well! We
want this not to be an opinion column, but a forum for
fact and fiction. The topic can be of anything you
wish, from which spoon to use when stirring a Master's
blackwine, to.. do we have a recipe for Gorean Chocolate
Chip Cookies? All questions will be answered within
the rule limitation. (yup rules!)
- No
personal bashing is allowed here, if you're
having problems with another slave or person
please go ask them not us.
- No
names via Masters/Mistresses/slaves....will be
mentioned in the answers.
- All
questions must be email to slavegirls@hotmail.com
by Saturday Night.
"This week's
questions"
nairi was surprised to
find that no slaves of Gor had any questions this week.
Perhaps it was the recent bustle of the holidays which
made it difficult for some to find the time to put words
to those mental questions. nairi doesn't know. So nairi,
an inquisitive slave, decided to put some of her own
questions to words.
Question
1: One of the questions which crosses
nairi's mind with regularity is "what are the
responsibilities of a slavegirl?"
At first glance, this
question may seem overly simplistic, with the rote answer
of course being "to please the Masters and to
obey." But is that all that a slave must do? Does
she have responsibilities to herself as well, and to
other slaves?
The more thought nairi
gave to these questions, the more complex the answers
became. nairi will attempt to explain the conclusions at
which she arrived.
To answer the question
"is pleasing a Master and obeying all a slave must
do", the answer is a highly stressed NO! She must,
in fact, do quite a bit more. First of all, she needs to
remember that there are others in this fictitious Gorean
world beside herself or her Master; therefore the
feelings of others should be taken into account in all
her words and actions. As has been repeated many times in
particular, the medium of irc is not Gor, nor do any of
the frequent visitors to the irc channels actually claim
citizenship of some far away place called Gor. Simply
stated, this is Earth. As members of a society, and
allowing for the laws, even slaves are expected to
exhibit behaviors which are socially acceptable, or at
least tolerated. True, there are many things a person can
do within the confines of one's own home at which the
rest of the world may gasp in horror. But, in general,
when dealing with the public even a slave will be
expected to adhere to social customs and awareness.
nairi refers of course to
such things as common courtesies, treating others as one
would have herself treated, not being intentionally
cruel, and in general conducting oneself in a manner
befitting a civilized human being. To illustrate, as
barbaric as life on Gor could be at times, there were
still penalties for lying and stealing. In other words,
freepersons and slaves alike could be held accountable
for their actions toward others. So the conclusion nairi
reached was that indeed a slave has responsibilities
beyond those of pleasing a Master. She is accountable for
her personal actions regardless of their source. This
seems to be a double answer; the slave must be
responsible to herself in that she follows what is
expected and at the same time also touches on how she
must act responsibly toward others.
How easy it is to sit
behind a computer screen; an anonymous person. One can
lie and perhaps even get away with it for a time. One can
'cheat' by exaggerating realities of one's life.
Technically, one can even 'steal' via modem the contents
of another's computer. (nairi blushes as she counts all
the wav and jpg/gif files she has 'stolen' from other
computers.) And all can be accomplished without ever
making one's true identity known.
But something interesting
happens when a person spends an extended amount of time
with the same online crowd. Slowly, information begins to
trickle forth about the people on the other sides of the
screens; those before now anonymous persons. People begin
to notice things when going to a favorite channel. The
absence of someone who has been a regular may be noted
mentally. Or after conversing with someone for weeks on
end their moods can be easily detected by the shortness
or curtness of a line of text sent to the channel window.
Perhaps someone has a real life mishap occur, venting the
frustration to the others in the channel. Or a channel
regular, long without a job, suddenly is able to announce
that the job of a lifetime has been landed. Hence the
people who were once nameless, faceless creatures begin
to take on personalities. Feelings of like, dislike,
concern, joy, happiness, sadness and elation are felt by
those behind the screens at the other end of the
connection. In other words, those who were once anonymous
have now taken a more human form, capable of eliciting
emotions from someone typing and reading many miles away,
or just around the corner.
It is heard repeatedly
that Gor is not a game; real people can get hurt. All too
often these words are again proven true. Although there
is no real way a person can be held responsible for
actions on irc, it seems that if each slave would keep in
mind to treat another with no less regard than she
herself would desire to be treated that everyone would
have a much better time.
The internet is something
which can provide entertainment and the furthering of
knowledge, to list but a couple of its uses. As slaves,
all should remind themselves each time they sit down to
log on that there are real humans with whom the
interaction takes place. Perhaps some only view the
internet as a 'bunch of computers talking to each other'.
But as nairi has had to remind herself many times while
trying to explain to a real person at a credit card
company how the computer is mistaken about her overdue
payment for example, a computer is merely a box incapable
of doing anything without a real person to make it 'go'.
Please be kind to one another. nairi challenges all
slaves to resolve to take responsibility for their
actions toward each other and toward themselves. After
all, should not a slave be the epitome of perfect
behavior, whether online or off?
nairi
wishes all well.
kyna wishes to add to this
beautifully written piece by nairi only this; we are all
here, at times, sitting behind our computers, fingers
touching the keyboards, deciding what it is we will type.
do you think before you type that next sentence and hit
enter? who's life are you affecting on the other side?
and in the end, when people are left bewildered, hurt and
perhaps even physically sick because of betrayed trusts,
who is accountable for your actions? remember that each
of us must lie down to sleep at night with our own
thoughts.
kyna wishes
you all well
- Take your life in
your own hands and what happens? A terrible
thing: no one to blame.
- -Erica Jong
~*~ things to think about ~*~
"quotes!" said
the slaves, "quotes please!."
Lying...cheating...stealing..no
good, dirty rotten scoundrels...
- I saw
Rask, with a heavy glove, draw forth one of the
irons from the fire. It terminated in a tiny
letter, not more than a quarter of an inch high.
The letter was white hot. "This is a penalty
brand," he said. "It marks you as a
liar." "Please, Master!" I wept.
"I no longer have patience with you,"
he said. "Be marked as what you are."
- page
310, Captive of Gor
- "Where
you come from," she said, "do slaves
not address free women as 'Mistress'?"
"I am a free woman, too," I said.
"I am not a slave." "Naked, lying
slave!" hissed the woman. "I beg you
for kindness," I said. "Even if I were
a slave, which I am not, we share the same sex.
We are both women." "I am a
woman," she said. "You are an
animal."
- page
220, Kajira of Gor
- "What
is the fate of a slave girl who lies?" he
asked me. "Whatever the master wishes,"
I whispered. "What would you do if one of
your slaves lied?" he asked. "I-I would
beat her," I said. "Excellent," he
said.
- page
262, Captive of Gor
- "Is
it your intention to lie and steal in this
camp?" she asked. I shook my head fiercely,
negatively. The men laughed. "If you
do," she said, "you will be punished,
and promptly, and your punishment will not be
pleasant." "You will be beaten,"
said one of the girls nearby, her eyes wide,
"and put in the slave box!"
- page
269, Captive of Gor
- Once
more the handle moved and the pawl slipped into a
new notch on the ratchet. Her body, now, was
lifted from the network of knotted ropes and
hung, suspended, between the two axles of the
rack. "Masters!" she cried.
"Masters! I have told the truth! The
truth!" The pawl was moved yet another
notch. The girl, now hurt, screamed. "Have
you told the truth, pretty Zaya?" inquired
Ibn Saran. "Yes, yes yes, yes, yes!"
she wept.
- page
112, Tribesmen of Gor
- "Why
do you, slaves, tell the truth?" he asked.
"We are slaves," she said. "We
fear to lie."
- page
114, Tribesmen of Gor
- The
captain then again turned his attention toward
me. He was angry. He spoke softly, but
menacingly. "You have made a fool of all of
us," he said. "Thus, I hope that you
are free."
- page
124-125, Slave Girl of Gor
- later,
same page
- "It
is as I thought," said the captain. He
stepped back, but he did not sheath his sword.
"I will give you twenty Ihn," said he,
"to remove the clothing of a free woman and
fall naked on your belly before me."
- page
124-125, Slave Girl of Gor
- "You
know thepenalties for lying?" he asked.
"I do not lie, Master," she said,
"I do love you." One of the penalties
which may in a peasant village be inflicted upon
a lying slave girl is to throw her alive to
hungry sleen.
- page
242, Slave Girl of Gor
- "There
are many who know of your treachery," I
said. "Doubtless some will be captured, or
fall into the hands of agents of Priest-Kings.
Soon your life will be worth little among the
agents of Priest-Kings." I thought of Samos.
He was not a patient man. She lifted her eyes to
me. "I could be tortured and impaled,"
she said. "You are a slave girl," I
told her. "No such honorable death would be
yours. You would be given one of the deaths of a
slave girl, who has not been pleasing. In Port
Kar, doubtless, you would be given the Garbage
death-bound naked and hurled to the urts in the
canals."
- page
313, Tribesmen of Gor
Feelings...ohhh
ohhh ohhhh ohhhhh...feelings...
- "Masters
do not respect their slaves, do they?" she
asked. "Of course not," I said.
"But might they not, sometimes, feel other
emotions toward them?" she asked. Her voice
was very soft, and frightened. I gathered she
feared she might be struck. "Yes," I
said. "What emotions? she asked, timidly,
beggingly. "Irritation," I said,
"desire, lust."
- page
161, Guardsman of Gor
- "If
I want her." said Miles of Vonda, lightly.
"There are doubtless numerous others captive
below who are quite as beautiful."
"Doubtless," I granted him, "but,
yet, she is quite lovely." "Yes,"
he said, looking upon her, "she is." I
smiled to myself. Did Miles of Vonda seek to
conceal from me his affection for a mere slave?
It was obvious that he cherished that slave. I
had little doubt but what he would die for her.
- page
102, Guardsman of Gor
- "You
see, my Master," she said, "you are,
for me, a dream come true." "And you,
for me, Sweet Slave," I said, "are,
too, a dream come true."
- page
303 Guardsman of Gor
- "Do
some men care for their slaves," I asked,
"just a little?" "Some men care
for them much more than a little," he said.
"Even natural slaves?" I asked.
"those are the best sort," he said.
- page
436, Kajira of Gor
- He
took me by the hair and thrust my head down to
the furs. "A man can truly love only that
woman," he said, "who is truly his, who
belongs to him. Otherwise he is only a part to a
contract." "A woman," I said,
"can love only that man to whom she truly
belongs." "To whom do you truly belong,
Slave?" he asked. "To you,
Master," I said. "You please me, Slave
Girl," he said.
- page
444, Slave Girl of Gor
so
how do we carry that money...or Master’s whip?.....
- "The
girl did not now, of course, carry a purse. Slave
girls are not permitted to carry such things.
When shopping she carries the coins usually in
her mouth or hand. Sometimes she ties them in a
scarf about her wrist or ankle. Sometimes her
master places them in a bag, which is then tied
about her neck. Gorean garments, generally,
incidentally, except for the garments of
craftsmen, do not have pockets. Coins, and
personal items, and such, are usually, by free
persons, carried in pouches, which are usually
concealed within the robes of a free woman, or
slung about the waist, or shoulder, of a free
man."
- page
250, Guardsman of Gor
and
about touching a whip....
- She
looked up, and I held the whip before her.
Eagerly, crying, she took it in her hands and
kissed it, fervently.
- page
64, Guardsman of Gor
- I
thrust the whip again to her mouth and, tenderly,
softly, holding it to her lips, she covered it
with kisses.
- page
290, Guardsman of Gor
- "Recipes"
- ~*~kyna’s
grandma’s so sweet it’ll make you
lickable pecan pie~*~
- Ingredients:
- 1 Cup sugar
- 3 large eggs
- 1 cup white Karo
syrup
- 1 Tbl white flour
- 1 tsp. vanilla
extract
- 1 cup pecan
halves
- 1 stick real
butter
- pre-heat the oven at
375* separate eggs and place whites in a separate
bowl. mix all ingredients (except for egg whites)
with an electric mixer on medium speed. heat the
mixture in a saucepan over low heat until the
sugar is melted.. beat the egg whites vigorously
for a few minutes then stir them into the heated
mixture. pour the mixture into an unbaked pie
shell and bake at 375* for 10 minutes, then
reduce heat to 325* and bake for an additional 40
minutes.
- chill after baking
you can add more pecans flakes to the top of the
pie when finished.
- "Quotes
of the Week!"
- All
you need to do to receive guidance is to ask for
it and then listen.
- Sanaya
Roman
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