Move me...

So.. You.... You're reading now... It makes me nervous. What will you see in this, what will you think about it and me.

On with today's post. So I've been working with another Master, a long known man in Gor, he trains slaves. I'm taking to heart my want, to be a more beautiful slave. With my Master's permission, he's putting me through my paces. For those new to Gor, or having no idea what this means.... well it means he is roleplaying with me. Checking, correcting and making me improve my positions, my knowledge of them and essentially... helping me shake off this rust I feel in the clarity, the simplicity and yet still being descriptive enough to be beautiful.


Walking:

One step before another, hips flared from side to side, my entire body moved in a wave, starting from the joints of my hips, ass swaying from side to side; breasts jiggled with the movement, hidden ever so slight beneath diaphanous satin of a light creamy hue. Turning upon the balls of my feet. Crimson mane, soft as silken ribbons, tickled as it'd teased about the flesh of my shoulders and cascaded down my back.

Nadu - Thentis:

I moved forth into the room, sculpted curve to my calves accentuated as I came to a stop and fluidly melted into a kneel within the center of the work space. Fingertips flitted ever so slight, out to the sides of my hips in keeping balance as my knee found the floor. My body undulated with the flirting grace as back bowed into delicate arch, swell of ass settling to my heels. My chin lifted, petite features upturned in proud tilting display of the collar about my throat. Glass green hues took in the sight of the floor before my knees even as they parted, thighs yawning into an aching V. Arms lifting to sink behind me, one after the other, wrists latticed and resting at the small of my back.

Submission:

I shifted, wrists releasing from their sanctuary at the Lowest point in the V of my back. Rising, two lithe limbs, placed before me and extending. My chin dropping, sculpted features nearly touching to my chest as my head bows in subjugation between my arms. Once my my wrists crossed, this time ahead of me. Stilling baited breath I blinked the image that rang to mind every time I committed this pose; a memory of standing before me awaiting the inevitable.

Crawl:

Pushing up, out from my haunches. Arms dropped, easy, palms placed to the floor as I leaned forward with the movement, my elbows too dropping down once I stretched out to petite lengths. Hips dipped one side and then the other with the movement, Ass swinging; breasts feeling plump and heavy the way they swung beneath me. Captured in a kiss by that satin fabric wrapped scantily about me. I moved in drawling fashion, my face just an inch away from the floor I crossed, finding a pair of his boots there.... in a corner.. I stopped just short of touching the toe of those boots, his boots..... Oh how I was sure he laughed to himself if and when he recalled my refusal and that crust of bread in those first days.

I have a lot more confidence today then the other day when I originally posted kneel. I think I am becoming more able to convey, in less words, a still beautiful description with accuracy. It's a different concept in writing for me.. I usually write a very large paragraph; that makes this a huge challenge.

Old dog, new tricks?

So I was recently talking with a free man friend of mine. I've known him through role play for many years. One of the things I'd expressed to him was that I feared I'm a little more then just rusty and felt like I used to be a pretty darn good slave and wanted to impress my owner with my 'return' to role play.

He asked me if I wanted to know a tip to seducing a man. Of course I said YES! and jumped at the opportunity to learn something new and hopefully be a better slave.

Now, I won't disclose that tip here. But I will practice a few poses using that tip from him and see how it feels, looking back at them in a few days as well as share this entry with him to get his input. I've tried one pose so far. It was harder then I thought, changing up my writing style and I'm fearing that maybe I'm over thinking it, so I'll post this pose, then read it, step back and think about it, go about my morning and then perhaps come back after a little time way and see if taking my mind off of this task makes it easier to sit down, type it out and just "do" it.



Pose One - Nadu:

Fingertips splayed, splashed over the soft lines of my belly, drizzling down my hips as my thighs parted and my knee’s met the hard contour of the floor. Breathless gasp escaping the delicate column of my throat from the momentum’s thrust of the movement. Smooth round gripable curve of ass, cradled within heels, my hands rubbed up and down the toned expanse of my thighs. Fingertips slipping and sliding up and down a few moments before coming to rest delicately upon tender flesh of my lap and my back curved into a near dangerous bow; offered up upon proverbial platter, breast and heart of a mere beast before man. Pale green hues pooled to rest upon your feet in subjugation even as my chin lifted, face tipped up and my tongues tip darted out between parted lips to slide quickly over the lower to moisten the tier should I be commanded to speak. Framed in those dangerously soft, red locks that fell from the crown of my head to spill about my shoulders, tickle at my breast and tease it’s path down my back.

Wants verses needs

So am I just now figuring it out? Or how about starting to figure it out? Maybe I've got it all wrong still?

I crave you today. I think it's because I'm suddenly able to be here now when we went for months with minimal contact.

I want to touch you.... to beg to touch you... to beg you to touch me. Saturday was a heady reunion, a reminder that it was you that claimed me. My insecurity leaves me to not want to tell you these things now. Especially since I know your busy.

I want to be that moment of relaxation, that breath of air between all of your life stresses. I want each moment you touch me to taste so sweet that you come back again and again.... even if means I wait in anticipation. Anticipation for things I only get to feel on a computer screen.

~ your animal

What's in a name?

I was speaking with another slave earlier. We were speaking about names and it got me to thinking about my own past attachment to the names I've had.

My name has been changed a few times in the course of my online life and though I never complained, there was one I hated.

I can't say it's something I don't care about..... I'd probably cry if my name was changed to cuntface or asslick. But all in all, over time it's become something I'm not super worried about either.

I think I'll take some time to research through the novels to reacquaint myself with all the reasons men change a slaves name.

About Project Slave Girl

Hey there, welcome! So I've started this blog. I want a place to put not only my slave papers, but an easy access blog. Cause what kinda slave in today's Gor isn't mobile? Yes, that is an oxymoron, but I access Gor and it's forums and community's from a multitude of devices and at any given time.

I'm hoping to not only get in touch with my feelings about my slavery on Gor on a deeper level, but I might even post a script or two (for my own private reading) as well as just some funny stuff that happens along the way.

I thought I'd also keep tags on other blogs I've been reading, about slavery, or M/s environments and such things here and for anyone that happens to read along...... well I hope you enjoy my space!