Congratz to the Soaring Herlit

Celebrating their 6th year anniversary and combining with a fund raiser for the RFL proved to be tempting to me, as well as the theme “Why Do Slaves Dance?”  I had plenty that I WANTED to say on the subject but I had to do some searching in my heart to find what I NEEDED to say.  I got off to a rocky start being 15 minutes late, lucky it was that…I thought it started a hour later than it did. My horrible week carried over and left me brain dead.  I was disappointed to see a couple of the girls didn’t follow the theme and almost seemed like last minute fill-ins.  I had hoped for a better turn out in both dancers and audience as I am fond of the Herlit, after my debacle there Lady Dem was supportive and I noticed they have gone to exhibition dance only, no contests anymore.  Here is some of my dance:

“Shadows of another reality gather around her, shadows that chain and deny a slave from the freedom of the dance in their world. Betrayed and chained there by a body that cannot express her heart and fire as this slave does in the sands of Gor. “

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I began in chains to symbolize how so many of we dancers in SL are unable to dance in RL for one reason or another. There is a joy and freedom found watching our little avatars whirl gracefully in the sands.

“Flame (scarletfleur) leaps in the air with the joy of a dancer untethered at last, skipping and twirling. Shadows burn away igniting a clear, hot fire of joy and freedom. The slave dances and her voice is heard, the freedom is felt and the shadows melt away she is transformed, like a new being from the ashes of the old she now soars over the sands like a fiery tarn on the breeze of submission, expression and joy. “

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The chains now off… the wings of freedom now send the dancer through the sands.

“Flame (scarletfleur) twirls around like a zephyr of scarlet fire, small feet leaving circles in the glimmering sands. The strong arms spread like the fiery tarn she is…reborn in these sands. Free in her collar, free in her submission, free in her dance!!! Dance Kajira….Dance Kajirae! DANCE!!

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Master slipped in at the last minute and told me he was proud, even without knowing I belonged to him a couple of men he knew voiced their pleasure in my dance.  That was why I dance.  Because here I can, because it bring me pleasure, because it pleases him, it entertains and pleases the audience and brings him pride.


Friday Night Lights!

The burned brightly in Rorus on Friday!  I had a couple of friends entered so it was good to go watch.  The venue had some issues, I was told the person who normally handles the dance contests or exhibitions was not allowed to set this one up, as such it was thrown together the night before, a poor set, a missing judge, unnecessary lagging and a unprepared host for example.  I was told there was initially 12 dancers allowed to enter…about 4 too many…I groaned inwardly at the time that would be required to sit there, luckily it was reduced by drop outs to 9 and one of the 9 was a now show so we were presented with 8 dancers. Still a bit long for a 6pm on a Friday night, and then delayed 30 minutes for poor planning.

There was your usual mix of good and bad dancers, some I expect better from than I got, but hey…we all turn out a mediocre dance now and then. and of course those dances that make up for it.  I was pleased 2 of my friends were the bright lights of the night.

A new friend, Aytia from Haifa, after being chatty with me in IMs making the mediocre more fu, did herself and her Master proud with a lovely dance….  I was glad to see her take the second place award!


The other dancer there, the one near and dear to my heart was Maddy.  I have known Maddy through several lifetimes in Gor.  We have been through heartache and disappointment and laughter and joy.  She is sweet on the outside and sassy on the inside and great fun to be with.  It was Maddy that drug me off to my first dance class….kicking and screaming…and Maddy who bought me my dance hud.  So blame her people!!

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Maddy ruled the night and took away the first prize to the delight of her Master and of course…all her friends, including this privileged girl.


A year has passed….

I began this blog a year ago after being unjustly attacked and my reputation smeared in the dance community. Those who did it suffered the worse with the stain of the lies forever tainting them.  At the time I was un-collared, still reeling from being left behind yet again and seriously thinking about leaving Gor behind.  I persisted, driven by the need to prove myself a good dancer, which I feel I have with a unblemished record of placing in contests, participating in exhibitions and helping to organize events. Also staying because of  friends who’s company I would miss, and the knowledge that time changes everything if giving enough of it.

As the months passed I retreated into myself and formed a bit of a shell, my wall between RL and SL back up and solid.  I was at least able to take the wisdom I gathered from my last Master and apply it to myself is some ways and in others I had to discard it.  Involved in building and dancing I basically avoided RP in community situations and kept to myself until the fateful night I took a deep breath and decided to return to Gor in full.  My path was clear, be a city or tavern slave and avoid the pitfalls of being in one mans collar and the emotional minefield it can bring. 

The Priest-Kings had another idea and there he was, the man who would place his name on my collar and begins chipping away at my wall, brick by brick, day by day until the day that “Girl loves her Master” became “I love you”.


It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave. Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery.
– Beasts, 236

For us its been over 7 month since we met, and over 6 months in his collar. An easy 6 months?  No, it takes time to earn trust from someone who has been betrayed. He has had to deal with the deed of others in my past. Was it worth it? I believe we can both say yes. Is it perfect? No, there are still issues and life will toss issues before us in the future, but we are working on it.  He makes me want to heal and be a better love -slave to him.  He has made the effort to understand dance and learn to see not only my dancing and my heart there, but other slaves as well and is exploring the possibility of becoming a judge.

What a difference a year makes!!


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