Tuesday, May 6, 2008

our Home grows

girl takes a moment to reflect on the Home she lives in. everyday, there are new additions to the Family. there is a new Jarl, very kind, girl likes Him very much. several new sisters, girl doesn't think she's even met them all yet! new brothers, too. girl finds brothers interesting, not too sure why, but she does.

girl was given time alone with her chain sister today. this NEVER happens, as the House is so busy, girls are needed to serve the Free. girl loved this time with her sis, precious moments to know her better as the person she is, not just as the girl that sits by her side serving. the more this one learns of her sis, the more she loves her. girl is happy to have this sister as her chain sister. they not only share their Jarl, they share each other as well.

with love for her Jarl and her sis, and all their Family
~bahi~

Sunday, April 27, 2008

dance of welcome to her sister



girl stands, in the sands of the pit, her Jarl's eyes on her, copper curls swirling about her waist, head bowed in submission. girl's hand strays to her throat, fingers fluttering at the collar, the chain strung through the ring jingling as girl moves. her wrists are encased in cuffs, chains joining them, strung through her collar. girl is clad in only a strip of silk at her waist, sheer, hiding nothing from her Jarl. her ankles are clad in slave bells, tinkling as she shifts in the sands. firelight glows on girl's skin, smooth as porcelain, glinting off the chains binding her hands. girl looks to her Jarl, emerald eyes drinking Him in, taking in the new sister at His feet.

the music starts, slow, haunting, and girl begins to move. girl draws her right leg up, knee cocked, toes pointed, resting in the sands, her hands extended, palms down, slender fingers splayed, her hips beginning to sway as she shifts, exchanging one delicate foot for the other, slave bells matching the beat of the drums. the flute joins the drum, sensual, it's melody sending chills down girl's spine. her eyes drift shut, her face relaxing into a peaceful visage, a slight smile drifting across her face as thoughts of her Jarl come to her.

girls right arm floats up, finger tips extended, slave chains tinkling as she stretches to the stars, her lithe body undulating to the music. girl's left arm slowly floats, drifting to join the right, palms cupped together over her head, a flick of the wrist as the music increases in tempo, the kalika joining the flute and drums, girl's palms turn outward, then again cupped, she draws them down, between her breasts in supplication. girl's eyes snap open, her arms unfolding, extending before her, fingers beckoning her sister, she moves to her side, drawing her to the sands.

girl tugs her sister's chains, pulling her near, facing her, her sister begins to match her movements, feet stamping to the beat, fingers clasped, their foreheads meet, hands joined, drifting above their heads, bodies swaying, they turn, backs together, slave flesh against slave flesh, their Jarl to their side, they look to Him, their bodies twinned, two girls, both His, the sink to the sands at His feet, embracing Him together.

this one loves her Jarl very much, her sis aviva too.

~bahi~

for my Jarl

Much has happened this day, leaving this girl with mixed feelings. she wants to make sure her Jarl knows her feelings for Him remain strong and true, and there is no confusion there. This girl loves her Jarl very much



You stand, tall as the trees of the forest
Sheltering this girl, keeping her safe
You are this girl's strength

You stand, proud as the larl
Your honor keeping this Home intact
You are this girl's honor

Your arms, embrace this one
A place of comfort, of love
You are this girl's haven

Your heart, beats strong
Your pulse, in time with this one's
You are this girl's heart

You are this girl's heart, her love

~bahi~

Saturday, April 26, 2008

from my Jarl

girl's Jarl wrote this for her, bringing more joy to her life than even He knows. Thank You, my Jarl, this one loves You very much.

Your heart As big as the sun
The sun that gives light and warmth
To both our inner and outer self
Your gentle touch,
As delicate as the calm breeze
That gives a soothing feeling to our bodies
On a warm summer night
Yet your beauty
Is as untouchable as
the heavens above

Written by Eragon
For His girl bahijah
4/27/2008

Sunday, April 20, 2008

pleasing her Jarl

this girl has had occasion to reflect on what it means to please her Jarl. she hopes she is able to articulate well what she thinks and feels.

being pleasing for her Jarl means so much more than in the furs. girl strives to always remember, in everything she does, her ultimate goal is to please her Jarl. when girl does her chores, she keeps in mind the line of her body, the turn of her head. she does her chores with the knowledge that she contributes something to her Jarl's House.

when girl serves the Free of this House, she knows that her actions reflect on her Jarl. she pays attention to the turn of a wrist, the sway of a hip. she pays attention to the requests of the Free, to not make mistakes in bringing what they desire.

when girl serves the Free visiting her Jarl's House, she knows she must be on her best behavior. what these visitors see in this House, how this girl behaves, how she serves, if she puts her heart into it, all reflect on her Jarl and His House.

when girl serves her Jarl, she does so with her whole heart. sometimes, she simply warms His feet. sometimes, she warms His furs. whatever His desire, she does her best to fulfill it. this girl's ultimate goal, always, is to make her Jarl proud.

~bahi~

Friday, April 18, 2008

love dance of the newly collared slave girl


girl makes her first attempt at dancing here. she hopes it pleases her Jarl. any comments and suggestions for improvement are welcome from all.


girl stands quietly before her Jarl, the heat of the fire warming her skin, a subtle glow brushing her cheeks. girl's emerald eyes lowered to her Jarl's boot, copper curls tumbled about her shoulders, cascading down the curve of her back, coming to rest at her tiny waist. girl is clad only in a short scrap of silk at her waist, barely covering the curve of her bottom, the warmth of her heat. her throat is adorned with the collar of her Jarl, gleaming in the firelight, it's weight a constant reminder she is owned.

as the music starts, drums beating, girl feels the rhythm inside her, the pounding of her heart loud in her ears. girl tears the scrap of silk from her waist, letting it drift slowly to the floor, her tiny feet remain close together, as if chained at her ankles, supple arms extend slowly above her head, wrists together, palms facing out as if chained. girl's mouth curves upward in a smile for her Jarl as she begins to move, slowly swaying to the beat of the drums. girl lifts her face, eyes drifting closed, delicate features smooth, lips parting slightly as her arms sway gently above her head. girl begins turning, tiny steps in a circle, round bottom swaying, lustrous curls drifting about her in a cloud of fire. girl feels her heat growing inside her, slowly lowers her lithe arms, extending her hands, wrists still close together as if chained, palms raised toward her Jarl. girl falls to her knees at His boot, bending at the waist, the long curve of her back exposed, glorious locks pooling about His feet, she lays her lips upon His feet.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

my Jarl's House

This one would like to take a moment to reflect on her Jarl's House, and all that means. His House is more than a structure, more than the hall, the servery, the yard, the barns, the pens for the bosk. My Jarl's House is about the people that dwell within it's walls. There are Jarls, and Mistresses, Huntresses, and many sisters for this one to meet and interact with. While my Jarl's House exists in the virtual world, the relationships that develop are quite real. Many may disagree with this girl, but thus far, she has formed a bond with nearly every member of her Jarl's House.

The Mistresses of this House are kind, and always helping this one improve herself for her Jarl. Make no mistake, the Mistresses can be harsh if needed, but this one has never seen Them be mean to herself or another sister. In this world of Gor, that can be unusual indeed.

The Jarls always treat the girls of this house well. This one and her sisters are expected to work, do chores, and serve Free, and we do so happily. This girl thinks, a large part of the reason she and her sisters serve so willingly, and with joy, is because the Free of this House inspire and appreciate them.

While this one has many sisters, there are a few she feels extra close to, one more so than the others. Her Jarl likes the thought of this one being close to her sister, very close, and this one is not quite sure about that, but she is willing to see, provided her sister is willing.

This girl's Jarl, Head of this House, is the glue that holds everyone together. He is strong, honorable, and very protective of those of His house. This girl's Jarl is everything she could dream. He always seems to know just what this girl needs *grins*.

Girl hopes, as it is late, and she is tired, that this makes sense to those that read it. Maybe in the morning, she'll write it again *smiles*.

~bahi~

dancing

one of the things this girl very much wants to do, and do well, for her Jarl is dance. she has absolutely ZERO experience with dance, but Mistress was kind enough to give her some pointers, and she's found some websites that are helpful as well. this one will use this forum over the next little while to develop her skills, see where this goes, and hopefully, please her Jarl. all comments and suggestions on how to improve are welcome.
~bahi~

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

serving my Jarl


this girl finds her greatest pleasure in serving her Jarl, in whatever manner He deems appropriate. she strives daily to improve the nature of her serves, to be better able to paint the picture for Him, to convey, in this online world, the depth of her feelings. it is sometimes difficult, to simply write of how one feels, what one is doing, and be able to accurately impart all that is in this one's heart. girl hopes her Jarl knows, how much she has come to care for Him in this short period of time.
~bahi~

Monday, April 14, 2008

newly collared girl

girl lays her hand at her throat,
slender finger traces the edge of her collar
her eyes drift closed, memory slipping back

scent of leaves beneath her, soft on the forest floor
girl lifts her face, emerald eyes watching, waiting
sun peeking through the leaves warming her skin

girl waits, pulse fluttering at her throat
snap of a twig, so quiet, she nearly misses it
head snaps around, seeing Him, there, watching her

girl's heat ignites, seeing Him, strong and tall
His eyes drinking her in, dark hair skimming His shoulders
He strides forward with purpose, pinning her, helpless

He binds her, hands and feet, twine securing her
girl struggles a bit, her heart racing, His intent clear
she trembles under His hand, His deep voice declaring her His

His dagger appears, cutting through her city collar
He draws out His collar, gently fastening it about her throat
locking it in place, she is His, she is Owned

girl lays her hand at her throat
finger tracing the edge of His collar
knowing she is Owned, she smiles

she is her Jarl's bondmaid

~bahi~