(3) First Arrival

I had no memories of how I arrived, only that I went to bed at my own home. I do recall, slowly waking up to the sound of the surf, crashing against the rocks. I could feel cool, soft sand under me asI gazed up to the night sky.
It was when I notice the three glorious moons above me. That was my first clue that I was no longer upon my world. The second clue, as  I start to stir and sit up more, was a man approaching me.
Clad in dark leather, he reminded me of the mideval vikings of ancient Earth. And when he spoke to me, I couldn't understand a word he said. I was quite frightened, kneeling there in the sand, gazing at this fierce warrior. He had drawn out his sword and pointed it at my neck, speaking only two words.
La kajira.
I took it, I was suppose to repeat them. As I did, he resheathed his sword and drew out some rope. He motioned that I should cross my wrists at my back. Doing so, he was behind me, crouching close.
I cried out, struggling when I felt him tying my hands back. As I fought him, I suddenly felt the sharp tip of a blade to my throat. I went utterly still as he finished his task of binding my wrists. Then he spoke those words to me again, pressing the blade down by my belly.
La kajira, la  kajira.
I remember crying out, over and over again, til he removed the blade. I felt a loop of another rope going about my throat. Then a sharp tug upon it. Rising to my feet, I follow this man. Following him into my new life.

(2) Before Gor

Sitting here with marking stick in hand, I try to recall how my life was before I came to Gor. This counter-Earth.
I remember it being simple with a repeating daily routine, that I lived for a majority of my life. Upon my home world, I guess it would be known as, since these Goreans calls it differ. They pronounce it as Urth, not Earth. But, I'm trailing off subject here.
Anyways, I was known as an American, born and raised upon a small plot of farmland, my family had owned for many years. Each day, I start out long before dawn, tending to my chores. Making sure all the animals were fed and their stalls or cages were clean.
After cleaning and freshing up, I head into town to the local diner, where I work as a waitress up til after the lunch rush. Then, I head off to school. That's right, I was a college student. My major was History, but I took a secondary major course of Dancing, that I so enjoyed doing. I felt so free and female, as my body sways sensually. It also makes me forget about the everyday stress that I tend to put up with, as I went through my routine like clockwork.
But now, all of that is in my past life, since  the cool ring of steel, rests about my throat. For as of now, here upon this world, unlike any other, a whole new life has began.

(1) Introduction

((NOTE:
All information is based on Gor, belongs to John Norman, the creator and author to the Gorean book series. I am only borrowing teh concept of the books for my role-play character within the 3D chat world of SEcondLife and as a blogger background story.
That this is her tale of her life andhardships that she goes through to survive as a Gorean slave and bondsmaid.
Please enjoy and keep an open mind to all the what-ifs in life.
JLM aka cly))



Well, I guess I better start by introducing myself. I was once known as Clysa Dragoone of Urth ((Earth)).  A simple twenty year old farm girl, who was taking college courses within the fields of History and Dance.
But, that life was disupted and changed forever, as I found myself upon a strange world. The sisterplanet to my home world. A counter-Earth, where true men lives by steel and honor. While women like myself, are bound by collars and brands, to serve and please such men.
I was once a simple farmer's daughter and promising college student. Now, I am only cly, the Torvaldsland bondsmaid to my owner or Jarl. That's what I am, as my new life began. A life of a Gorean slave or kajira.
Now, as acting Recordeer for my Jarl's Village, I thought to take the time, at least when I can, to recap the venturres of my time here upon Gor. My lessons, chores, as well as both Village reports and events. For how else would any understand the meanings of this world and what is happening, if one doesn't do so.