Welcome to the Musings of a Kajira

a simple place that holds the thoughts, dreams ~ both broken and fulfilled ~ of a mere girl that answers to cyn

A New Beginning | After All | Betrayal | Cyn | Duties of a Slave | If I Never | In His Presence | Lies | Memories | My Prison | Paradise | Simple Reflections | Solitude | Tale as Old as Time | The Abyss | The Girl You Left Behind | The Phantom Lover of my Dreams | The Touch of his Hand

Other writings about or for cyn

I had been conquered and enraptured, destroyed and renewed, rent in fragments and made whole, freed and enslaved, broken and created.  And in the end, overwhelmed, struggling to comprehend, I had found myself more a slave than ever. {Witness of Gor, page 306}

My condition, my status, is doubtless clear to you.  Would it not be clear from the speaking of chains, and collars, and such?  You may find it objectionable.  I do not.  I love it.  In it I find my fulfillment, my happiness, my joy!  Perhaps you think what I am is degrading, and perhaps it is, but, if so, it is a delicious, precious, joyful degradation which I treasure, and in which I thrive and prosper, and one I would not, at the expense of my very life, have otherwise. It is a thing of softness, heat, devotion, obedience, service, beauty, and love. In it I am happy, and fulfilled, completely, perfectly, totally as a total woman, as I could be in no other way. {Witness of Gor, page 101}