Recently, I instituted a ban on travel to Gorean sites that are not on GC. I asked for the support of My fellow Ubars and received some from a number of leaders. However, all of them fell short of going as far as I did with the ban.

Some of the Frees in My City began to grumble. One FM approached Me and suggested that I was unGorean in the edict and insinuated that He might like to challenge Me to prove His point. Others were less direct and more reasoning in their complaints.

One particularly valued FM said, "I have recruited successfully for Us in the past and now You have put a stop to it. It will stunt Our growth."

Others complained of the loss of "friends and family" that they had developed off-site and how I had made the road a one-way street. Many whined about feeling hemmed in by not being able to explore, which is truly Gorean, and one slave contested that she had the "right" to dual characters in RP as each site constituted a "different game."

I listened to them A/all. Some points were a lot more valid than others. But I saw value in each as they had come to Me because My words would make a difference in their lives. Their very act of coming to Me was, in and of itself, an admission of their need to be in accord with the laws of their City.

Of course, some of My responses were less than kind, but in My heart I was pleased that they felt they can come to me and state their case.

The rule still stands because -- as I patiently, and not so patiently, explained to each -- I believed it to be the right thing at the right time.

Another kind of unpopular decision is the introduction of an unruly or spoiled slave. There is nothing that creates more internal fissures in the foundation of a City than disgruntled slaves.

The slaves look at an unruly one and ask why she isn't punished in a way that will make her see the light or why the "spoiled" one seems to get away with things that others cannot.

One such unruly slave came to me last week. She was sullen and angry and claimed to have lost her fire and begged publically for death.

I was tempted to slit her throat and feed her to My sleens on more than a dozen occasions. But I kept asking Myself why this girl just didn't come back. Why she didn't just disappear from My room never to return.

The answer was complex. Some of it had to do with her need for attention, but more of it had to do with her desire to not "Disney." Gor was not giving her what she needed and she was going to let Me know it at each juncture.

Behind the scenes I worked to alleviate this situation. Some thought that I took insults that demeaned My character, but a slave in a cage can hardly demean the character of an Ubar unless He allows it to happen.

She would never be happy in Port Kar but after some time, I think that perhaps she has been given a chance to either find her happiness or enter the city of dust knowing that it was not possible.

The spoiled slave is a much trickier proposition. How many Masters fall under the spell of a hot slut who can fur their brains to mush!

I was once such a Master. How long it takes to see that "furring" is not the primary obligation of a slave. It is to serve her City and her Master in whatever way it is needed.

Here it may be necessary to show publically that this behavior is not to be tolerated. The feelings of the hot slut who believes that she serves her Master best with what is between her legs needs re-education and the people of the City need to see that re-education take place.

Unpopular decisions are part of the job. The acceptance of them is loyalty to leadership that earns the gratitude of an Ubar.