There is a strange irony within our inbonded condition; while kajirae may be worth less than the dust beneath our Masters' feet, at the same time we experience a sense of exhileration, of feeling important, even priceless. violet has done much observing, watching those special kajirae she knows, watching them kneel, silent, content. She wondered for a while what is so attractive in this helpless condition to so many of us- as many may have noticed, our online world attracts a higher female to male ratio than any other- or at least this is what violet has observed.

There was much that was written in Norman's scrolls that attracts my fellow sisters. In my humble opinion, most gorean girls are not interested in this lifestyle because we wish to be whipped or punished, because we wish to be mistreated, or because we are part of a "BDSM" crowd.

There is simply something in the way that gorean men ARE that is attractive to us, the way they look at us, the interest they take, the way that they do not fear to be themselves, to accept their beastly sides along with all that is good within them. Though kajirae experience a life of uncertainty, there is one thing that is certain- we will not lack for men that are proud and strong and magnificent to observe.

It is perhaps the only place that we can be accepted for what we are, where we do not have to hide behind false pretenses, where our fantasies are encouraged, where we may learn to flourish and grow in our beauty.

I was a girl raised in a culture predicated on the denial of primate biological realities, a girl from a world in which hypothetically cogent animals denied, denounced and hysterically strove to suppress their own animality, a world in whose social insanity even sexuality had now come to be politically suspect. (Slavegirl of Gor)

There is something utterly sexy about a land where women do not have the mystery behind them- where everything about a girl is owned. How many of us may dream to someday find a Man who is fascinated by every aspect of us, yet who has the power and the strength to be utterly honest as well?

When with Gorean men, we do not have to fear that their flattery is false, for they are strong enough to be honest, and unconcerned with the false compliments so often handed out to us from the men of earth.

The men, and the girl, stood about me. I stood straight. They moved about me. I reddened, assessed. Comments were exchanged. I sensed myself being discussed with open frankness, as might have been an animal. Some of the comments, I sensed, were less than completely flattering. Some, I sensed, were clearly disparaging. (Slavegirl of Gor)

"Slave Girl. Had men not found you beautiful they would have been quite content to leave you free. Only the most beautiful are thought worthy of the brand; only the most beautiful are found worthy of the collar." (Tribesmen of Gor)

Of course, when this girl tries to explain such an emotion, she can never quite come up with words to properly describe it.

violet does not know how it is for others, but she can speak for herself and her own deepest desires. There could be no relationship as mutually satisfying to her than being a slave. There could be nothing greater than being known and accepted as the slave she is, and to have every facet of her interesting to a Man. The following quote puts it better than she can word her feelings herself.

It is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife; the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the dispositions of his lovely article of property;

this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy; by making it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the helpless condition of slavery, it gives him greater power over her.

For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies: if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten;

too, she may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these, too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive; these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar; they awaken her body and, of equal importance for the Gorean, though not for the Earthling, who sees sex with the perception of a hippopotamus, as a matter of body rubbings, her fantastic imagination and mind; she becomes curious, soon, about the deeper implications of what she is, a mere article of her master's property;

then, with authority, with assurance and power, to the depth and height of her mind and imagination she is taught; the slave girl experiences a paradox of freedom; the free woman is physically free, but miserable, fighting to be what she is not; the slave girl, physically in bondage, even to the collar, sometimes chains, is given no choice by men but to be totally and precisely what she is, slave;

such women, the slave girls, interestingly, are almost always joyful and vital; they are, paradoxically, in their feelings and emotions, liberated; they are not pinched, not psychologically restrained; why this should be I do not know; to see such women, their heads high, their eyes bright, their bodies, their movements, beautiful, as no Earth woman would dare to be, is quite pleasurable; some of them are so insolent, so proud of their collars, that I have cuffed them to my feet to remind them that they are only slaves (Tribesmen of Gor)