The Cave of Shadow Wind: An alternate lifestyle Escape, Enter at Your own Risk | ||||||||||||||||||||
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a girl dances before a Master she burns for and desires to belong to! what beauty....pose...form....the sands glisten, the band plays....the girl dances! teyla's dainty feet move listlessly across the tiles...to the edge of the sands, opalescent eyes of green lift, slowly grazing a fearful gaze about the room, resting upon the Master she now dances for....timid eyes locking onto his... teyla's heart thunders wildly withen her as she bows her head low in submission...golden tendrils spill forth weaving about her trembling ivory form, the scant silks of white glow angelicly in the timid fire light of the tourches...slender arms gracefully arc above her head, crossing delicate wrists..palms stretch out facing the Master in silent plea. teyla releases her wrists as the low insescent hum of music begins to waft carelessly throughout the room, fingers trail lightly over her hands, as sleek arms pull way floating to her sides...palms cry out to him to acknowledge her. As the drums cadence sinks deep into her soul, supple hips begin to rock gently in rythem, lithe form swaying languidly as the enticing music beckons her to submit...to yield to the longing of the sensual beat of yearning and desire within. teyla suddenly begins to dance feverishly to the beat of flutes and drums, tossing her head back, tresses of sunkissed locks streaked with fire tumble down her aching form, sultry eyes darken with want, sweet beads of moisture begin to caress her softly, as palms press flat against swaying hips....with building passion, her feet pound the sands in rythem, as she dances out her now maddening frustration, the fires of her soul alight with passion! teyla now lost to the music and need of the Master, hungrily circles in undulated splendor, whistfully moving across the sands in rythmic motions of feline grace...nimble form stretching, twisting and turning...lashes flutter closed as a single tear streams down a flushed cheek, palms glide fiercly along her taut belly, cupping full breasts, fingers rough with want knead desperatly at her hardend nipples, the coral buds straining hard against the suffocating silks! The creature falls, helplessly to the sands, palms sink deep withen the warmness, reaching out above , the wanton figure slithers across the arena, soft moans of misery push past moistend lips of crimson, rounded hips thrust wantingly in thier attempt at fulfillment against the harsh sand, flesh keenly awakend as the pebbles brush against parted thighs, now heated with lustful longing. A deep throated raspy cry escapes her, as terror filled eyes raise to meet the gaze of the Master, with a slow painful push weighted by a crushing hunger, she rises upon cruelly wide spread knees, rocking back and forth, hips motioning towards Him with unabashed want, silks now damp...cling desperatly to satin smooth thighs..... teyla's tender flower exposed moistend and glistening....cries out in heated need to him, trembling hands cup her breasts lifting them towards him desperatly, as if gifting them to the Master, a frenzied cry echoes throughout the room, as the wanton slave folds back before Him, hips arhcing high...begging to the Master before her for His touch... The sunkissed golden mane shimmers brilliantly in the flickering firelight, encircling her in a gentle halo, as the conquered slave surrenders to him, aching with need, her low voice heavy with undeniable voracity cries out: Master...this one submits! The girl lays there panting heavily, the Cave is silent, she is pure beauty, a slave dancing for the one she burns for! The musicians stand quietly, as the Large Man rises, a grin playing across His bearded face as He scoops up the girl from the sands, cradeling her to His powerful chest, and off He strides slow and confident to the confines of curtained corridor...to use the girl as she has begged well for this privledge this night! The fire that glows steadily off the left of the generously large Cave glow brighter as the low, calm, enticing voice of the crone begins to speak. Her voice weataherd by age crackles....but evident in Her words are the love and wisdom of one Her age and knowledge. The thick brown Cloak weaved of thick wool enwraps her aged body, the long silvery mane braided thrice peeks out from the veil of the hood, eyes grey and filled with mirth dart about those circled around Her....her story begins. Come Shadow beckons You....nestle down upon the soft pelts, rest Your head against my shoulder and listen..... "An Ye Harm none childern of the wicca.....do what Ye will" (she Begins in a low soft voice slowly chanting....) Earth my body water my blood air my breath and fire my spirit! earth my body water my blood air my breath and fire my spirit (repeating the chant till she aprupts at its peak loud and clear, her ancient voice sounding with strength and echoing back fromt the stone walls of the enclosure of the cave) Once all people of all lands lived in harmony with thier Mother, the earth. All lands called thier Gods and Goddess's by differnt names then. But each clan or tribe or villiage was happy in its own place and time. Worshipping in peace. Calling on thier Gods of war love fertility and magick! That was a time of freedom. The celts lived by the Mother, following her seasons by the watch of the moon. Each Season in its own, held great symbology and magick, as each represented then a magickal significance of survival learning growth and magick! The childeren were taught early rhymes and songs then, to help them learn how to live in harmony with the mother and father and thier ever changing seasons.... some of these chants i will teach unto you today, learn them sing them chant them teach them to those that come to you aksing you to share what knowledge you have as one of the wise....as one of the wicca! (softly the crone begins a seasonal chant....) oh she will bring the buds in the spring and laugh amoung the flowers in summers heat her kisses are sweet she sings in leafy bowers! She cuts the grain and gathers the cane when leaves of fall surrond her Her bones grow old in wintery cold, She wraps her cloak around her (the crone repeats the chant lifting it to a high pitched peak only to bring it down to a whisper soft stop....) Silence surronds the cave as the crone is highly respected from all here. Those of the cave lost to Hhis and Hher own thoughts of times long ago. The crone lifts her grey eyes to gaze upon You.... Do You wish to learn more? follow then the corridors of the cave.... and know that the Goddess is that which has always been with you and will be with you untill the end. (with that the Crone points to a sighn posted into the soft dirt of the Cave with many pointers and words guiding You the traveler to continue on Your quest...go and explore! Merry Meet traveler and Merry Part and Merry may we Meet again! may the Gods guide You and keep You safe in all that You explore! | |||||||||||||||||||
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The question that should be asked first....are they safe? Are any of these if engaged in capable of Harming one? Anyone? Yes, if not practiced in a Safe Sane and Consensual Manner! A good rule to live by...."An it harm none do what you will." The fantasy is so overwhelming......the emotion earth shattering! The intense power one can feel.....are not to be taken lightly! Those that are new.....interested in learning more? Tread further curious traveler down the corridors of my cave and read! Learn! and may your travels be blessed by the Gods always! Whether You are experienced in the art of the wicca, a prominant Dom/me who has attended countless demo's, or a slave who proudly boasts to have been trained by the best...remember this........a path of inner freedom, wisdome and knowledge is never free from learning! These sites listed are only a few of wich i have found to be wonderful for any beginner, of Gor, Wicca or BDSM. Please drop by and visit #Shadow_Wind's_Cave an irc chat channel for real life discussions on Gor Wicca and BDSM D/s. on tiedsex.net accesable through Mirc Pirch and Java. Java users can access irc chat channels through www.tiedsex.com | |||||||||||||||||||
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I knealt at His feet for the first time. We were alone, safe from prying eyes, in His home. It was a simple act really, much less flair than at first i thought. I sat there, as a kajira would, back rigid, palms flat against my naked and exposed thighs....i was nervous, was He watching me? Was He grading my performance of a kneal? "spread your thighs wide girl" my own voice shouted at me in my mind! Your exposure shows your openess, your willingness to please Him! my thighs spread wide, what else....what else i cried silently in my mind! my head, a slave never bows her head! a slave is proud to be owned! my chin tilted then, almost on its own as the realizations raced through my scattered thoughts and head! lower your eyes, show your submission to Him! it really isnt that big of a deal, Is He even noticing???? my ankles are tucked beneath my bare ass, this is the proper way to kneal! ahhhh finally a smile, a touch of warmth and love, His hand is caressing my cheek! IT IS HOW IVE READ IT TO BE! the feel of His warm skin upon my cheek, yes YES! i do need to feel His approval! it is as how ive read it! Amazing, im knealing before a Man i love! a Man who Masters me! my heart was racing then as these words of realization raced hypnotically through my inner soul, i was a slave! ahhhhh i was His slave! it happend so quick. The intimate connection between a Master and His slave, His property.....we connected so quickly! it was as if i had come home from a long and weary trip. Escaping back to what i missed...needed, and longed for! i was craving His touch! i found myself nuzzling my cheeck against His now cupped hand, pressing closer to feel Him. The pangs of need, the fires of my belly erupted so suddenly! In a flash of an instant the wetness between my thighs was unbearable. is this really happening? by such a simple act of knealing before Him? that after having already been with Him just prior that i could burn for Him again so desperatly???? i shifted, feeling uneasy at my sudden need for my Master! my Master? i had yet to call Him such.....the word echoed through my mind relentlessly, teasing me....compelling me deeper into my thoughts, all the while the ache of lust and maddening desire was quickly working on my physical self! oh if only He would see how tortured i am! my Master. is He my Master? will i ever dare to say that word here in reality? to Him? yes. i will. but my heart dropped because His words filled my mind suddenly in remembrance......"my Pet, I know Weve moved more quickly than We had planned, but many things must come in time, patience my pet, all will come in due time" i knew it would be sometime before all the was needed to transpire between He and i would occur and i could with His blessing call Him my Master! there would need to be full and recognizable ownership! ow the ach, my eyes lifted up towards Him, drinking in the site of His body, naked, sitting at His computer, my head fell to rest upon His thigh, my lips parting slightly to feather tiny lil kisses along His well muscled leg...i did not even realize the act untill i was already engaged in it. i am doing what ive dreamt of! i am submitting my self to this Man! This is the man who will Master me! a whimper escaped my moistend lips then, as the fires raged through me in want and need for Him! He smiled and looked upon me then, knowingly.....the grin widening upon His face, my pet is in need for some loving? i remember a noise foreign to me escaping me then, and He laffed! and then shortly he took me and used me again as His. As no other could possibly have used me! He knew already in such a short time, all that i craved, and needed, the delightful combination of a loving Man and a forceful Man, caressing the soft flesh of my ass tenderly, only then to bring down hard His hand stinging the flesh, to keenly awaken and tantalize it.....bringing the fires of need to consume me, lost beneath His touch! Since i have become a real life submissive to my Sir.....the overwhelming emotion i have experienced and the intense gratification of being "His" Pet has been the third (my daughter and then my craft coming first and second) most beautiful experience i have been honord in this lifetime to experience. i owe so much to my Sir....who is in my heart of hearts my Master. i am blessed enough this lifestime to know love and acceptance and above all safety. i love You Sir. One final word: So! just who are the Op's of #Shadow_Wind's_Cave? Those deemed worthy enough in thier knowledge, those deemed worthy enough by character to tend to the cave are as follows....dont be shy, c'mon in and meet U/us....W/we are just one big happy kinky family! Channel Founder: Shadow_Wind (aka) dalilah Op's Canth{Wrth} Mirasha Vanatru LdyEclypse MrWd1 (***my wonderful Master***) wirenth[Cth] | |||||||||||||||||||
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