My Life On Gor

It’s going to be a long day

April 22, 2010 at 5:09 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The scrolls had gone out the day I arrived sending for JuJu and Kyss. Both former slaves, now Free Women. I needed them. I need help to figure out my new place in this world. I knew who I was on Earth. I knew who I was as a slave. I didn’t know how to find myself as a Free Woman. My uncle always called me highly adaptable, but this time I wasn’t so sure.

To keep my mind of things I begin to plan the remodel of the candy shop. I’d been in enough of them when I was a child. Every summer we’d go to Wisconsin Dells and the streets were covered with shops, many of them selling sweets. The smell of the butter as it’s mixes with the brown sugar to make caramel corn, watching the taffy pullers stretching the sweet goodness by hand, the brightly colored lollypops and swirled peppermint sticks. When you enter into one of the stores it is a child’s heaven. The brightly colored wallpaper, the canisters lining the walls, the open bins of jelly beans and assortments of hard candies.

As I make my way down to the shop to look for wallpaper and paint I hear someone call out my name, turning around shocked it was Twist. Her Master is in town on business when she saw me walking across the square. Oh how I wanted to hug my friend, but she wouldn’t allow it as it’s not proper for a slave to hug a Free Women. Instead she walked with me as I told her how I became a free. In typical Twist fashion, she volunteers to help me with the shop, brightening it up, making it a more cheerful place to be.

After gathering our supplies we spend the next half of the day chatting away, working in the shop. Already with the wallpaper up, the woodwork painted white, and the entry way painted to look like a candy cane the place was coming along.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I notice the paint on my hands and gowns. I turned to Twist laughing “Look at the mess we’ve made,” smiling for the first time in days, looking to see who was in ear shot, lowered my voice “I’ve missed you my friend. I can’t tell you how much this has meant to me.”

“It’s my job,” pausing Twist adds “Mistress”

“Bah, you will call me Beth when your Master isn’t around, and don’t be surprised when I order you to stand,” sighing heavily “I just can’t imagine you kneeling and serving me. It just doesn’t feel right.”

As we finish up, the sun ascending to rest for the night, Twist’s Master arrives to collect her and begin their journey home. Watching my friend leave, my heart heavy again, wrapping my arms about my body, I stroll out the shop and over to the bakery. Cybele is in there working away, making the cannolli’s I’d taught her to make when I was a slave helping out.

“Tal Lady Beth,” states Cybele, “And how did the day find you.”

“Well Mis…” pausing “Cybele and you?” I reply.

As we chat away, kitten returns from her errand. I’d sent her out to fetch me some special supplies for making the candies I had in mind. It seems as though she’s also a she-urt attractor as a group of them ascends upon the bakery and candy shop.

Knowing full well that theft runs ramped in Port Kar, I make a deal with the gang of she-urts. I will provide them with candy at the end of everyday before fresh treats are made, if they promise not to steal. With the deal struck, kitten and I head out into the city to hand out samples of the fudge we’d made.

So far I was lucky that none of the Free, with the exception of Cybele and Dark, had realized who I was; a former slave, a nothing released by her Master. As we hand out treats, I see a familiar form on the docks. With tears brimming in my eyes I break out in a run, wrapping my arms around the smelly she-urt JuJu. She was a slave with me when I first came to Gor, having been released herself; Master would loan me out to her on occasion when we would be in the same city.

“I have this scroll and I honestly thought it was gossip,” exclaims Ju.

Shaking my head back and forth, “No Ju, it’s true.”

As we walk along the city I recant to her what had happened and how I came to have kitten as my slave. Taking her into the shop, offering her some sweets I hire her to paint pictures to brighten the walls. At least this way I can keep her around me for a while. I think I will have to find her more work.

After Ju left to get supplies and settle in, kitten and I tidy up. Hungry and thirsty we make the small trek next door to the bakery. As we enter my heart began to race. Sitting at one of the tables was Byron, the Port Kar blacksmith. With a lump in my throat I greet him and go to sit at a table in the corner on the other side of the room. Kitten, still having some fudge on her offers him a sample. She’s going to be good at this I think.

“Tal Master, would you like to try a sample of fudge that my Mistress made earlier today?” asked kitten.

With a slow smile, his eyes on me, he lifts up a piece of the fudge, cants his chin and before popping the treat into his mouth replies “Funny, I’d have thought these would have been “BLUE” berries.”

My eyes darting from him to the floor, skin going completely pale, clenching my jaw tight, order kitten to bring me some tea. Taking a few sips, the apprentice baker reminds me it will be two bits. As I reach into the pouch tucked inside my skirt I see Byron striding over to her, throwing the coin down.

“Consider it a welcome “home” gift” he states. Walking over to me now, his foot tapping the side of kitten’s knee “You might wanna consider getting her some knee pads.”

With my voice wavering, tears begin to burn down the swells of me cheek. Standing, I left the hem of my skirt and run out of the bakery to the docks, unable to breath. There was a time running used to bring me such peace, but now it’s a reminder of my Master, a reminder that I’m no longer his.

Holding onto one of the pier posts, my arms wrapping tightly around it, cheek resting against the woods as I continue to sob, I feel a hand on my shoulder as a comforting voice speaks, “It’ll be alright Mistress, you’ll see, it’ll be all right.” Clipping a leash onto kitten’s collar, we slowly walk back to the small apartment above the candy shop to sleep, to dream of my Master’s return.