Bondage Blog

Here’s a spoof (I think and devoutly hope) of the homepage for a Gorean chatroom, complete with its own set of silly kajira dances:

Sorority Party Dance

The slave lies underneath a big paga keg with her mouth open. Then she stand up and rip off her flimsy camisk xposing her vulnerable feminineness for all to see. She howls to the three moons which are really one moon but she’s been drinking so much that it looks like three: I’m soooooooooooooooo drunk! Then she falls over.

Wedgie Dance

The slave begins this dance as if she were walking kinda sadly through a magic forst near Cos, the slave girl mysteriously hides behind a tree and tugs at her camisk, then resumes her walk. Suddenly a Master blocks her path; she does not know what to do. He gestures that she face Him and His mighty tool. She, aroused by a waffle iron that large, wiggles first one way, then the other; He will not be denied. He demands her honesty. Thereby she thusly reaches around to her womanly bottom and retrieves her camisk from riding up so damn often. His derisive laughter folows her through the forest hauntingly.

Crab Dance

A slave girl stands, wrapped in the paper camisk given to her by a Physician, waiting for Him to arrive as He is already forty ehn late for her sheep dip. Languidly, surreptitish- surrepticsh- surrep- oh, never mind, kinda secretly she lets her hand creep down to her crotch for a good swipe. Ashamed and aroused by her obvious itchiness, she sinks to the floor and wriggles seductively, hoping vainly for relief in the form of cortisone cream.

Like the man says, “No gamers!”