Tarn Terrace: A City Of Gor

He is owner and I am owned

He is to be pleased and I am to please

Why is this?

Because He is Master and I am slave.

~ Explorers of Gor, p. 184 ~

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~*The Kajira Prayer*~

Allow this humble girl the strength to answer questions she cannot fathom.

Allow this girl the spirit to know His needs.

Allow this girl the serenity to serve Him in peace.

Allow this girl the love to show Him myself.

Allow this girl the tenderness to comfort Him.

Allow this girl the light to show us the way.

Allow this girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him.

Let this girl be able to show Him each day her love of her service to Him.

Let this girl open herself up to completely belong to Him.

Let this girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman.

Let this girl learn to please Him, beyond herself.

Grant this girl the power to give herself to Him completely.

Give this girl the strength to please us both.

Permit this girl to love herself, in loving Him.

For it is this humble girls greatest wish, this one's highest power, to make His life.

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I give to you ~my body~my mind~and my soul,

I love you, my Master, and cherish

every part you take from me,

for I give it to you gladly,

willingly...

Master, I give you my body,

I give you my body to love~to take~

to tease and to use~to teach and to punish~to watch and to touch

Master I give you my body, yours to keep as your own,

treasure it, shape it~

make it the perfect body...for you...

Master, I give you my Mind

I give you my mind, so that you may

help me to learn and to grow

I give you my mind Master, it is yours to tease and to coax...

to listen to and to fill ~ to claim and to use

I give you my mind Master, to fill with your thoughts and your dreams

your hopes and your fears

Master, I give you my mind, it is yours to keep as your own,

treasure it, shape it

make it the perfect one...for you...

Master I give to you my soul, my very existence

for without you I am nothing,

Without you Master, I cannot submit myself, therefore,

my soul should be lost...

Master, I give you my soul for you to keep as your own,

treasure it~shape it~

make it the perfect one...for you...

My Master, I give you me

I could not give another gift to you that could

show you my feelings

I submit myself to you Master, so fully...so completely...

and so here, begins my submission