IRC Nick: thalia
Age: 39
DOB: 02/19/1969 (gotta love that year)
From: Richmond, Virginia
Master Seymore's sweet, sassy, succulent, kajira
Owned property but fun to banter with all the same,
Have been told am the perfect trophy for any case.
Betty Crocker and Betty Page have nothing on this one.
Can be very charming in public and very naughty in private.
So tune in, turn it up, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Music requests are always taken.
Don't be shy!!!
Master will tell Y/ya girl isn't
LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING Y/ya
DJ thalia on KrimsonRadio.com
The major difference in me, perhaps, however, was not behavioral, social or cultural, but biological. The cultural arrangements, as such arrangements should or may, liberated rather suppressed, constricted or thwarted my inner nature. my inner nature, thus, was permitted to open its petals to the rain and sunlight of a clean, honest, glorious world. i was becoming true to myself. i think that is it. In becoming true to myself, too, i was becoming happy. And, as Eta once told me, it is hard for a woman to be happy and not to be beautiful."
Slavegirl of Gor…11:134-5
"No woman, it is said, knows truly what she is until she has worn the collar." Page 155 - Raiders of Gor
"Though i am slave," she said, "yet for the first time in my life, i am free." Page 303 - Nomads of Gor
"It is said that a woman who has experienced slave orgasm can never thereafter be anything but a man's slave. She then knows what men can do to her, and what she herself is, a woman. Never thereafter can she be anything else."
Page 13 - Explorers of Gor
"How beautiful i must look to him, i thought. i had sensed his incredible maleness, the animal maleness of him, so different from the thwarted, crippled sexuality so commended and tragically endemic among the males of Earth. For the first time in my life i felt i understood what might be the meaning of the expression "male," and as i lay before him, too, dimly, it frightening me, what might be the meaning of the expression "female." How beautiful,i thought i must look to him, lying bound, totally vulnerable, helpless at his feet. How such a sight must stir the splendor of his manhood, to see the female, his, caught, helpless at his feet, his to do with in lust and pleasure, and joy, as he pleased, helpless to escape him, free for him to work his will upon her!"
Page 27 - Slave Girl of Gor
i could have wished, i suppose, for lesser men, but i did not really want lesser men. i wanted the mightiest men, the most powerful men, the most glorious men, the most ferocious, grandest men. i did not want men who were like me, i wanted men who were like men, men in whose arms, ravished, loving, crying out, overwhelmed, mastered, i could be myself, and find myself. i wanted such men, and knew in my heart that i belonged to them. i wanted a man who was greater than i, and incomparably so, one whom i must, in the order of nature obey, one to whom i must look up. and i did not care if it was from my knees, black with dust, a collar on my neck, naked, that I looked up to his glory."
Page 91 - Dancer of Gor
"i knew then that he was dominant over me. This had nothing to do with the fact that i lay stripped before him, wrists and ankles lashed, his prisoner. It had to do with the fact that he was totally masculine, and in the presence of such a stimulus, my body would permit me to be only totally feminine."
Page 264 - Captive of Gor