“Aethera”, by Arealius the Sailor of the Port Olni Caste of Scribes.
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Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs,
and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.
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“Aethera”,
by Arealius the Sailor of the Port Olni Caste of Scribes.
I sat cross-legged on the woven rug, surrounded by scrolls and quills, my mind consumed by the weight of decision. Before me lay the ledger, detailing the finances of our humble scribal household. My eyes wandered to the entry: "Gold Reserve: 500 double weight gold coins." A substantial sum, carefully saved for investments and opportunities.
As a scribe, I've spent years honing my skills, recording transactions, and chronicling the histories of Ar's great families. But of late, I've felt the stirrings of desire – not for wealth or power, but for companionship. A high kajira, trained in the art of pleasing and serving, would bring joy and elegance to my humble abode.
I thought of the Great Houses: Tamirus, Arinius, and Valtor. Their slave houses boasted the finest kajirae in Ar. Which one to choose? The ledger's columns blurred as my mind wandered.
A high kajira would cost at least 10 gold coins – or more. Could I justify such an expense? My household's needs were modest, but a kajira's presence would elevate my status. I envisioned the envy of fellow scribes, the admiration of clients, and the comfort of having a devoted companion.
But doubts crept in. Would a high kajira adapt to my simple lifestyle? Would she grow restless, longing for the opulence of her former life? Could I provide the attention and training she deserved?
I recalled the words of my friend, Ragnar, a merchant who owned a lovely kajira: "A high kajira is not just a purchase, but an investment in one's own happiness." His words echoed in my mind.
I rose from the rug, pacing the room. The decision weighed heavily upon me. I must consider the long-term benefits, not just the initial expense.
As I walked, my gaze fell upon a scroll – a poem by the great Gorean poet, Ahina:
"A kajira's smile can light the night,
Her touch ignites the passions' fire.
A treasure rare, a heart's delight,
Worth more than gold, or so I desire."
My heart swayed. Perhaps it was time to indulge in this luxury, to experience the joys of companionship and elegance. I returned to the ledger, quill in hand, and began to calculate the possibilities.
The decision was far from made, but my mind was set in motion. Soon, I would visit the Great Houses, seeking the perfect kajira to share my life and my gold.
I gathered my thoughts, donned my finest attire, and set out for the House of Tamirus, the largest and most renowned slave house in Ar. Located in the heart of the city, near the great gate of Ar, its imposing structure and ornate facade bespoke wealth and prestige.
As I approached the entrance, two imposing guards, clad in Tamirus livery, eyed me with a mix of curiosity and professionalism. I announced myself, and after a brief moment, was ushered into the grand foyer.
The interior was a marvel of elegance, with polished marble floors, intricately woven tapestries, and soaring ceilings. A dignified, imposing figure emerged from the shadows – Tamirus himself, the master of the house.
"Greetings, Scribe," Tamirus said, his voice like polished leather. "I understand you seek a high kajira. We have several exceptional girls available."
He led me through opulent corridors, adorned with frescoes depicting Gorean myths, to a spacious, well-lit chamber. The room was filled with kajirae, each more stunning than the last. Some sat on cushions, others stood, poised like statues.
"This is Elara, trained in the art of dance and music." He gestured to a raven-haired beauty, her eyes sparkling like stars. "Next, we have Lira, skilled in poetry and conversation."
A golden-haired kajira, with skin like alabaster, smiled demurely. "And, of course, there's Vella, an accomplished weaver and embroiderer." A petite, dark-haired girl, with fingers moving deftly over a loom, looked up, her eyes locking onto mine.
As I inspected each kajira, Tamirus provided details on their training, background, and temperament. I asked questions, observing their responses, mannerisms, and interactions.
Hours passed, and the choice remained daunting. Each kajira possessed unique charms, but I sought a connection, a spark that would ignite a lifelong bond.
Tamirus sensed my hesitation and invited me to the training rooms, where I witnessed the kajirae in various activities – dancing, singing, and engaging in mock conversations.
The visit concluded with a private audience with each kajira, allowing me to gauge our compatibility.
As I prepared to leave, Tamirus presented me with a final option. "We have one more kajira, recently arrived from the islands of Cos. Her name is Aethera. Untrained, but possessing raw talent and beauty."
Intrigued, I requested to meet Aethera.
Led to a secluded chamber, I found Aethera standing, her back to me, gazing out the window. Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
"Aethera," Tamirus called softly.
She turned, and our eyes met. In that instant, I knew.
I nodded, my decision was made. "Tamirus, I wish to purchase Aethera. What is your price for this exquisite Kajira?"
Tamirus smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Ah, Scribe, you have an excellent eye for quality. Aethera is a true masterpiece, bred and trained for the most discerning households."
Kleitos, the House slaver, stepped forward. "Aethera's pedigree is impeccable, sired by a high-caste father. Her training began at a young age, honing her skills in music, dance, poetry, and the art of conversation." Tamirus continued, "Aethera has served in several high-caste households, earning praise for her elegance, wit, and discretion. Her beauty, intelligence, and refinement make her an ideal companion for a man of your standing, Scribe."
I studied Aethera, noting the poise and confidence that radiated from her. Her eyes met mine, and I sensed a deep understanding, a connection that transcended mere master and slave.
"What is your price for this exceptional High Kajira?" I repeated.
Tamirus leaned forward, his voice low. "40 gold coins, Scribe. A fair price considering her exceptional breeding, training, and experience."
I nodded thoughtfully. The price was steep, but Aethera's quality and potential as a lifelong companion justified the investment. "I'll offer 38 gold coins," I countered.
Tamirus chuckled. "You drive a hard bargain, Scribe. Kleitos, what do you say?"
Kleitos rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I can go as low as 39 gold, considering the Scribe's reputation and loyalty to our House."
"A gift, Scribe. Aethera's collar, before you leave we will have it engraved with your name and her name. What will you call her?"
As I accepted the box, Aethera curtsied, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. “I will call her Aethera.”
"Thank you, Master," she said, her voice melodious. "I am honored to serve you."
With Tamirus's blessing and my name engraved on Aethera’s collar, I led Aethera out of the House of Tamirus, into the vibrant streets of Ar.
As Aethera entered my household, I observed the dynamics between my existing servants with great interest.
My steward, Tharius, a grizzled kajarus with decades of service, eyed Aethera warily. His loyalty to me was unwavering, and he had managed my household since my youth. Tharius's primary concern was maintaining order and efficiency.
Naida, my young tower kajira, was timid and reserved. She had been purchased as a child and trained in domestic duties. Naida's innocence and naivety made her vulnerable to Aethera's subtle manipulations.
Aethera, with her high-caste upbringing and courtesan training, quickly asserted her dominance. Her poise, intelligence, and refined mannerisms commanded respect.
"Tharius," Aethera said, her voice authoritative yet respectful, "I understand you have managed the household for many years. I wish to learn from you and ensure a seamless transition."
Tharius's expression softened, acknowledging Aethera's tact. "As you wish, Mistress. I will brief you on the household's routines and finances."
Naida, observing the exchange, looked uncertain. Aethera noticed and approached her.
"Naida, dear, I see you're skilled in domestic duties. I'll help with managing the household's social calendar and entertaining guests. Together, we'll create a harmonious balance."
Naida nodded, intimidated by Aethera's confidence. Aethera's gentle tone and reassuring smile put her at ease.
As I watched, Aethera seamlessly integrated into my household. Her charm and poise quickly won over Tharius, my stalwart steward. She approached him with deference, seeking his counsel on household matters. Tharius, initially wary, soon found himself sharing stories of his years in service, his gruff demeanor softening.
Aethera's attention then turned to Naida, my timid tower kajira. With gentle kindness, she guided Naida through the intricacies of etiquette and poise. Naida's eyes widened as Aethera demonstrated the art of pouring wine without spilling a drop. Aethera's patience and warm smile put Naida at ease.
As days passed, the household transformed. Laughter echoed through the corridors, and the atmosphere lightened. I smiled, observing the dynamics unfold.
Tharius, now Aethera's willing ally, would often mutter, "That High Kajira's got more wit than most free women." Naida, emboldened by Aethera's mentorship, began to experiment with new recipes, occasionally setting off minor kitchen explosions.
Aethera would rush to assist, her elegant gowns fluttering behind her. "Naida, dear, perhaps less enthusiasm and more measurement?" she'd suggest, giggling.
One evening, as we sat on the balcony, Aethera leaned against me, her head on my shoulder. Tharius and Naida bustled about, preparing dinner.
"Master," Aethera whispered, "I think Naida's making progress. Her sauce didn't curdle today."
I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her. "Aethera, you're a miracle worker."
Tharius, passing by, grumbled, "And a menace to my orderly household."
Aethera playfully tossed a cushion at him. "Tharius, you're just jealous of my culinary influence."
Naida, peeking from the kitchen, blushed. "Mistress Aethera, I think I've finally mastered the art of—"
A loud crash interrupted her. Aethera rushed to help, laughing. "Naida, perhaps not quite mastered, dear."
As we sat down to dinner, Aethera's eyes sparkled. "I think we make a lovely family, Master."
I smiled, feeling a deep connection to this High Kajira who had captivated my heart.
"Indeed, Aethera. We do."
Aethera was my escort to the grand celebration honoring the promotion of Scribe Thorold to Senior Scribe, overseeing the city's Merchant Caste subdivision. The opulent hall buzzed with esteemed guests, including high-ranking officials, merchants, and fellow scribes.
As we mingled, I noticed the distinct protocols governing the behavior of free women and High Kajirae. Free women, including scribes and companions, moved with confidence, engaging in intellectual discussions and laughter. They wore elegant, yet modest, garments, adorned with subtle jewelry.
In contrast, High Kajirae like Aethera exuded a different kind of confidence, born from their training and position. They moved with sensual grace, their beauty and charm on display. Their garments, though elegant, were designed to accentuate their allure.
Aethera's poise and refinement drew admiring glances from the male guests. She expertly navigated conversations, showcasing her knowledge of literature and music. Her laughter, melodious and controlled, sparked smiles from even the most stoic attendees.
As a Senior Scribe's companion, Lady Aurelia, approached us, Aethera's demeanor shifted subtly. She bowed her head, a gesture of respect, and stepped back, allowing Lady Aurelia to take precedence.
Lady Aurelia, a free woman, greeted me warmly. "Congratulations, Accountant. Your expertise has been invaluable to our caste."
Aethera's eyes met mine, and I nodded slightly. She understood the nuances of Gorean social hierarchy.
"Thank you, Lady Aurelia," I replied. "Your own contributions to the Merchant Caste are well-known."
Thorold's companion, a lovely free woman named Elara, joined our conversation. The two women discussed the latest literary works, while Aethera listened attentively, her expression thoughtful.
When Elara asked Aethera's opinion on a particular poem, Aethera responded with insight and wit. Elara smiled, impressed. "You have a keen mind, girl."
Aethera's smile acknowledged the compliment. "Thank you, Mistress. I've had the privilege of studying under esteemed tutors."
As the evening progressed, I observed the intricate dance of social protocols. Free women and high kajirae moved in harmony, each respecting the other's boundaries and roles. Aethera's presence, however, underscored the unique position of kajirae, even high ones, in Gorean society. While free women held power and influence, high kajirae wielded a different kind of authority – one rooted in beauty, charm, and the subtle art of manipulation.
As we departed, Thorold approached, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Accountant, your presence honors me. And Aethera... your beauty illuminates the evening."
Aethera bowed her head, her smile radiant. "Congratulations, Senior Scribe Thorold. May your tenure bring prosperity to our city."
In the cart ride home, Aethera leaned against me, her eyes sparkling. "Master, I think I navigated the evening successfully."
I wrapped my arm around her. "You shone, Aethera. Your wit and charm won many admirers."
Her laughter whispered against my ear. "And your pride, Master?"
I smiled, my voice low. "Immeasurable."
((Editor’s Note: High Slaves on Gor ))
Life as a High Slave of Gor
High kajirae are elite slave girls, prized for their exceptional beauty, intelligence, skills, experience, and training. They serve in prominent households, including those of high-ranking warriors, merchants, and Ubars.
Daily Life
A typical day for a high kajira may include:
Morning rituals: Bathing, grooming, and dressing in elegant attire.
Household duties: Managing domestic staff, overseeing daily routines, and ensuring the smooth operation of the household.
Personal attendance: Serving as personal attendants to their masters, dressing, and grooming them.
Entertainment: Singing, dancing, playing musical instruments, or reciting poetry for their masters and guests.
Social events: Accompanying their masters to festivals, ceremonies, and social gatherings.
Relationship with Masters
High kajirae develop complex relationships with their masters, characterized by:
Loyalty and devotion.
Submission and obedience.
Emotional connection and intimacy.
Privileges and Protections
High kajirae enjoy:
Luxurious accommodations and fine clothing.
Access to exclusive training and education.
Better treatment and care compared to lower-ranking kajirae.
Potential for manumission (freedom) or elevation to higher positions within the household.
Training and Selection
High kajirae undergo rigorous training in:
Slavic protocols and etiquette.
Cultural and intellectual pursuits (e.g., literature, music, dance).
Sensual and intimate skills.
Household management and administration.
They are often selected from prominent slave houses or chosen by their masters for their exceptional qualities.
Types of High Kajirae
High kajirae may serve in various capacities:
Pleasure slaves: Focus on providing sensual and intimate services.
Companion slaves: Provide emotional support and companionship.
Household administrators: Oversee daily household operations.
Notable Characteristics
High kajirae are known for:
Exceptional beauty and physical attractiveness.
Intelligence, wit, and cultural sophistication.
Loyalty and dedication to their masters.
Mastery of various skills, including music, dance, and poetry.
Gorean Philosophy
In the Gorean context, high kajirae embody the ideals of:
Submission and surrender.
Service and loyalty.
Beauty and elegance.
Keep in mind that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series with its own distinct culture, norms, and values, which may not align with modern societal standards.
To generate this story, I drew inspiration from various online sources related to the Gorean Saga, including:
The Gorean Cave ((link unavailable)) - A comprehensive resource for Gorean lore, culture, and lifestyle.
Gor Chronicles ((link unavailable)) - A fan-created website offering insights into Gorean society, customs, and relationships.
Gorean Scrolls ((link unavailable)) - A collection of essays, stories, and discussions exploring Gorean philosophy and culture.
John Norman's official website ((link unavailable)) - The author's site, providing information on the Gorean Saga, its history, and its world.
Wikipedia's Gorean Saga page ((link unavailable)) - A summary of the book series, its themes, and its impact.
Additionally, I utilized general knowledge of:
Ancient Mediterranean cultures (e.g., Greek, Roman) to inform Gorean societal structures and customs.
Historical and cultural contexts of slavery, servitude, and social hierarchies.
Literary and philosophical works exploring themes of power dynamics, relationships, and personal growth.
Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.
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