she could privately mail you a password, Sir

*blinks and shakes head with wide eyes*
Oh you are so behind *chuckles*

She wandered a bit, weaving in and out between the cushions - avoiding the heavy boots that stretched out just as she passed it seemed.

Perhaps the Men thought it a game to try to trip slaves.

They would not succeed this time.

GOR never worked for Me,
though sluts who have had kajira training
often make very good submissives.

Honestly this year doesn't have a ton yet. Anticipating the deadpool movie and what else this year?

Gathering a few botas - but only a few as they were heavy when full - she moved from the serving area and toward the gathering Commanders.

When a beefy hand reached to grab her, a low rumble bubbled from her throat - her eyes a steely gray this eve - piercing His gaze.

Slowly did His hand drop yet He warned her with His own dark eyes.

Hi hater

I understand completely but Gor is dead now

Yes.

But My experiences with free women of Gor have always started well but ended badly.

I am shamefully behind on movies. I still need to see Dune the first.

https://youtu.be/xEAEDKzjQTY?si=cUf87IdpW9TxjxM

walking with Him was always one of the highlights to a girls Daya but the jump and splash was better...she followed Him to the deep end...the water following her breassts to form an earthen dress...sort of...she knew He was watching...she ate that up..she didnt mind being on a smorgasbord for Him...she swam to His back and with the soap in the wash cloth began to clean the sweat and grime from His body...rubbing slowly in a massage...making sure He was RELAXED BEFORE SHE STARTED ON THE FRONT...IT WOUDL BE THEN THAT THINGS MIGHT COME TO ATTENTION...BUT FOR NOW SHE SHOWERED HIS EAR AND CHEEK WITH BUTTER FLY KISSES....(( sorry , not yelling))

Yes.

But My experiences with free women of Got have always started well but ended badly.

Sad

out

I wouldn't ask you to do that

Since you are not a member of SOI,
not without revealing a password in public.

Community Park
As she drew, she reflected on the letter from her father. His stern words still echoed in her mind. She knew he loved her and wanted what was best for her, but his rigid beliefs and expectations felt suffocating. The thought of returning home to face his disappointment and judgment was daunting.

Fables
Everything could be better.

That honestly looks super comfy. He kind of wants one. He'd probably hurt himself if he tried to use one, though.

That sounds brutal; though he'd wonder if she wants to be protected from your feelings. (He doesn't always follow his own advice, though.)

As he scans, he's also running it through the databases he has access to here. The more secure ones require more, but he's checking, expression gone thoughtful.

"I know Iridia, Nobunaga and Eir. Um, actually, all thanks to you, I think. I knew them in digispace, but under my alias. And with their aliases. Okay, I'll check in with them - pooling resources and ideas so we can cover more ground. Nanotech is connected enough to my own specialties that I've got a reasonable amount of knowledge."

That last suggestion has his eyes refocusing into the real world, onto you, frowning faintly. "That makes sense, based on the files, at least. I can definitely test it on other 'ware, see how it interacts. I don't know Haven's, um, her specific 'ware, obviously, but the others can give me a rundown of how it behaved with her 'ware." Yeah, he's going to need to go home for this.

He hesitates, "I know Haven is, um, very private. If this is targeted specifically to her 'ware, I may need scans of it. Probably Nobu, Eir or Iridia has them? But it might help me reverse engineer it. 'ware is my thing.

"It also might be possible to, um, to trace the nanotech back to the creators. If their work has shown up elsewhere - and I'm sure it has, because this is advanced stuff - there are places I can look to see if there are any, um, signifiers that are specific to a group or company. Are there any enemies that, um, that you're particularly thinking about, or more of a broad 'lots of enemies exist' thing?"

She cast a ferocious stink-eye toward the slave that had commented about her hair.

If she wasn't needed in the Ubar's gathering area to serve, she'd have caused that slave some pain this night.

She made a gesture pointing at the slave with 2 fingers - then back to one's own eyes.

The slave knew what that meant............

As the slave sauntered past, one considered sticking out her foot. ~ hissing ~