A Little About shayla

Who is this girl? She is 34, from the northwest part of the United States. A Yankee, to Texas thinking. In her Master's terms, she is a plain woman. While still very pretty, she is no great beauty. Her looks and actions are deceptive, inaccurately reflecting the beautiful woman and what is simmering under the surface. In a crowded or sparely populated room she'd not stand out in any way. She has a career in the medical field, and does well in her job. An ordinary woman, with an ordinary, not-at-all glamourous life.
Her legal name, the one used in her job and so forth, is unimportant. Her Master, after some time and consideration, named her shayla. Which, she believes, was a good choice on his part. A new, southern name,for a new, southern existence as his property.

You've noted by now shayla's use of 3rd person speech. Master allowed her choice of 1st or 3rd person in this blog, and she chose this method as it is how she speaks to him. There are those that would believethat 3rd person speech is to make the slave feel less than what she is, or degraded, she's even been told it's to make the girl seem ignorant or feel stupid.

Such simply isn't the case. Master has shayla speak in such a manner for a number of reasons. It's a continual reminder to both him and her of her statusin relation to him. It reminds her, and causes her, to be more respectful. And, as it takes thought to speak properly in 3rd person speech, it causes the girl to think about what she is saying more carefully, to take
more time with her words. Which prevents a number of
slips of the tongue which could be displeasing or insolent.

When she was 18 she came across the Gor series with her first book, 'Magicians of Gor'. She'd never heard of the lifestyle, the series, simply came across the book and it caught her eye. She was stunned at what she found inside, could not put it down. Read and re-read it any number of times. It woke things in her
that she'd felt before. Things, feelings, instincts that she'd barely realized were there. She didn't understand what the feelings were, only that she couldn't deny them, nor could she silence them once awakened. She had nobody to talk to about this, could not imagine that a normal, healthy-minded person could have such feelings and desire to be owned. So she
kept silent about them, even as she slowly found and gathered the books, until she had the whole set. Kept them as secret, treasured possessions not to be shared with anyone, even as she did not share the feelings they stirred in her. Until what continued to grow in her frightened her to the point one day she threw out the whole series. She can still remember trembling as she walked away from the dumpster; somehow hoping that these strange, alien feelings in her, this desire to
serve and be owned, would go the way of the books.

They never did.

When she was on the internet one night about two years
ago, she, out of whimsy, did a search on Gor, John Norman. And was astounded at what she found. Personal web-sites, role-play chat rooms, discussion boards, pictures and drawings. She was surprised that so many other people read and appreciated the books. And was even more stunned to find that a number of people lived the lifestyle she does now. She spent as much time as she could reading sites, learning about this "Gorean lifestyle" It was fortunate that, even
as ignorant of it as she was, she was familiar with the books. There are as many sites that twist the values and ethics put forth in the books as there are to accurately reflect and live them realistically.

All the old feelings that she'd managed to suppress, and somehow almost forgotten, came back to her in an undeniable rush.

So she read sites, joined discussion boards, lurked, learned, made Gorean friends all over the world, both Free and slave, and re-read the series, though she has yet to fully replace the collection she disposed of.

Until one night while she was at her computer someone
im'd her on her messenger, sheer whim. He just happened to be a member of a board she was on, and noted her name among others who were on-line that night. A random selection on his part, which led to her eventual enslavement to him. Where she's never been happier.

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