Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *hangs up the phone, drawing my notes from the briefcase, studying them one last time with tracking eyes of pale blue grey... reading through... and nodding to myself... feeling rather prepared... noticing the greetings, the waves, the subtle little tugs at my attention*

~andrea gail~
says to tyme: sugar lips!!!!!!!!!....~makes sucky kissy noises~....*w*

~andrea gail~
says to mia: hiya gorgeous...*hugs*....*S*

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~curls up, tucking her pillow tightly under her head as You get prepped to start~

mia
says to everyone: -settles into a seat near the front... tuckng her lean legs underneath her heart shaped bottom... plling out a pen and a sribbler with "mia" writen on it in big sparkly letters... folding it open to a blank page, the gil settles her eyes ahead to the board and the Professor and prepares herself mentally for class with a faint smile on the edges of cherry lips-

~andrea gail~
slips over, curling up on the overstuffed pillow by ~lolli~ and says: shhhhhhhhh....lol

toy (f)
says to everyone: good evening... - s -

SaMhein
says to andrea gail: blows you a kiss of greetings

Hobbes
says to toy (f): Shhh...~s~..c'mere...

tyme
says to everyone: waves hello to Sir Hobbes and toy..... remaining quiet for class *w*

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: shhhhhhhhhhh? *creases my brow and whispers* already? What did I do? *L*

~lolli~
says to Hobbes: Hello *S*

Hobbes
says to ~lolli~: ..~nods and smiles~...

~andrea gail~
says to SaMhein: Good evening M'Lady...*S*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *looks up to the assembled group with a warm, welcoming smile... straightening my notes as I move to sit on a three-legged wooden stool beside an overhead projector... laying down a fresh piece of clear plastic, the other hand draws out an appropriate pen... looking up to the group and speaking in a cool, authoritative tone...* Good evening, A/all, and welcome...

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~shrugs~...i'll think of something...lol

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *writing the heading on the top of the clear slate... where its projected image appears on the screen behind me...*

Naughty 101: The Home of Good Chat
This course is offered as something of a reward to those who have suffered through lessons 1 and 2. By the end of tonight's session, you should have all the tools you need to make jaws drop when you walk into the room, though mastering their use will take time and practice. Feel free to PM with any questions that come to mind, I'll answer in kind, then repost them where appropriate in the open. Being that the online world lacks anything more than loosely-agreed-upon conventions for its etiquette guidelines, the opinions offered by this course are entirely my own, based on my personal experience in chat, BDSM, and the world in general. More experienced participants have the potential to serve as additional help, to broaden everyone's mutual understanding with additional perspectives, so please, if you have something to contribute, PM it to me and I'll work it in where I can.

toy (f)
says to Hobbes: moves quickly to you.... slips onto your lap.... turns head to plant a soft kiss on your cheek... happy to be here with you...

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *nudges ya with my elbow*

mia
says to ~lolli~: -whispers- sorry... this one really thought He would continue to use the blackboard.. was not prepared for a projector and its eraser type impliments of torture -gives you a sympathetic smile-

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: I do have a few ideas where extra credit are concerned, as well as the possibility of homework assignments to be handed out at the end of class... Granted, they will be completely optional, but for those of you who are more serious about making a difference in the way you chat, they will be available.

~lolli~
says to mia: *smiles but remains quiet not wanting anything tosses at my head yet, then winks*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *continues, marking the sub-heading for this lesson below the main title*
Lesson 3 - Furnishings -
The Advanced Techniques to Create Your World

At this point, you should be really sick of the house metaphor, but rest assured, this is the second-to-last instance of its use. You should also be more than comfortable with scening and serving in open post, because your skills should rank you among the "good" scripters. In fact, you might've found yourself bored in lessons one and two. This class is for you, going into the finer points of v/t submission, wherein we separate "the best" from "the rest." We'll hone the ideas down to a few simple concepts, particularly including advanced composition, use of figurative language, and the things that really set S/someone apart, where I'll highlight those traits in examples submitted by some of the best in chat.

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: sounds like a great class Professor, can't wait *s*

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~chuckles at the homework and knows i'll be doing it~

mia
says to everyone: -doodles in her scribbler the word homework and puts a little question mark and a star beside it-

~andrea gail~
says to tyme: smoooooch....smooooooch.....lol

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *nods to tyme, smiles at casia, clears the slate and marks the first subject down...*

- Advanced Composition -
Pretend you're back in a college-level English course and write like it. Dust off your keyboard, crack your knuckles, and let your creativity shine!

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: While there are entire courses dedicated to creative writing, we're focusing here on first- or third-person narrative exposition. It's a relatively narrow field, so the entire semester can be boiled down into three basic precepts.

Precept 1: The Flow of an Action
- When an action can be contained within a single post, engender a kind of smooth progression, starting simple, building, sustaining, growing to a climax, ebbing back down, and ending on a simpler note. You should strive to make your posts stand each on its own merit, while still drawing cohesively from one to the next. Think of the chatroom as serialized literature, where someone could come in at any point. Obviously, while this is not as much a factor in scenes taking place in PM, the perpetual, mind-numbing threat of the boot and the consciousness-clouding effects of sex hormones make an extra layer of clarity and continuity more than appropriate.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: That might seem a bit obtuse, so here's an example of a post executed in that fashion... *enters the room, passing through mahogany double-doors with a casual shrug and a smile, pale eyes glimmer, persevering against the inky adversity of the room's quiet dark* Evening, A/all, hope to have found E/everyone well tonight... *making my way across the room with broad, determined strides, but moving at an easy, relaxed pace, my destination in focus- the overstuffed suede luxury of my couch, waiting in its place... turning on a heel, I ease back into the patient embrace of the seat, resting for a moment before smiling again to those gathered...*

mia
says to everyone: -sits and scribbles down some notes quietly, removing an errant red curl from obstructing her view of the projector screen-

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~swoons at that post and takes a few notes~

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Notice how it starts simply, with a three word entrance- "enters the room," then works in a few more details about the surroundings and the actions to get the ball rolling and capture the interest of those paying attention. Once it has your attention, then it lays on another few layers... slowly backing off, ebbing down, and ending with another simple phrase, "those gathered."

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Some would say that you need to grab your audience right away, but I disagree. Experience has shown me that you want to reward those with the patience to read through to the end, not just skimming for the dirty bits.

tyme
says to everyone: *mumbles to myself of course..... i really need to get out more if Ones are entering like that *g*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: - When something requires more than one post, taper the end of the first post slightly to lead into the second. Leave your audience hanging, waiting for the rest of what happens, and intro the second post to pick up directly where the first left off, with only an absolute minimum of repetition. Be sure to insert the break between posts at a logical point (a pause for breath, a high point, a low point).

~casia~
says to tyme: ~sighs softly as would love to see M/more enter like that~

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *nudges and whispers* dirty bits are good *grins*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~hip bumps you~...that's what i was thinkin...in pm too..lol

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *enters like that all the frickin' time, thanks for noticing*

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~has taken note of each of Your entrances and believes has commented too, tosses chalk at You~

mia
says to ~casia~: -slides you a chalk duster whispering- lolli says they are far more effective

~lolli~
says to mia: *quickly raises a pillow over my head*

~casia~
says to mia: ~giggles and slides it under my pillow for later use~

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: The main idea of keeping a certain flow is making your posts more interesting and cohesive together. Working with someone else, especially in a scene, when the two merge well and flow together, it's truly a beautiful thing. The most recent example of this I can cite has been the lovely Lady Holiday and Her companion, whose posts compliment each other so well that one would almost suspect they were being written by the same person.

SaMhein
says to Osanogokoro: smiles and looks up from listening ..nods and thinks its only because we know each other so well they we flow so good..our styles are diffrent ..but practice and time gives us a good balance..nods blonde head your direction in silent thanks

Osanogokoro
says to ~casia~: *winks*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~blinks~..lol

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Moving on...

Precept 2: Feeling the Rhythm
- In a psychological experiment, two groups challenged with remembering identical pieces of literature set in poetry or prose, ninety percent of the poetry group recalled the entire passage, where only half of the prose group could make that claim. Adding a subtle rhythm with your diction can make the difference between an amazing scene and one that the entire room stops chatting to watch. Alliteration, careful punctuation, and very precise word choice can create a lifebeat that draws your scene into a living, breathing organism that practically writes itself. Don't be afraid of the occasional rhyme.

mia
says to Osanogokoro: -chews on her pen top.. and then quietly raises her hand deciding it best to ask her question in public- "a question, Sir?"

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: No example here... Rhythmic posts speak for themselves, especially because a good one usually goes completely unnoticed. Rhythm is most often only present when spoken aloud... *turning my head to the upraised hand* Yes, mia?

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *leans close and whispers* rhythm is good too *giggles*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: yeah but i do not agree with the alliteration...*nods*

mia
says to Osanogokoro: this one hates to interrupt the flow of Your lecture, but, as a girl that spent many years in Gor.. she is seeing a lot of resemblance to what You are lecturing and what she learned in Gorean serving 101... she was always under the impression that serves like that are left to the kajirae of Gor and the D/s world was not meant to be like that of Gor.. is there a fine line? or is there no difference at all?

Osanogokoro
says to mia: That's a very good question, mia, thank you for asking it

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: rhythm....~goes glassy eyed~....*w*

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *bounces on the pillow a bit*

~lolli~
says to mia: Excellent question *S*

mia
says to Osanogokoro: thank You Sir... was just curious as a lot of it takes her back to her Gorean training is all -her blue eyes lowered as she returns her atention back to her notebook, embarassed some by perhaps the stupidity in her own musings-

SaMhein
says to andrea gail: shares my chair and snuggles and listens with you

~andrea gail~
says to mia: there is no such thing as a stupid question...unless lolli asks it...*nods lots and hides*...*w*

phaedra
says to mia: *wiggles over n nudges you* twas not a stupid question dolly

~casia~
says to mia: ~leans to kiss your cheek softly thinking was not a stupid question and has felt the same but has taken the attitude of screw what O/others think~

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *smacks ya* *L*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: lmao

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: From where I sit, and this is my personal opinion, Gorean elements overlap vastly into the elements of what a "good v/t serve" is. Almost everything I've stressed in these three lessons, and, indeed, just about everything I would teach at all on how to better post come from my own experiences, which draw heavily from Gor and various r/p rooms... While the difference between submissive and slave is either enormous or a very fine line, depending on the Dom/me, the things a Gorean kajira learns apply almost universally as far as skills go.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: I call it a fine line, if only just because in D/s rooms, we strive more for realism, or at least a realistic fantasy. Getting your head too far into Gor... well, it scares some P/people, to be perfectly frank. Freudian slips of calling a Master an Ubar can also be a little embarrassing

tyme
says to everyone: *nods* taking notes

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: the only difference i see between kajira serves and missives serves are that most missives aren't giving the vigorous training a kajira is given, Sir......they are left to stumble through it on their own......~smiles~....until now

~lolli~
says to ~casia~: I'm sorry, I have to disagree. Many many years ago online BDSM trained just as much as they do in Gor, they just dealt with "real" foods, drinks, props so to say than rp'd based on a fantasy series of books.

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~laffs cuz she has done that~

mia
says to ~casia~: -her cheeks the colour of cimson as she whispers- aye.. this one has done that too... was not pretty

Osanogokoro
says to ~casia~: *nodding in agreement* Aye, there is that as well... but... *steps up on my soapbox for a moment... or at least, on a slightly taller one* Any decent Dom/me will give a girl He or She collars at least perfunctory training in His or Her expectations, at the very least, if not striving to develop the one in the collar to newer levels. Lacking that committment to the submissive, from where I sit, renders a collar moot. *gets off the taller soapbox, returning to the Professor soapbox*

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~freaking applauds in support of THAT statement~

phaedra
says to Osanogokoro: *nods softly at the last comment and curls up tight*

mia
says to Osanogokoro: -raises her hand, feeling a bit bonde and not at all redhead- "another question if You please, Sir?

Osanogokoro
says to mia: Go ahead, please, mia, ask away.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *wondering quietly as to how unpopular with the Dom/mes that comment will make me* imagine that, a Dom/me actually having to put in an effort...

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: I can agree with you on that, confection... it's just in recent years... the trend of training has gone by the wayside.

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~nods~....you go girl!...lol

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to ~lolli~: chuckles as I actually went to missive school in webmaze I believe it was ...

mia
says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: one believes she attended that one as well -smiles softly.. or one quite similiar on Webmaze-

~lolli~
says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: There was one there *smiles* And it was good.

SaMhein
says to everyone: thinks to myself one of the things i have noted that discourages creativity be it gor or bdsm themed rooms is ...being unappricated ..and here's the main difference...in gor..you have no choice but to reward grunters with all your efforts..not much way to refuse to rp with someone who says..grunt mutter blah..but in the least in bdsm..you're not required to give your all to someone who can but won't string 3 words together for all your efforts ...

~andrea gail~
says to SaMhein: very good point M'Lady

mia
says to Osanogokoro: -points to casia's post a few above- this one would definitely pour it on a la kajira mode if she thought it acceptable to A.anyone else besides her Master.. and despite a few Dom/mes she has encountered, most do not seem impressed by the efforts of putting on a serve like that in the D/s world.. she does so as that is what is expected of her... but sometimes wonders if she is odd for doing so... so.. she supposes her long rambling question is is it okay to pour on the kajira stuff in D/s?

~casia~
says to ~lolli~: ~nods~......and you are right, years ago there was training in BDSM rooms.......but most BDSM rooms, no missives serve.....rare to see a public scene........but years ago, i did get a bit of training as a missive in rooms

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: Much of the trend for BDSM rooms has gone by the wayside and become kink chat rooms to show off avis *snickers a little* in my opinion of course *S*

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *smacks ya again* *L*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~moans...turns the other cheek~....*w*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *nodding to mia's question* Yes... For the record, for the sake of all things holy and made of cheese... and everything else...
When you want to give your best, never, EVER settle for anything less than your best! And never let A/anyone tell you otherwise. Period. If people can't handle your scripting... it's time to find a better room.

phaedra
says to SaMhein: *nodsnodsnods* complete agree Miss...twas one of the things that drove me from Gor...being required to write novelesque posts to be answer with....hand wraps in girls hair and yanks her close....*gets quiet again, bitin at my lip for my outburst*

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: I can't argue that... but that's a whole other lecture/rant

~lolli~
says to ~casia~: Years ago the BDSM rooms did have serves, open scenes, open training, dancing, etc. It was not at all like it is now.

mia
says to phaedra: -nods nods- yes.. wasn't that annoying? -sighs-

~casia~
says to everyone: ~quiets and listens to all the opinions~

phaedra
says to mia: *whispers* i think...this room is verra different in that regard dolly....tis more acceptable...and almost expected, not in a pressurey bad way....here than any other D/s room i have frequented

mia
says to SaMhein: Ma'am, You interact with the servee as much as the servee interacts with You.. was such a blessing serving You earlier this day -grins- thank You for that

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *nodding to all the good points being tossed around...*

~casia~
says to ~lolli~: ~smiles softly and nods~....yes, i remember those years too.....~chuckles~......and i miss it

Osanogokoro
says to ~casia~: Well, I'm making my effort to bring them back.

phaedra
says to ~lolli~: which is verra unfortunate for those of us who are newer here...and looking for more than av showoff time *winks*

mia
says to phaedra: -points to Old World Ways up top- it is expected there... at all times -nods lots-

Osanogokoro
says to mia: Did I answer your questions well enough, sweet girl?

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: i'm trying on the smaller level, Sir.....~soft smile~......i just haven't taken up the courage to go further with it

toy (f)
says to ~lolli~: agrees with you about what went on in the BDSM rooms... way back when

mia
says to Osanogokoro: yes You did Professor.. sorry for distracting from the flow of an otherwise wonderful and captivating lecture.. she feels more confident now in posting the way she wants to post -smiles warmly-

SaMhein
says to mia: just ask lovely abby here..in gor.. i often interact..tickle while the girl serves...make her go blindfoldered..change my position..a number of things...so that its not rote and line ..so it adds excitement..some like it ..other do not ..i try to judge by their reponse...everyone's different

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: *smiles* raising my hand .....with a point

Osanogokoro
says to tyme: Go ahead, lovely

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: might it also be Professor that in reality, there are more public BDSM groups, clubs, gatherings, compared to gor i mean, for some BDSM is their reality, not just a chatroom persona and life, in RT our BDSM scenes.... unlike the dances in Gor..... are not always so flowery .... they are real and messy many times. Trying to type that the drool is flowing from around the ball gag is not so .... pretty nor appreciated in a chatroom

Osanogokoro
says to tyme: *nodding* A good point, tyme... That's where the delicate balance of detail... as well as the shroud of fantasy... comes in. *winks*

phaedra
says to mia: *giggles soft* i best not go there then...since i am the worst at all of this....*nodsnods*...would be a disgrace i am afraid

mia
says to tyme: -grins thinking about "drool flowing from a ball gag" and tries to rewite in the way a kajira would say it in her notebook-

~angel~
says to andrea gail: slides in and curls around you...reading and catchin up

SaMhein
says to Osanogokoro: i have a question....one that i have been thinking about since soming to this room ...sits back and waits quietly as i know you're busy

Osanogokoro
says to SaMhein: Feel free to PM, lovely Lady Holiday... I'm going to move on

phaedra
says to mia: *hushes*

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: my scene typing likely sucks as i like RT scenes and i don't like typing *L*

~lolli~
says to tyme: In my opinion if it gets the message across and holds the reader and only the readers interest, then you can't ask for more *S*

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~listens~

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Alright... moving on... *marks down the last precept on the sheet...*

Precept 3: Know your Audience
- It's always a good idea to know who you're serving, but it's an even better idea to factor that information into your serve. If you know that members of your audience have a serious weakness for a flash of cleavage or the roll of rounded hips, incorporate it! If your selected audience prefers a rougher, cruder form of a lapdance, grind away, be as dirty as your creativity will allow. Show off as much as you can of your custom-tailoring skills and no scene will ever repeat itself. Play to each individual temptation, teasing and tormenting as best you can. Keep in mind, however, that some men will interpret a well-crafted serve as a sign of sexual interest or availability. If this is not your intention, work it into your serve somewhere, don't tease for no good reason (unless someone really deserves it, then be the biggest pricktease ever). This also includes Master-specific instructions, which should go without my endorsement.

Just for the sake of polling official interest, who all would be interested in a specific School for Submissives as the next series of classes, offering the skills and training to better serve a Dom/me? I'm envisioning something a bit grander than just me teaching, but rather some of you, with your experience, joining a larger faculty of trainers, for the betterment of the room as a whole. Hit me in PM about it, it's under consideration, but I haven't even put it officially to tyme and the powers that be yet.

~andrea gail~
says to ~angel~: k....not supposed to...lol

~andrea gail~
says to ~angel~: ~snuggles between you and lolli~

mia
says to tyme: -whispers- one could type... "her heart pounded in her chest as He secured the gag in her mouth.. atempting her harddest at not salivating upon it, she failed to do so as He leaned in to her face and whispered naughy things into her ears"

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: I find it almost amusing, at this point, that I've pre-scripted points that seem to directly relate to the discussions I didn't anticipate cropping up... *pondering*

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to mia: the sphere filling her mouth completely, silvery droplets of moisture clinging to her full lips and elegant chin ... winks

mia
says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: exatly -grins- am a bit rusty, but t is possible to be elegant with a ball gag in ones mouth

~lolli~
says to everyone: *bites my tongue and winces*

Osanogokoro
says to mia: *feeling Her eyes on him, he swallowed, trembling to himself from his kneel... the gag, so roughly strapped into his mouth, hurt him, stretching his lips and grinding against his teeth... he could feel his body rejecting it, trying to shield him from it, knowing that rejection took an unignorable form that would draw ire from Her... he swallowed, fighting back, warring against the tears that threatened to flow just as he strived, lashing out at his mouth in rebellion to the unstoppable rush of moisture... surely if he could control the rest of his form, he could control that....*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ouch!...whyyyy?...HB will be so upset..lol

~angel~
says to everyone: ok.....seriously...droolin with a ballgag is NOT and I repeat...NOT sexy..-l- no matter what pretty words you use...its drool

mia
says to Osanogokoro: -claps-

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: I still have teeth and lips *L*

~andrea gail~
says to ~angel~: tyme agrees with you on the drool thing...lol

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to ~angel~: i don't know .... points at Sir's post ... I am thinking he just made it sexy

~angel~
says to andrea gail: granted...I detest ballgags...-laughs-...but thats my opinion....

~andrea gail~
says to ~angel~: i'm with you....still slobber...lol.....shhhhhh

~angel~
says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: I guess part of it is like tyme mentioned when I first came in.....rt...I do not find it sexy...never elegant...I hate them....-mutters a quick thank you to the gods I rarely have them used on me

tyme
says to ~angel~: thank you! ^5s that!.... about ballgags *w*

~angel~
says to tyme: -l-..most welcome

mia
says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: -agrees- this one thinks the Professor also made it quite sexy -smiles soft- am going to have to channel this one's inner kajira -grns-

phaedra
says to ~angel~: *grins* i canna have them used on me....my lil mouth is too tiny....

Osanogokoro
says to mia: Thanks, lovely... though from where I sit, the lovely abigail's was better than mine

~angel~
says to phaedra: grins back-...creativity knows no bounds...its called improvisation and makin your own....smaller...version-l-

phaedra
says to ~angel~: *nodsnods* i found one at the behest of my former Master.....made specially for girlies like me....but....it doesnt provide the same....droolability

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *moves on....*

Bottom Line:

Throw every little bit of creative talent you have at your scenes, and you will be the single-most sought-after submissive in the history of the universe.

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~chuckles softly~

mia
says to Osanogokoro: -a soft laugh at the comment-

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *continues on to the second subject... clearing off and writing new...*

- Figurative Language -
Just as literary masters of old utilized every tool in the arsenal of figurative language, so must you. Simile and metaphor, litotes and hyperbole, allusion, and foreshadowing all form the implements of your illustrative arsenal. Each of these concepts can bring its own element to a scene, but take care when working with them- the reason why fine works of literature are so often debated is because there's a level of vagueness inherant to saying what you mean without actually saying it.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: If any of you remember your lessons in grammar... this next part will be a bit easy.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Simile and metaphor - drawing comparisons Simile uses the words "like" or "as" to link two unrelated concepts by way of comparison. *the girl smiled, her eyes shining like twin stars, glimmering in the enveloping dim of the room* Metaphor simply describes two unrelated objects by directly linking one to the other. *the girl smiled, her eyes forming a pair of shining twin stars to glimmer and glisten in the enveloping dim of the room*

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: *throws my hand up in the air, wiggling my fingers*

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: Yes, confection?

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *patiently waits for the confection's quandary... eyes fixed for a moment on the small gathering of chalkboard erasers she's still managed to hold onto...*

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: I think You were very unfair saying Throw every little bit of creative talent you have at your scenes, and you will be the single-most sought-after submissive in the history of the universe. I have seen some very very very hot, amazing scenes and it was not about how well the person could type or how creative they were, it was about how well they got whatever they were describing across.

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: Well, I can't say that I meant that going balls-to-the-wall creative was the only way... succinctness definitely has its advantages as well... I just consider careful word choice to be a part of the creative process

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: you definitely have a point, though... there's always more than one way to knock an audience dead.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *moves on with the lecture to the next pair of literary concepts*

Litotes and hyperbole - two directions of exaggeration

Litotes is a drastic understatement, as well as being a lesser-known literary device.
*she knelt, her form pliant and submissive, supplicant to His every whim... with eyes set to the smooth of the floor at His feet, she waited, patient but eager, tiny tremors surged within her, the electric shivers that His presence always brought... her hands nearly trembled in anticipation as they rested one upon the silken smooth top of an alabaster thigh, but her focus was strong, she had been trained to resist giving any outward sign of her longing, her passions, her burning need to be near Him, to serve Him, to please Him... her every thought strayed along a single course, to His delight... she loved Him, this Man her Master... she was His*

Hyperbole is far more common, taking the form of any vast overstatement.
*as she felt His eyes upon her, she burned within herself, amazed that the tongues of flame that licked at her insides did not consume her... truly, she thought, this raging inferno within her would some day devour her alive, for she felt its yearning as the tug of a thousand teams of horses, dragging her blissfully to her single destination... the heat of a thousand suns raged beneath the focused, calm shell of her kneel*

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: omg....roflmao....i gotta pee so bad!....~grabs the pass and runs~

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: *crosses ever scening in this room off my list* *L* Sometimes word choice isn't that important, at least for me at times *L*

SaMhein
says to everyone: thinks true passion and feeling..no matter how many or how few words...is what makes people sexy ...to show honestly one's true desires ...makes a scene or breaks it

CanadianMale says to everyone: waves quietly, as to not disrupt class

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: I'm thinking I'm failing to properly explain this idea... because I'm definitely not disagreeing with you...

Osanogokoro
says to SaMhein: And that too... *brows furrow for a moment* But I think I got into that in lesson 2... keeping it real and honest, making it true, that sort of thing.

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: *shrugs* Perhaps. I'm certainly getting the impression from Your comments and the lion's share of the feedback that huge flowerly posts are the only acceptable method, kinda like have it all prescripted.

~lolli~
says to SaMhein: Well said *smiles*

Osanogokoro
says to ~lolli~: Well, shit... I know I talked about how longer isn't always better... this is complicated.

~angel~
says to ~lolli~: I cant do flowery...-s- its not me....

toy (f)
says to ‡ dark muse ‡: - whispers a quiet hello to the beautiful muse

Smooth Edge says to everyone: Evening E/each

toy (f)
says to everyone: is not flowery either...... ever

Hobbes
says to toy (f): ..you're still hot...

Smooth Edge says to Wraith: *L* You're looking better than ever . Yes has been a lt.

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to ~lolli~: if I might mention in my pov ... i do not think he's saying so much that huge flowery posts are the only acceptable method. I am getting the feeling that he's giving us tools that we can work within to define our own styles and presences and saying do not be afraid to take risks and to expand IF that is what you wish to do ....

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Yes! That! Thank you, lovely abigail... I don't mean to stand here and tell anyone how to chat... only to illustrate a few different ways.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: For every person in chat, we all have our own way of doing things... Hell, some of us have more than one... If there is such a thing as the "right way" to chat... the only thing it has in common with every other means of expression is that it's sincere. Honest realism is what makes the difference between pretty words and *shrugs* meh, pretty words. Things don't have to be flowery, spartan, or anywhere in between... It just has to be you.

‡ dark muse ‡
says to everyone: hello E/everyone....sorry to be running late..

~casia~
says to ~lolli~: ~hopes i haven't come across that way~......the most important thing in a post to me is does it make sense and does it catch my attention, whether long and flowery or short and to the point........i often respond with less description, it depends.......i try to match what the other P/person is sending, if they are flowery, i most lkely will be if they are less so, i will tone it down for them.....but that is just the way i do it........the lesson tho is about creatively writing a post.......i certainly don't expect anything from anyone, cept a post i can follow.....~chuckles~

Asterix says to SaMhein: I think there needs to be a balance ... it has to be enough to paint the picture for the other one ...

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: Yes, it is *soft smile* I'm not trying to be a complete s**t, but I think there needs to be more acceptance that each has his/her own style, that some will be flowerly, some need three lines to desribe the drooling ball gag, some just need the drool creeping out around the ball gag. It's very individual.

‡ dark muse ‡
says to Osanogokoro: i'm sorry Sir...*ss*

Osanogokoro
says to ‡ dark muse ‡: no worries, lovely muse.

toy (f)
says to Hobbes: - blushes and plants a soft one on your cheek... thank you Baby.....

~angel~
says to Osanogokoro: I think it's a balance....but...long...extremely descriptive posts will make alot of people not even want to try...because they then think they lack

Osanogokoro
says to ~angel~: It's a very fine line of insensitivity to others vs. integrity to self. I'd hate to think that any post of mine would drive people into self-doubt-induced hiding. My goal is to draw people out, encouraging and giving life to the creative process by example. It's good that W/we don't all post the same way, it would get really old and dull if that were the case, but I would never tell anyone "don't do your best, you might make someone else feel bad." I understand that there's an inherent element of competition, like someone's throwing down a challenge with an overly descriptive post, but I'd like to think that we're all grown up enough to simply appreciate art for art's sake, rather than falling into a scripting contest.

Hobbes
says to toy (f): ..if I wanted flowers I'd call FTD...

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: waves hand.... might i have a moment Professor?

Osanogokoro
says to tyme: Please.

~lolli~
says to ~angel~: I can, but it's not really me.

~angel~
says to ‡ dark muse ‡: slaps a dunce cap on you....with dunce spelled out in sparklies of course

~andrea gail~
says to Asterix: true but not so much they fall asleep...lol

Asterix says to Hobbes: Evening Sir

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ewwwww...again...lol

mia
says to everyone: -sits and listens.. considering her own post style-

Hobbes
says to Asterix: Evening. ~s~

toy (f)
says to Hobbes: - almost falls off.... laughing -

Asterix says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: ~whispers~ I've been accused of too much brevity ~s~

~lolli~
says to ~*~abigail eve~*~Women are n...: Ahhh...your pov and my pov are perfect examples of how the written word can be interpreted differently by different people. *S*

phaedra
says to Asterix: *giggles n whispers* and i am horrible bout makin up my own words,,,,*winks*

~lolli~
says to Osanogokoro: There Ya go *S*

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to Asterix: smiles .... we all have our crosses to bear Sir .... winks playfully

SaMhein
says to everyone: i've seens girls that do wonders with short simple..to the point posts...and i've seen girls that can make scratching their ass an olympic event

SaMhein
says to everyone: i like both.,..per as the mood strikes me

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *takes a bit of stuffing from the tiny tear in a nearby cushion and offers it to you for ear plugs* *L*

CanadianMale says to Osanogokoro: I think it is more the content and the response to the Other's comment and staying in the scene, as opposed to the length

~andrea gail~
says to SaMhein: lol

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to ~lolli~: personally .... a well delivered three line post can be as attractive as more considering its content ... the craft for smoothing words is in creating that content . the means to inspire .... and in that vein we should all strive to be creative for others

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: Sir, there are many of us in here that are submissives, we have chosen this life, RT as well as some just VT, but we are subs.... not less! we are not Gor, or we would be there, we do want to learn some about posting a scene , some never have, some never will, mostly because they fear ridicule from others that their scenes are not good enough... i hope to say to all those that shy away from scening for that reason, you will not be judged, at least not in this room, no matter who is here, no matter who thinks they are better, no matter whether they are Gor trained and scene perfectly or not...... *s* all the PMs i was getting made it clear something had to be said..... on that point, i hear Gor chicks post real nice.....

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~stuffs my ears full....screams~.....THANK YOU LOLLI!

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to ~lolli~: bah ... I wish my fingers were as talented as my mind .... grumbles ... I am without a doubt the world's worst typist

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: *slaps my hand over your mouth* *L*

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: thank You for the moment Sir.....*settles back to learn*

mia
says to tyme: -chuckles at the last note and says quietly- very well put, tyme.... -smiles and applauds you with small hands-

Hobbes
says to tyme: Beautifully said...~s~

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: SHHHHHHHHHH

SaMhein
says to tyme: agress completely ..and you have set my fears at ease with your words..i fear scening at times..because well ..i dont likle drawing attention to myself i do but not in a show off way..ty for setting me at ease cause i am rper at heart

toy (f)
says to tyme: - agrees -

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *nodding to what tyme brought up* Let it also be said, for the sake of common decency... Gorean kajira are not the be-all, end-all of chat. Some are good, some are not. It's a style, the style, notable as it waxes into extremes of detail and realism. That's all. I'm going to move on now...

*moves on before I completely lose my train of thought, though the discussion seems to have rendered it moot*

Allusion - drawing from the past
Allusion references previous works, most notably using the widely known figures of mythology and classic literature. They are best used in subtlety and moderation.
*looking up to Him, her Master, she saw Adonis... His strong, sculpted features and piercing gaze sent waves of white-hot power surging through her entire form... her eyes played across His face, down the firm of His jawline, falling across His throat to the broad shoulders that supported Him... between and below them the toned hard of His able, firm chest, where her head fit so snugly in His embrace... she saw the strength of the Ages in Him, the determination of Hercules, the devotion of Odysseus, the loyalty of Hamlet, the passion of Lothario... indeed, whenever her eyes beheld Him, she felt her heart pass over each and every great love, great hero, great warrior of olde, and she felt Him truimph over them all*

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to tyme: 12 years a Gorean role player .. some Gor cghicks post real nice ... some ... not so nice .... it's like anyplace .... it just seems more acceptable there for the novelists

~lolli~
says to ~*~abigail eve~*: I never noticed any bad typing *L*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: As something of a novelist myself, I lean towards novelism... but I can be just as brief as anyone else... like the Canadian said... matching the person you're with is another big thing. Be flexible.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Foreshadowing - looking to the future

To work foreshadowing, the literary act of hinting at future events, usually by way of a symbolic image or action, into a serve would require an incredible amount of planning, skill, and cunning. It also depends on subtlety to function properly. Consider that a challenge.
*pools of dark amber burned in the silent darkness as the slow undulation of the beat reached ready ears, and she felt it take hold of her form... the slow, seductive sway began at her feet, with one easing left, then right, in a gradual, fluid motion hitherto unseen by human eyes... the subtle bend of a lithe limb at the knee lifted all but the very ball of the shifting foot from the floor, drawing with it the shape of an oval along the smooth stone... and in a breath, the foot planted, sending the shiver of the sway up her form, from toe to head, the action propegating in a wave along the line of her body... rising higher, higher, higher, up a thigh, sending rounded hips into a long, slow, circular roam through the space around her... their wicked, sinuous sway offering a forward glimpse, even as the passing movement flowed higher...*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Bottom Line:

If your scenes can have something in common with literary greats, why not go for it?

mia
says to Osanogokoro: ooh yes.. that is something all good Gorean girls are is flexible -giggles and hides with lolli-

~lolli~
says to mia: *stretches my leg out, wiggling my toes showing off how flexible I am* *L*

SaMhein
says to Osanogokoro: listens and reads with a smile

~casia~
says to everyone: ~shifts softly and quietly listens to the lesson~

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: *just shakes my head at mia's comment about flexibility... moving on...* And now, what you've all been waiting for... the moment when I shut up, and let other people show off.

- What Sets the Best Apart -
The best chatters didn't need these classes, so I'm going to let them strut their stuff. Pay close attention and you'll see a great many of the things I've mentioned, as well as a few others I didn't consider. Unfortunately, I don't think any of the authors of these fine works are here to bask in the glow of their creations, so you'll have to hold your applause until next you see them, but please, pass along the feedback! First, I called upon casia for a proper entry post.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Well, a couple of the authors are here... but they get to watch themselves.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: ~slipping quietly through the door, sapphire gaze peering warmly through a veil of soft lashes as she makes her way across the room with a gentle sway of full hips... bare feet sweeping soundlessly, seeming to barely touch the cool floor as she moves... nearing His chair her lithe form colds gently to the velvety pillow, smooth legs curling beneath a taunt backside that settles upon upturned heels as her hands drop lightly to cup the warm flesh of her thighs... head tilting slightly up and to the side, revealing the simple delicate collar of leather encasing her throat, the motion pulling wayward tendrils of gold across flushed cheeks... moist lips curving to an inviting smile as her voice whispers across the room like a rich warm caress~......good evening A/all

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Notice the imagery, utilizing color and metaphor as she enters, moving onto an aural sensation, the soundless sweep of feet. she provides a sense of relative location, recognizing the needless unimportance of an absolute where it is previously undefined while giving the viewer a new, visual line of action to follow. The pose is specific, but still leaves certain elements to the imagination. Next we have a clear delineation of unavailability to the unwashed masses who might find themselves drooling, the description of the all-important smile, and a characterization of the greeting itself by way of simile. Simple, concise, and fluid, this entrance achieves exactly what it sets out to achieve, setting the tone for the future without setting the bar so high that it would upstage a scene in progress or intimidate one about to begin back into the shadows. Excellent.

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~blushes deep and sinks deep into her pillow, blinking~

SaMhein
says to ~casia~: smiles over

tyme
says to ~casia~: that was beautiful casia *s*

mia
says to ~casia~: -applauds-

~casia~
says to SaMhein: ~flushes softly and returns the smile, inclining her head in thanks~

~casia~
says to tyme: ~thinks someone turned the heat up in here and winks~....thank you honey

~casia~
says to mia: ~giggles and winks~.....thank you

~lolli~
says to ~casia~: That was good, I could visualize without loosing interest in reading, bravo *S*

~casia~
says to ~lolli~: ~smiles softly and blushes~.....thank you sweetness

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Talk about good timing... ((medusea entered less than a minute prior)) Next, I called on medusea for a proper approach. When in a collar or coming to a room to serve One particular Dom/me in specific, an approach to clarify your intentions to A/all gathered should the next thing you do after your opening entry post. Depending on the Dom/me, you might be expected to ask permission to greet, or might be required to make that your next priority after taking your place.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: stepping to the door, she pauses a moment to step in front of the mirror to check her appearence one final time, as per His instructions, long dark hair with its soft mixture of copper and blond highlights and lowlights are piled in a upsweep...the odd long tendrils falling..pinned loosely for His pleasure to remove at His leisure...vivid blue eyes softly dusted with misture of brow shadows to heighten their vivid color and outlined with black khol to give them that dramtic effect...the tip of her tongue moistens her softly pink colored lips...light touch of blush dusting to outline the curves of high cheekbones to perfection...slender hands moving adjusting the delicate li'l chain straps of her slip dress...her hands smoothing over the curve of firm full breasts left unfettered beneath the soft sheer satin material so the buds of her nipples rise for His pleasure and sight...down over the lush curves of sweetly rounded hips ...palms flattening over the flat plane of her belly over the silken thighs...the neckline left to plunge into the lush cleavage of her breasts..just the barest glimpse of the tops of her breasts to tease the senses...the high slits on either side giving ample glimpses of shadowed silken flesh...long shapely legs simply adorned with a small silver anklet and delicate strapped high black heels...everything to be completely feminine as is His pleasure...smiling softly as butterflies dance within her belly she dips her chin...squaring back her shoulders she steps within the room where He awaits

Her chin lifting as her eyes focus soley upon Him...everything else fading into the background...feeling her breath catching within her throat, the soft flutter as her pulse jumps at the sight of Him...vivid blue eyes coming to life as they shine with pure devotion...lips parted in soft supplication...she moves...soft click of her heels echoing within her head...feeling the rise and fall of her breasts as they sway as she knows His eyes are fully on her..each movement and thought is for Him...the way her hands flutter to her sides...long shapely legs cris-crossing in slow languid movement in pure feline grace...slow sensual rhythm of her hips as she moves..her whole body swaying in silent rhythm as she steps to Him...long sooty lashes lowering always in respect to Him...her legs buckle softly in mixture of lowering and the effect of His nearness as she sinks to her knees as they press to the floor..soft whisper of her breath as it rolls softly over her lips...silken thighs parting as her knees slide shoulder length apart the dress pooling softly around her hips...freshly bathed skin glistening softly as the soft scent of lavender waifts..as she opens fully to Him..silken folds pulling softly apart and glisten with the anticipation that rifles through her...shoulders sliding back slightly lifting in offering the firmness of her breasts to His eyes...her stomach clenching softly as her back is held straight in pride and honor...the firm curve of her ass lightly laid to her heels as her chin lifts slightly showing to Him that He is her full attention...the deep smyle curving her lips at the sight of Him remaining as her hands slide in a whisper of sound against her thighs to come to rest mid way....with her palms lifting to Him...softly speaking... Good eve Master, one is at Your bidding...

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: As always, medusea earns her place among the chat elite. Though careful word choice and flow control, she establishes a constant undertone of grace, subtlety, and quiet reserve, despite the fact that she's just come into the room wearing next to nothing, giving the world at large a view that would sway all but the most totally devout from the priesthood. she touches on topics that border crudity, but carries it off with an overriding sense of respect for herself, her body, and the Master she serves. Notice the myriad images, descriptive vignettes, emotional exposition, the use of foreshadowing, and the individualized purposes of her posts- the first sets the scene, the second captures the movement. The grammatical construction, her use of long, drawn-out phrasing that border on run-on sentences, pull in the reader, making them want to know what comes next. This is precisely why I asked her, she's just that good.

tyme
says to ~medusea~: again...... beautiful .... as always love *s*

~casia~
says to ~medusea~: ~as always is amazed at your writing, just awed~.....was absolutely breathtaking love

~andrea gail~
says to ~medusea~: ~hugs~....great as usual lovely...*S*

~medusea~
says to tyme: whispered...thank you lov

~medusea~
says to ~casia~: soft smyle an colors...thank you hon

mia
says to ~medusea~: -claps for your beautiful writing-

~medusea~
says to andrea gail: soft hug an smyles

~lolli~
says to everyone: *mutters* gawd I read slow

~lolli~
says to ~medusea~: stunning post *S*

~medusea~
says to ~lolli~: softly..thank you lovely

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Third in line, silk, who showed me the proper way to clean an office. This is here to demonstrate that not everything in D/s is meant to be only for sexual gratification, but can take on a comedic tone at the same time, providing a bit of light-hearted fun to what can be an otherwise drastically overserious venture.

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Please keep in mind here that each major line break should be considered a new post...

Knowing it's not good to keep putting off a task, I decided I had better get to mine before I get into trouble. Moving to the utility closet, I grab an apron, wrapping the long strands of material around my waist, I tied them into a perfect little bow. Smoothing it down, I notice it barely covers the hem of my tiny skirt. Reaching back into the closet, I get a few cleaning supplies in a little carrying tote and make my way to His office. Holding the tote in my left hand, I place my right onto the cold brass knob of His door. Slowly turning it and hearing the door creak as it opens. Closing my eyes as I take in the scent of His cologne still lingering in the air. I push the door open more and step inside, taking into view the books in the bookcases lining the walls. Running my hands along the smoothness of the dark cherry wood on the furniture.

I place the cleaning supplies onto the dark colored rug beside His desk. Pushing the blonde curles back from my face with the back of my hand, I began to straighten a few of the things upon the desk carefully so I don't topple over anything in the process. Taking a soft cloth from the cleaning tote, I spray some furniture polish, making sure to only get it onto the cloth. Humming softly, I begin to rub the cloth gently onto the wooden surface of the desk, moving the blotting pad from one side to the other, making sure to get the dust from all around it. Eyeballing the crystal dish with the peppermints resting inside, all wrapped just so, waiting to melt upon someone's tongue. Thinking my tongue would be the perfect target, I look over my left shoulder toward the door. Thinking that He wouldn't mind if I took just one candy from the dish. After all, I am cleaning His office and I could use a little sugar and sweetness to keep me going so I can get enough energy to finish on time.

Placing the red and white candy droplet onto my tongue and tossing the clear cellophane into the trashcan, I begin to finish dusting the desktop. Placing the cloth back into the cleaning tote, I think I should sit down for a short time to rest a little. Pulling the desk chair up to the desk, I plop down upon it. Smiling as I realize it's on rollers. Curling my lips up into a mischievous grin, I place my feet flat on the floor. Bending a little, I see my hot pink colored toenails shining from my sandaled feet. Placing my hands on each arm of the chair, I begin to giggle softly and twist my body to one side, keeping my feet pressed firmly onto the floor in front of the desk. The chair begins to twist freely. Giving one hard push, I lift my feet and hurriedly tuck them beneath my bottom. The chair twists and the room spins. Giggling, I place one foot back onto the floor and keep pushing off with it, getting a bit dizzy as the room spins faster. Stopping the chair quickly as the room continues to spin, I rise from the chair and grasp the table with my hands so I don't fall.

Taking a deep breath as the room slows from its continuous spin, I feel that maybe I shouldn't have had that candy until after I finished cleaning, thinking that the sweet sugar made me a little bit hyper. Chewing the remainder of the candy, I begin to straighten the books and papers on His desk, happy that He did not open the door and see me playing with His big rolling chair. Grasping the pencil holder and taking each pencil out one-by-one and sharpening them with His electric pencil sharpener. Getting them all sharpened, I place them into the container with the erasers all up and points down, not wanting Him to accidentally prick His finger while grabbing for one of the writing implements. Setting the pencils back onto the desk, I reach for the paper stapler. Opening it up, I make sure it's filled, which it is, so I carefully place it back onto the desk, accidentally toppling the pencil container over. Throwing my head back in desperation, I watch each pencil roll off the desk and onto the floor. Sighing loudly, I fan the tiny apron as if to fan my face, feeling myself become more aggravated at my clumsiness.

Slowly bending over and reaching for the pencils. Feeling the hem of my skirt rise above my rounded hips. The coolness of the air kissing each bare cheek as I stretch to reach a pencil. Seeing a few pencils under His desk, I scoot the cleaning tote over and get on my hands and knees. Crawling under the desk, I finally find the last of the fallen pencils. Reaching up onto the desk and feeling around for the pencil container. Fingers grasp it as I tug it down, placing the pencils back inside and is thankful none of the sharpened points broke during their untimely fall.

Slipping the pencil box back onto the desk and pushing it as far from the edge as possible, I realize it's quite nice under the desk like this. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I rest my chin upon them and wrap my arms around my legs, yawning softly. Knowing He is out for the day, I think this would be a great time to take a little nap. Yawning once again, I close my eyes, drifting off soundly to sleep.

Sleeping, for what seemed many hours, maybe even all night, I suddenly open my eyes. Yawning sleepily, I rub my eyes and look around. Gasping as I realize that I was supposed to be cleaning His office, not sure what time it was or how long I actually dozed off, I hurry out from beneath the desk and tip toe to the door. Placing my ear agains the cool wooden surface, listening for the sounds of heavy footsteps. Placing the back of my hand to my forehead and wiping the ghostly beads of sweat from my brow. Thankful He wasn't on His way back to the office and catching me catching a few winks.

Sashaying back to the cleaning supplies, I pick up the feather duster and swave it in the air, as if I am a princess and the duster is my scepter. Nodding to the books lined upon the library shelves as if they were peasants in my court. Giggling softly, I dust all the books on the shelves. Tucking the handle of the feather duster into the waistband of the apron, I back up a few steps and take a look around at the clean office. Proudly, I grab up the cleaning tote and make sure all of the cleaning supplies are safely tucked away for the next cleaning day.

As I walk past His desk, I reach into the candy jar for one more peppermint, unwrapping it, I pop it into my mouth and hold it between my jaw and teeth. Taking a red marker, I bite gently on the cap, removing it. Taking the pen to the pack of yellow sticky notes, I begin to draw a red heart. Tearing it from the package, I place one on His leather covered rolling chair. Grinning playfully, I draw another heart and tearing it from the pack, I stick it on the telephone. An evil grin on my face, I draw another red heart, and another and yet another until I've used up most of the sticky notes. Placing them all over His magnificently clean office. Placing the cap back onto the pen and putting it beside the remainder of the sticky notes. Blowing kisses into the air as I again pick up the cleaning tote and make my way to the door. Gently opening it, I step out of the office. Giving the door a bump from my hip, the door closes noisily. Jumping a little as I didn't mean to make the door shut so loudly, I place the cleaning supplies back into the closet. Feeling all pooped from all that cleaning, I chew up the candy and swallow it, plopping down upon the sofa, lifting my feet and laying back.

"Whew, cleaning is tough work."

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: First off, I'm never asking silk to clean again, because I'll be finding red hearts every time I go to use anything in my office. Second, I'm putting a lock on my candy dish. Third, I'm installing a camera so next time she bends down like that, I'll be able to appreciate it. Take note of the intentional absurdity that delivers her attitude, the countless repetition of structure to convey the monotony of the task, and the overall tongue-in-cheek tone. This is more than acceptable as a passing "homework" assignment left behind by a Dom/me Who'll be away for a while. It's actually quite common for a Dom/me to expect His or Her submissive to craft this kind of representation of "i'm thinking of You," and silk carries it off in style.

Asterix says to everyone: very beautiful

mia
says to everyone: -ghosts- excuse this one A.all -slips out to attend to the puppy eating her bra-

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~giggles and cracks up at silk, absolutely adoring her~.....that was fantastic, Sir!

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Also make note that she writes with a completely unique, completely different style. Not the flowery novelist type. My head is not nearly as far up my ass as you might imagine.

Osanogokoro
says to ~casia~: Make sure you pass that on when next you see her, she'll surely appreciate it

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: i will, Sir.....most definately!

phaedra
says to Osanogokoro: *laughs softly* i can do that...for homework...when tis a writing assignment....it's bringing that to the room that eludes me somewhat

~casia~
says to phaedra: i find that statement interesting, cuz it is the opposite for me, i find it much easier to make a post in room than to write blind in an email or journal

phaedra
says to ~casia~: *whispers with a lil laugh* i am a writer....which likely helps....

~lolli~
says to everyone: *someone needs to get her the heart shaped sticky notes* *L*

Osanogokoro
says to phaedra: It's all about comfort level... which is largely due to practice.

~casia~
says to phaedra: ~chuckles softly~......that may be it

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: that was wonderful Sir...... thank You for asking for silk's part.... i wish she was here to praise, it was great

Osanogokoro
says to tyme: she'll see all the praise in the script on the board and the website...

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: as she should Sir *w*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: And finally, last, but certainly not least, I asked the behind-the-scenes wizard of the place, the confection herself, lolli, to give us a dance.

SaMhein
says to ~lolli~: sits up at the mention of a dance..haha i was right i knew i was right...wicked smirk ..woot..i know your lie face now..hahaha

tyme
says to SaMhein: grins...You'd have won that bet m'Lady *s*

~lolli~
says to SaMhein: awww I gotta change my face? *pouts* *L*

SaMhein
says to tyme: woot do i win a cookie ?

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: lol

Osanogokoro
says to everyone:
He sets down the remote to the stereo system
The deep rumble of His voice commands Dance for me mine
Her head lifting from where she rests at His feet,
her hunger to serve glows in darkening honey coloured eyes
as a soft melodic Yes Master falls from full heart shaped lips

as she rises, bending to kneel upon one knee,
the soft crimson cotton dress falls to mid thigh
the deep cut v barely hiding the swell of ample breasts within.
Leaning down she glides her fingers onto the cool oaken floor,
feeling the smoothness caress her flattened palms.

Lowering both knees to the floor, hips rock sensuously as she crawls.
Delightful bottom raised high, swaying in the confines of crimson cloth
Long wavy golden tresses slide off the burnished fabric,
exposing the sensual curve of the small of her back.
she makes her way to the steel pole dusted with stars from the nearby fireplace
Blood pounds the beat of the tune through her veins,
as full lips press together beginning to hum the intense song.

Raising her hands they reach to seize the lengthy shaft.
Caressing upward as she rises from bended knees
Tossing back her head, body arched,
Swinging her hair over her left shoulder,
she gazes slightly over the right,
exposing the beautiful firm curves of her backside.
Thrusting back tempting, she pulls forward again,
her hips convincing the watching eyes to follow.

Up onto tiptoe, calves flex,
hot flesh presses her smooth mound to the pole,
she straightens her arms, pulling upward,
the cool steel forcing itself between her breasts
A few feet from the ground she dangles.
Her thighs capturing the sleek shaft in their grip
moaning softly in the tune, swaying her hair,
the silken locks whispering against the curve of her ass.

Twisting she lowers her legs, resting her tiptoes on the worn floor
Never relinquishing the throaty tune,
twisting to the side she runs the moist palm of her hand
over the steamy golden skin of her thigh,
caressing down and up, reaching along them
as her hips gyrate in dark desires pressing to the pole.

Parting her legs even wider she slides back down the pole,
turning from the pole she presses her spine to the warming steel.
A hand runs in the beat of the tune from the collar at her throat,
down the valley of her rising breasts, to her twisting hips.
Flowing back up over her tightening belly, her fingers curl as
In one forceful motion she tears the crimson material from her voluptuous form

Urging her naked hips forward, rocking from side to side,
the pole between her shoulder blades.
Fiercely she dances the inferno of the desire He ignites within her.
The soft golden triangle of closely cut hair hidden
beneath fingers spread like blossoming petals.
Taking two steps from the pole, the excitement clear on her body,
and in the deep throaty voice humming the tune

Arching backward her hand wraps around the thickness
expose nipples hardening in the air
With a tightening of her smooth flat stomach,
she thrusts out her left hip, caressing the silken flesh with her fingertips.
Moaning softly within the tune as it nears its throbbing climax.
A hand runs over the hot underside of her firm breast,
shimmering in the soft kiss of sweat
as she turns to face the towering rod

her hips rock back and forth, grinding against the pole
leaving the gleam of her sweetness coating it.
a light sheen of moisture glistens over her firm breasts.
her face flushed a soft pink, full heart shaped lips parting,
as her breathing becoming more ragged.
the soft pink velvety tip of her tongue moistening her lips.
tiny beads of moisture appear on her forehead.
her mind frenzied with lust, need.

Reaching back she drops one hand from the pole
Golden tresses flowing out behind her as she twirls
Her feet coming to rest as she turns smoldering eyes toward Him
Lowering to her knees, her ass rising high in the air,
As breasts pressed to the cool floor, she slides forward a little.
The tune fading to a low rumbling moan deep in her throat
.she presses her flush cheek in silence to the ground

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Yeah, I'm not "Inside the Actor's Studio"-ing this one, it speaks for itself.

mia
says to ~lolli~: oooooooh is beautiful and well done lolli.. now who is the teacher's pet? -grins-

~casia~
says to ~lolli~: ~blinks and looks at you~....dayummmmmm!!!!!!!!......~wolf whistles~.....that was incredible hun

~lolli~
says to mia: Thank you *S* and we all know the teacher's pet is lil miss brown nose tyme *L*

~medusea~
says to ~lolli~: softly...beautiful dance lovely...well done

SaMhein
says to ~lolli~: yes very sexy of sucker of sweets and spinner of poles

~andrea gail~
says to ~lolli~: ~claps loudly~.....look at you!!!!!....lol....that is great luv

phaedra
says to ~lolli~: nicely done miss lolli

toy (f)
says to ~lolli~: -stands and applauds..

~lolli~
says to ~casia~: thank you *blushes as you whistle*

~*~abigail eve~*~
says to everyone: thank you to all the writers .. each one different and stunning ..... and illustrates this lesson perfectly .... thank you for sharing ....

tyme
says to ~lolli~: that was stunning *hugs*

~lolli~
says to ~medusea~: thank you *warm smile*

Asterix says to ~lolli~: wow .. a great dance

~lolli~
says to SaMhein: Thank You *slides You a cookie* *L*

tyme
says to ~lolli~: and that's lil miss ass kisser ..... thank you *w*

‡ dark muse ‡
says to everyone: that was beautiful lolli .....*s* .......and 'dusea ...casia ... silks.... i've been behind since i slipped in late ... i'll be sure to review everything later *s*

~lolli~
says to andrea gail: Thanks PiC *giggling*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: And yes, definitely, A/all, applause to the writers... Each unique, each glorious.

~lolli~
says to phaedra: Thank you *curtsies*

phaedra
says to ~lolli~: *grins*

~lolli~
says to toy (f): shucks *blushes more*

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: - Conclusion -
So, what sets the best apart? That stuff we just talked about, everything from literary genius to the application of time-tested traditions. The biggest thing? They tried and kept on trying. It takes practice, time, and patience to get to be the best. You can too.

~lolli~
says to tyme: *hugs* thanks darlin'

~lolli~
says to Asterix: Thank You *S*

phaedra
says to Shyning Knight: *smiles bright as my jade eyes trace up Your form, whispering a proper greeting* hi Daddy....

SaMhein
says to ~lolli~: shoves it into my mouth...cheeks bulging like a hamster...whank wou

~lolli~
says to tyme: ass kisser, brown noser *shrugs* all the same in the end *L*

Shyning Knight
says to phaedra: *smiles and nods at your outfit* hello my angel

phaedra
says to Shyning Knight: *hushes* sorry Daddy i thought class was over

tyme
says to Osanogokoro: wonderful class Professor..... so what is the subject next Thursday?

~lolli~
says to SaMhein: Do You ever wake up with drool crustby bits and it stuck to Your cheek *runs away from ~andi~* *L*

Smooth Edge says to ‡ dark muse ‡: you will be tested later

tyme
says to ~lolli~: is it ok if i prefer ass kisser..... *l*

SaMhein
says to Osanogokoro: indeed ..ty...as always....many wonderful things to learn and consider

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: For our next class, I'm going to ask the group... A School for Submissives? I've seen the interest... Anyone need a little training? Any particular topics? Things to focus on? I'm still offering one-on-one sessions, in which together Professor and student look over the student's individual technique, highlighting good points as well as things that might need improvement. No one's perfect, not I nor anyone else, and the more interaction we all have, the better we can A/all become. My school for submissives is going to need instructors... who better to learn submission from than another submissive? Goddess help me, but that's the way it's done in Gor... Volunteers, here I am.

Wraith
says to Osanogokoro: Good class Prof.

~casia~
says to Osanogokoro: ~claps delightedly~......awesome lesson, Sir......thank You again for all the hard work You put into it

‡ dark muse ‡
says to Smooth Edge: *laughs* ... then i'm in trouble... long day *s*

Osanogokoro
says to Wraith: Thanks, Mr. Ghost

Osanogokoro
says to SaMhein: And thank You, lovely Lady

Shyning Knight
says to Osanogokoro: I know a certain sub that needs to learn some patience!!!!!

Osanogokoro
says to everyone: Thank Y/you A/all for your rapt attention and comments and discussive bits... It's been a pleasure as always... and thank the powers that be for the opportunity, again.