I kissed her softly. She began to sob in my arms, and I held her gently, closely. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "It is hard being a slave girl," I told her."Yes, Master," she said, "Master," she said. "Yes," I said.
"Please have me with gentleness," she begged, "though I am a slave."Very well, slave," I said."Thank you Master," she said softly.
She lay beside me. She fingered the chain depending from her collar. "I love being chained," she said."Chains are very useful in impressing her slavery on a woman," I said."They leave little doubt in her mind so as to who is Master" she smiled.
I did not respond. When she said, however, was doubtless true. The effect of a chain or a rope on a woman's sexuality is sometimes incredible. This is particularily true with the new slave girl. With the older slave girl, one who has already learned something of the meaning of her collar, a mere snapping of the fingers or a small, imperious gesture can have a similarily devastating, triggering effect on her sexuality. The readiness and excitability, indeed, the almost helpless sexual vulnerability of the slave girl is something for which the men of Earth, whose experience has been limited to the free females of earth, are totally unprepared. It commonly takes 15 to 20 minutes to bring a free Earth female to orgasm. A slave girl, on the other hand, whether Gorean or an imbonded Earth girl, finding herself on Gor, once trained and understanding, fully, her condition, will often find herself on the brink of orgasm, simply finding her Master's eyes casually upon her. The differences, or course, are almost entirely psychological. Sexuality, as is well known, is almost entirely a function of the imagination and brain.
The slave girl knows that she is a slave, truly, and that passion is not only permitted to her but required of her. Indeed, she may be whipped or slain if she is insufficiently passionate. Her sexual needs are thus liberated. Frightened, she often begins by acting, and this is known to the Master, but soon, perhaps to her horror, she discovers that she, obedient to the Master's touch, and no longer acting, and this too is known to the Master, has become truly, suddenly, a yielding, spasmodic slave.
Too, of course her slavery and her sexuality is impressed upon her in a thousand, subtle ways. Certain modes of speech are expected of her and certain gestures and postures. She must, for example, address free persons deferentially and commonly will kneel in their presence.
Her garb too is commonly distinctive; it is usually inexpensive and brief; sometimes it is only a rag; it is designed to remind her of lowliness; it is desiged to of course, generally, to leave little doubt as to her charms. Needless to say, too her throat is encircled by a collar which will identify her Master, sometimes too, the collar will bear the name by which he has decided to call her; and her thigh or some other part of her body will be branded. She is an animal, sensuous and beautiful, marked as property, and has a name only on sufference of her Master; he need not even give her a name, if he does not wish to do so. Beyond this of course she finds herself in the Gorean civilization. It is a complex, vital, bright, colorful, deeply sensuous civilization; it is a harsh, gorgeous world in which the slave girl has a special role and place; her condition is unquestioned and categorical; it is supported by history, by custom and law; there is absolutely no escape for her; she is slave. Accordingly, an animla and property, without eve a name in her own right, she kneels before her Masters; she waits to be commanded.
"I love it when you are strong with me," said Peggy. She lay beside me on her elbow, the cahin dangling from her collar. "You are a woman," I said."I despise weak men," she said. "I respect only men who will treat me as a woman and do with me what they please. I know I am a woman. I wanted to be treated as one. How can I take my place in the order of nature if men will not treat me as they wishe? That is what I want, to be treated, even with insolence, as men wish. Only then can I know them as my Master and yield to them in my fullness."
"Before," I said, "you wished to be taken with gentleness." "And you did so" she said. "That was then my mood, and I am grateful that you deigned to respect it." "Sometimes I might not," I said. "I know Master," she said. "And then later," she said, "when your appetites grew aan upon you, you took me as a mere slave, with brutality." "You yielded well," I said. "I could not help myself Master," she said.
She then lay beside me and began to kiss at my arm. She took my arm in her two hands, kissing it."You are strong," she whispered.
I did not respond. "Master," she whispered. "Yes," I said. "Have Peggy again, Peggy begs it." "Perhaps," I said. "Perhaps not."She whimpered and put her head against my arm.
I supposed that it was not surprising that women reduced to bondage, collared and branded, denied by the strictures of their condition the mockeries of male imitation, and finindg the impediments to the manifestation of their deepest and most secret nature removed, should gradually find themselves more and more at the mercy of their needs.
I found this amusing, perhaps because I had come from Earth. How humiliating for an Earth girl, in particular, I thought to discover that she now had ignited within her deep feminine needs, for the satisfaction of which she found herself dependent on Masters. This aspect of the sexuality of the female slave, her need as well as her responsiveness, would also be found astonishing by the men of Earth, accustomed only to the suppressed dispositions and conditioned inertnesses of the women with which he is familiar. It is not unusual for a slave girl to kneel, head down, before even a hated Master and beg his touch. Slavers, not unoften, deprive a female slave of a man's touch for two or three days before her sale. She then, almost invariably, brings a higher price. Her need, manifested in her piteous display of herself, i her physical attitudes, her gestures and expressions, is evident and often arousing to the buyers. How many women of Earth, I wondered, strip themselves slowly before a man and then kneels before him, and kiss his feet, and then looking up, beg him for his touch. Perhaps only those who are slave girls.
"Your are chained," I said. "Yes Master," she said. I took Peggy's chain in my hand and jerked it, lightly, but firmly. She felt the chain then pull at the snug collar and jerk it against the back of her neck. "You are truly chained," I said. "Yes, Master," she said."Why are you chained?" I asked.
"It pleased Master to chain me," she said. She kissed me."Please Master," she said. "have your chained slave?"
"Perhaps," I said, "Perhaps not."She sobbed in frustration and continued to kiss me.
Even with girls used to slavery, who have well learned their collars, of course, the chain never loses its meaning. Masters commonly use it, even with experienced girls. It never looses its effect.
"Please Master," she sobbed. "Be silent," I said. "Yes, Master," she said, sobbing. Sometimes a slave girl must be struck away from one's feet. Sometimes she must be chained to one side, to a wall or in a corner.
I laughed. "Master?" she asked. I then took her in my arms and threw her, roughly, beneath me.She cried out with pleasure.
"What is that sound?" I asked. "You make a slave very happy Master," she said snuggled beside me."Do you not hear it?" I asked. "I hear conversation, the clink of goblets from the floor of the tavern," she said.
"Sandals!" I suddenly snapped.
A Gorean command need not be repeated. Peggy startled wild-eyed, rose to her knees and seized my sandals. I stood up bending over in the low alcove. I pulled on my tunic. She thrust the sandals to her lips, kissing them. "Master?" she asked. She placed the sandals on my feet, thonging them tightly. I buckled my belt, with its dependent pouch. I slung the sword belt with its attached scabbard with its sheathed steel over my left shoulder."Master?" asked Peggy.