'Perhaps her intelligence frees her to be more quickly and honestly responsive to her deepest needs,' I said. 'Perhaps she is quicker to recognize her deepest feelings, and more willing to accept them, than a duller woman, or perhaps only a more constricted woman. Often the superior woman searches, lonely and frustrated, for a man superior to herself, who can be a full man to the hidden woman in her. Unfortunately many who could be a man to the woman in such a female do not, because of their training and conditioning, become so. When the superior woman does meet a man superior to herself, who will also, simply because he is a true man, put her in the authentic biological male/female relationship where she belongs, at his feet, she will generally, unless there are mitigating psychological reservations, functions of her own conditionings, submit herself joyfully to him as what is, for all practical purposes, his slave. On Gor, of course, men have not been conditioned against the authentic biological male/female relationship, at least where female slaves are concerned. Similarly, on Gor, a woman, collared, is not permitted psychological reservations or that sort of thing. Her will is nothing. Also, the society hecks the master. The girl has absolutely no one to call. She has absolutely nowhere to run. She has no recourse. She is an owned slave.'
'It is very frightening,' she said.
'And for many women,' I said, 'very thrilling.'
'Yes,' she whispered, softly, 'it is very thrilling. I do not know why it should be, but it is very thrilling.'
'In your heart,' I said, 'You know you are a woman. Thus, when you find you simply will be given no alternative other than being a true woman, in the full sense of the word, designed by nature as a love slave for males strong enough to master you, you cannot help but be thrilled. You are forced to be yourself, your true self. There is a joy in this, and a liberating honesty, and openness; it is natural that this be felt as exciting, as genuine, as authentic, as real, as significant, as true, indeed, as profoundly and thrillingly true. Gone are the politically and economically motivated lies; gone is the cant and hypocrisy Present then is the sweet thrilling truth, at last freed, no longer suppressed and hidden, and love.'
'Please kiss me, Master,' she said.
I kissed her.
'Are you going to keep me, Master? she asked.
'I do not know,' I said. 'But do not fear, lovely slave. On this world there are hundreds of thousands of men fully capable of mastering you. You will someday, doubtless, given the sellings and exchanges, and your growth in skills and beauty, find love.'
'A woman desires love,' she whispered.
'Love is found more often among slave girls than free women,' I said. 'If you would learn love, learn slavery.'
'Yes, Master,' she said. She kissed me.
'Please me,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
The lamp went out softly in the darkness. This frightened her. 'Must you go out on the ice? she whispered.
'Yes,' I said.
'Are you going to take me with you?' she asked.
'Yes,' I said.
'I am afraid,' she said.
'Do not be afraid,' I said to her.
'I cannot help it,' she said.
'Please me in the darkness, in the furs, Slave,' I said.
'Yes, my master,' she said.
In a few minutes I took her in my arms and threw her to her back. She gasped. 'I thought I was to please you,' she said.
'You are pleasing me,' I said.
'You are making me yield,' she said, intensely.
'That pleases me,' I said.
Then she began to buck and writhe and was soon lost in the throes of the slave orgasm, helplessly yielded to her master. She came silently, intensely, clutching me, this not known to the others asleep in the hut. That a slave girl had been conquered in the darkness need not be known to them.
Afterwards I held her, naked, closely, warmly.
After a time she whispered, 'I want to be touched again.'
'Do you beg it?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Your will means nothing,' I said.
'I know,' she said.
'But I will touch you,' I said.
'Thank you, Master,' she said. Soon again she squirmed in silence, taken, in the furs in the hut of Imnak.
'Thank you, Master,' she whispered, afterwards. 'You give a girl much pleasure.'
'Sleep now, Slave,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
I do not know how long we slept, but it was perhaps no more than two or three Ahn. I awakened, conscious of her holding me. Her head lay on my belly. She was not asleep. 'Master,' she whispered.
'Yes,' I said.
She knelt beside me. 'Please. Master,' she said.
'Is your need to serve a man hot upon you?' I asked. I could tell that it was from her breathing.
'Yes Master,' she said.
'You are a slave,' I said.
'Yes, I am a slave, Master.' she said.
'Very well. Slave.' I said. 'You may serve me.'
'Thank you. Master.' she said.
Soon I marveled at her skill Tt was all I could do to keep from crying out with pleasure and delight, and my pride in the skill of the slave I owned. How proud I was of her! She was for most practical purposes untrained apd new to the collar and yet many girls whom I had had, even in paga taverns, I suspect, could not have equaled her performance.
'What is going on with you?' I asked.
'I do not understand,' she said.
'What has happened?' I asked. 'What has gone on in your head, pretty slave?'
'I do not understand,' she said.
'I went to sleep with a pot wench,' I said, 'and I awaken with a pleasure slave.'
She laughed. Then she said, soberly, 'I love being a slave, Master.'
'That is well,' I said, 'for on this world you are a slave, and you are going to continue to be a slave.'
'Yes. Master.' she said, trembling. Then she said, 'I am content, Master.'
'Continue your work, Slave Girl,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
I then let her pleasure me, fully, not so much as touching her, that she might learn to please completely, without being so much as granted the least kiss or caress of the male beast. Slave girls are forced thus, sometimes, to serve, totally, unilaterally: it helps to impress their slavery on them.
She then lay beside me.
'Do you still love being a slave girl?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'But I did not so much as touch you,' I said.
'Oh, sex is terribly important,' she said. 'and you may use it as you do, you beasts, to conquer and discipline us, and make us your sex slaves, but, too, there are other things in slavery which are perhaps harder for you to understand, for you are not the woman.'
