I had had the wench on the surface of the great couch itself. But she now lay bound at the foot of the couch, in the shadow of the slave ring, trembling, in a more fit place for a slave such as she. I then again took her. She was gasping and shuddering. It is sometimes months before a girl is permitted, commanded to ascend her Master's couch. Even then she commonly enters it not as a free person, directly, but as a slave, from the lower left, or bottom, after first kneeling and kissing its furs.
She cried out, shuddering in my arms, suddenly had again. 'Oh, Master,' she sobbed, 'Master!' My hands were again hard on her arms. I, kneeling then, pulled her to her knees. Then I shook her and threw her to her side on the furs and chains against the bottom of the couch. She was sobbing and gasping. She pulled against the cord loops on her wrists. There were marks from my hands on her arms. 'Please, Master,' she sobbed. She rose, terrified to her knees and then to her feet trying to escape. She stumbled in the blindfold against the edge of the couch, crying out, bruising herself. She then stumbled from the couch, frightened, lost her footing and crying out, turning, fell into the tub. She tried to scramble, weeping, to her feet, but I was on her in an instant. I forced her to her knees in the water and then, holding her by the hair, not permitting her to leave her knees, I forced her head back until her dark hair, beneath where I had it knooted in my hand, was loose, floating in the water, and the bow of her exquisite slave beauty was well exposed to me. I regarded her for at ime, so hdle. 'Please, Master,' she wept, 'be gentle with me.' Angrily then, my hand still in her hair, I jerked her head forward and sill keeping her on her knees, crouching over her, I thrust her face beneath the water. I held it there for a time, and then pulled it up. Sputtering, half blinded by the water, gasping, she wept. 'Please, Master, forgive me! I did not mean to displease you.'
I then flung her on her back inthe water and she strubbling, gasping, trying to keep her head above water, again had her.
Then I thrust her up, half sitting, half lying, againt the edge of the tub. She turned her head toward me, gasping. The blindfold was sopped, but secure. Her hari and body were soaked and wt. The cord loops, soaked, were still tight on her small wrists. Her body, wet, was interesting to touch. Then I again had her.'Master,' she sobbed.
I rose to my feet and stepped from the tub. I walked slowly, shuddering, about the room. Then I was calm. I looked back at her. She was half lying, half kneeling, against the side of the but. I went to her and took her by the collar and pulled her to her feet and from the tub, and to the foot of the couch, where I put her to her knees. Crouching near her I toweled dry the steel loop on her throat. It, like her, belonged to Policrates. I then, gently, dried her hair, and wrapped a towel about it.Also, because I intended to put her in the ankle ring, I dried her left ankle. I did not dry her beyond those things, however, what was necessary to protect the collar and steel of Policrates. I then locked her left ankle in the ankle ring, thus fastening her, by a length of chain, to the foot of my couch. Had she been my own girl I probably would have dried her completely. It is pleasant, as one my well imagine, to towel one's slave.
'Master,' she wept, 'Master.'I made her lie down there at the foot on the great couch. I then, satisfied, and fulfilled as I would not have believed possible, entered upon the great couch and lay wearily upon its furs. 'Master,' she sobbed. I was soon asleep.
I dreamed that Beverly Henderson was chained naked at my slave ring. I awakened. I left the couch and walked about it, to its foot.Beverly Henderson was chained there, maked, at my slave ring. I kicked her softly, with the side of my foot. She was not asleep.She rose to her knees and put her head down, humbly.
It was near dawn. Gray light entered the room Her wrists were still tied behind her. I had not released them.
'It must be near morning, Master,' she said. She could not be certain. She wore the blindfold.
I took her by the upper arms and lifted her to her feet. The towel, in the night had come loose from her hair. I touched her hair. It was still damp. I lifted her in my arms, gently, and placed her on the furs of the couch.'Thank you Master,' she said, 'for permitting me the honor of your couch.' I said nothing.
'I gather it must be now be morning,' she said, 'though I cannot know that. I gather too, that Master is now refreshed. I have been lifted and placed upon his couch. Doubtless I am not to please him, his slave.' I said nothing.
'Master well brutilized me last night, ' she said. 'He taught me well that I am a slave. I shall endeavor to please him well.' I said nothing. 'But how can I please him?' she asked, 'I am bound.'I did not of course respond to her.
'Ah yes!' she said. 'I am an Earth girl! Master is still curous about Earth girls! He wants to know if we know how to give pleasure to Masters.'So saying, attentively and lasciviously, as a bound slave she addressed herself to my pleasure.She did well.
When she had finished and I had rested, I threw her to her stomach and unbound her hands. Swiftly then, and eagerly feeling for me she knelt beside me. 'I will show you know, Master,' she said, 'what truly an Earth girl can do!'
I lay there then and wondered if ever other men of Earth had experienced such pleasure, if ever they had had such pleasure from their females. Perhaps only, I thought, if their females, like Miss Henderson, were their slaves.'It is thus, ' whispered Miss Henderson to me, 'that we serve our Gorean Masters!' I said nothing.
'Do you often wonder,' she laughed softly, holding me, quietly snuggling against me, 'why it is that we are sought in the slave markets, why it is that we bring high prices?' Though I did not respond to her, her services had come as a revelation to me.
I had not even suspected that Earth women were capable of such marvels. Collared, and under discipline, what incredible treasures they were! They were joys, and priceless! Men, I knew, would kill to possess such women. Petty, arrogant, smug, cold, proud, inert, frustrated, the women of Earth trod the sands of their native world; the men of Earth, I thought, did not begin to suspect the gold into which such pain and dross could be transmitted; how long, I wondered, before such creatures were brought naked to their knees before Masters.
'How I despise the men of Earth,' said the girl to me. 'How I love my Gorean Master!' I then began, for the first time to truly, attentively caress her.
'You are going to make me yield, aren't you?' she gasped. I then continued, patiently, carefully, to touch her. She then began to tremble and sometimes tried to pull away from me, and at other times to press aainst me. I controlled her, sometimes letting her do as she wished and at other times not permitting it. She lay on her back, her lips parted. She began to maon, the whimpers of a collared slave girl. I felt her. She was hot and open, gasping, saturated with the lubricating oils of her readiness.I smiled to myself.The slut was a hot slave. I was pleased with Miss Henderson. 'I'm yours Master,' she whispered. 'Please have me,' I then took her, and she cried out with the unmistakable, rapturous, submission of the surrendered slave girl. She then grasped me tightly, fearing that I would leave her. When she understood that I was content to hold her, she lay warmly in my arms, somtimes kissing me. 'You have conquered me, Master' she said, 'asyou have doubless conquered man other girls before me.' I said nothing.' I am owned,' she said. 'That pleases me.'
I began to kiss her about the neck and throat. She put her head back, laughing. 'I am an Earth girl,' she said. 'Do you like us?' I continued to kiss her.'Are we not juicy puddings' she laughed. 'Is it not clear now why men will buy us?' She clutched me to her and kissed me. 'Would you not like to buy one of us?' she said.I held her from me.
'Buy me Master,' she said suddenly, 'Buy me!'
I did not let her touch me, though she strained toward me, the pretty slut, the clever slut, to press her eauty, piteously, entreatingly against me.'I have never been in the arms of a man such as you,' she said. 'I love you! I want to be your slave.'I did not speak.'Put me beneath your whip,' she said. 'Put me in your chains. Lock your collar upon my throat! Own me!' I did not permit her to touch me.
'Then she laughed, a tear running from beneath the blindfold. 'How brazen we Earth girls are,' she laughed, 'how shamelss, that we would be to be purchased! How you must despise us, such lowly, desperate slaves!'
I then entered Miss Henderson and she gasped, clutching me. I smiled. It was not unusual for a slave girl, fervently, to desire to be purchased by a given man, one before whom she knws she could kneel as a suberb slave. In such a case it is natural for her to present herself as piteously and excitingly before him as possible, in order that his interest might be aroused. She, obviously, has nothing to say about her purchase. The choice is his, fully. It is he who is the buyer. This sort of thing is not unusualy in slave markets, particularly on open platforms. I have seen, many times, a girl attempting to interest a given man, singled out, in the crowd in buying her. And, not unoften, such a fellow will bid upon her, knowing well the wonders which she, purchased from her owner, is
