female slave.'
'What follows, I think,' I said, 'is that any woman deeply and truly in love is, in effect, a female slave.'
'Imagine, then,' she breathed, 'the loved that might be felt by an actual female slave, a woman acually owned, for her master. How helplessly she would be his!'
'Bondage,' I said, 'with its ownership and domination of the woman, is a soil in which it is natural for love to blossom.'
'I know that that is true,' she said.
'And the bondage of chains is then, not unoften, succeeded by the bondage of love.'
'And think how deep is the bondage of the female slave,' said the girl, 'whose bondage is the bondage of both chains and love.'
'Yes,' I said. Her bondage was indeed the deepest bondage in which a human female could conceive of her self being placed, being only, strictly, the property of her beloved master.
'Do you know something else?' she asked.
'What?' I asked.
'You are my friend,' she said.
'Beware that you are not quirted, a hundred strokes,' I said.
'You are my friend,' she said. 'I know that it is true.'
I did not bother responding to her. How preposterous was the girl's conjecture. Did she not know she was naught but a female slave?
'Can masters and slaves be friends?' she asked.
'Yes,' I said. 'But the girl, of course, is always to be kept in the perfection of her slavery.'
'Of course,' she said. 'Master,' she said.
'Yes,' I said.
'I love Canka,' she said. 'But I displeased him. What if he doesn't want me any longer? What if he sells me or gives me away?'
'I do not think he will do that,' I said.
'How am I to act when I return to his lodge?' she asked. 'What am I to do?'
'You are a slave,' I said. 'Be loving, obedient and pleasing, fully.'
'I shall try,' she said.
I then explained to her what she might do upon her return to the lodge of Canka.
'Oh, yes,' she whispered. 'Yes!'
It would be important for her to convince him that she had learned something from her travials of the day.
'I smell cooking fires,' she said, happily. She made as though to rise, but I thrust her, roughly, back down on the robes. 'Master?' she asked.
'You are eager to return to the lodge of your master,' I observed.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'But until I choose, within reason, to relinquish you,' I said, 'you are still to me as my slave, are you not?'
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Well,' I said, 'I do not choose, at this moment, to relinquish you.'
'Please, Master,' she wept.
'You are nude, and attractive,' I said. 'I am going to have you again now, and at my leisure.'
'Please, Master!' she protested.
'Do you object?' I asked.
'No, Master,' she said, frightened.
'And how will you yield to me?' I asked.
'With perfection,' she said, 'as my master ordered.' She looked at me, and laughed. 'You brute,' she said. 'You know you will make me yield with perfection, whether I wished to or not!'
'Perhaps,' I said.
'Modest tarsk!' she laughed. 'Oh!' she cried. 'Oh! Oh!'
'It seems to be true,' I said.
'Yes,' she said, 'yes!'
'You will, further,' I said, 'utter low-volume sounds, indicative of arousal.'
'Yes,' she said. 'Yes.'
This device, forcing the slave to furnish an audible analogue or correlate for her sensations, has three principal utilities.
It helps to inensify the slave's responses, she responding in part to, and being in part aroused by, her own sounds of arousal. Secondly, the sounds, her helpless moans and cries, her whimpers, her sighs, her gasps, please, and can be stimulatory to, the master. Thirdly, the sounds aid him in his management and control of her. By means of them he can, in effect, map her beauty, guiding himself in his ownership of her, detecting the zones of her greatest sexual helplessness and, by varying the nature of his rhythms and touches, how they can be most effeciently and brilliantly expolited, the end in view, of course, being to produce the most yielding and orgasmically helpless slave possible.
'Ohhh,' she said, softly.
'And when I am finished with you,' I said, 'I shall rise to my feet and snap my fingers. You will then, without further ado, rise to your feet and follow me, silently, humbly and unquestioningly, heeling me, as the mere beast you are, to the lodge of your master.'
'Yes, Master,' she said. 'Ohhh. Ohhh!'
I smiled to myself. The little beast had tricked me. I thought my vengeance on her was suitable.
'Ohh!' she cried. 'Ohh! Ohhhh!'
Yes, I thought, quite suitable.
Chapter 10
AN IMPROVED SLAVE IS RETURNED TO HER MASTER
We stood before the lodge of Canka.
He emberged from the lodge.
Immediately Winyela, a penitent slave, lowered herself to her knees, and then to her belly before him.
'You may kiss his feet,' I said.
She began to kiss the moccasined feet of her master.
'I was displeased with her,' said Canka to me.
'She knows,' I said.
Canka reached down and pulled her up to her knees and then, by the hair, he bent her back, and then twisted her about.
'She does not appear to be much disciplined,' he said.
'I think the discipline to which she was subjected will prove to be adequate,' I said. 'If it does not, it may, of course, be doubled, or trebled.'
'That is true,' said Canka. Winyela, then, released, was again at his feet. Imploringly, beseechingly, again on her belly, as she had been before, she continued to press her lips to his moccasis.
'Do you think she is improved?' asked Canka.
'I think so,' I said.
I looked down at the girl. I had little doubt she had learned her lessons. The highly intelligent woman, incidentally, as would be expected, learns her slave lessons, and that she is a slave, much more quickly than the stupid woman. It takes some stupid women as much as two days before they learn that they are truly in a collar. If a slave continues to prove recalcitrant, of course, she gains nothing by this. She will merely be disposed of.
'It is my hope,' said Canka, 'that she will not repeat her earlier mistakes.'
