Swiftly I pulled my hands free and grasped him.
'You are an incredible pleasure slave,' he said.
'Master!' I wept.
'You need only this world, and the collar to bring it out,' he said. 'Yes,' I whispered to him. 'Please, please.'
I was enraptured, as a female, and a slave.
'Master!' I cried, softly.
'So the female of Earth now calls men Master,' he said.
'Yes, Master! Yes, Master!' I said.
Of course I would call me 'Master!' They were my masters, and not only in the order of nature, but here, too, in the order of law.
I felt overwhelmed in his arms, and could not believe the feelings I felt. I uttered a tiny, plaintive cry, asking for a little respite, for a moment of mercy.
It was granted to me.
I looked at Mirus. I had always wanted, even on Earth, thought I had feared it, too, to be at the mercy of men so powerful, so magnificent and commanding, that in relation to them I could, in all right, justice and propriety, be only a slave. Then I had been brought to Gor, where I had found such me, and, too, had found myself in a collar, theirs.
I moaned softly. Then I said, 'Oh,' startled.
'Perhaps you are ready, Earth woman,' he said, 'for a slave orgasm.' 'Master?' I asked.
'You have a responsive body,' he said. 'Thus, even thought you have not been a slave long, it is possible you are ready for such an orgasm.'
'Yes, Master,' I said.
I was trying, wildly, to recollect that feeling, that hint of feeling, which I had just felt.
How could he have done that to me? How could anyone have done that to me? 'Are you listening?' he asked.
'Yes, Master,' I said. I tried to pry myself loose from my sensations, but it was not easy, locked as I was in his arms.
'I think you might be ready for your first slave orgasm,' he said.
'I do not understand, Master,' I said.
'It is time, I think, that you made a beginning in such things.'
'Yes, Master,' I whimpered. 'Ai!' I suddenly said. 'Oh!'
It had been done again to me.
I looked at him, wildly.
'No,' he said. 'You will not be shown mercy.'
I moaned.
'It is pleasant to hold you in my arms,' he said.
(pg 248) 'Find me pleasing,' I begged. 'Please, find me pleasing!' I did not want him to stop, for anything.
'You are not without interest,' he said.
I cried out, softly. I began to whimper.
'Is anything wrong?' he asked.
'No, no!' I said.
'Do you want me to stop?' he asked.
'No!' I said.
'No, what?' he inquired, politely.
'No, Master, Master, Master!' I sobbed. 'Forgive me, Master!'
I cried out, startled. I began to make soft, helpless noises.
As I had noted before, as early as the house of my training, women of diverse backgrounds, for example, those of Earth and Gor, make much the same noises while being ravished. These noises are to be distinguished from conventional exclamations, which do tend to be culture bound. I had discovered, too, that I made such noises.
'Oh!' I said, softly.
Suddenly I clutched him. I had again felt the sensation. Then I was afraid. 'Master!' I said.
'Do not be afraid,' he said. 'Your body is being honed, and trained.' I clutched him again, and gasped.
'Yes,' he said, 'you will give masters much pleasure.'
Masters, I thought? Does he not know what he is doing to me! Can he be ignorant of the thinks I myself was feeling?
'You will do well,' he said. 'You are a deliciously servile little beast.' 'It is my hope that I will be pleasing to masters,' I said. Did he not know what he was making me feel?
'I think you are now ready for the first of your slave orgasms,' he said. 'Master?' I asked.
'Inducing them in a slave is one of the pleasures of the mastery,' he said. 'Forgive me, Master,' I said. 'You are giving me great pleasure. But I do not even know what you are talking about.'
'At first,' he said, 'you will be capable of only small ones, but do not fear, you will grow in such things.'
'I do not understand,' I said.
'You are very beautiful, and soft, and are in my arms,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' I said. I was grateful that he should speak in so kindly a fashion to me.
'And you are naked, and collared, and owned,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' I whispered.
'What are you?' he asked.
'I am a slave, Master,' I said, puzzled.
'And do you surrender wholly to your masters, and yield totally to them?' he asked.
'Yes, Master,' I whispered. I knew that I could not lie in things of this sort. Gorean masters, or many of them, were skilled in reading women. My Master, Hendow, was frightening adept at this. Too, I did not think that I could fool Mirus either in such matters. When a girl' s more secret thoughts can be read as easily as slave numbers written on her breast her only viable option is total honesty, and as complete submission was required of Gorean slave girls her only practical recourse under such stringent circumstances is either to choose death or become in true reality a full slave, in her heart, in her mind and in her behavior. In short, as deception is impossible, the girl must either choose death or the reality of true bondage.
'You will now prepare to yield,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' I said, suddenly, startled, then beginning to understand the orgasm in the natural matrix of male dominance, and intensified by the fixing, enhancement and intensification of this within the institution of total female slavery. When I yielded it would not only as a female to a male, but as slave to a master!
No longer then could I even hear the noises of the tavern beyond the curtain. There was now only myself and Mirus.
'Let me yield!' I begged.
'Wait!' he said.
I was collared!
'Please!' I wept.
I was naked, and in the arms of a man whose sandals I was not fit to lick. 'Master!' I begged.
Must not what might remain in me of the proud Earth woman attempt to resist this?
'Master!' I cried.
'No,' he said, sternly.
But what might remain in me of the Earth woman was utterly powerless!
'Please, please!' I whispered.
'No,' he said.
Then what might have remained in me of the Earth woman was gone and in her place there was now only a terrified Gorean slave on the brink of she knew not what.
I was not simply going to be fondled or kissed, with attentions appropriate to the bland etiquettes of Earth. I
