Dancer of Gor

"Yes, Master," I said. I had gathered that he had, for some reason, or reasons, perhaps to make me more exciting to his customers, and men, in general, had my ears pierced. Too, in some way, I gathered, this had confirmed my slavery upon me, and made it a much more profound thing. But I did not care. I was a slave! "Do you know why I had your ears pierced?" he asked.

"No, Master," I said.

"There are various reasons for doing such a thing to a female slave," he said. "Master?" I asked.

"It improves her as a slave," he said. "It makes her more stimulatory, and more seductive. Too, it makes her more arousable, more excitable."

"Yes, Master," I said, blushing from head to toe.

"In this, too, there is an economic consideration. Such things improve her price."

"Of course, Master," I said.

"There are many reasons," he said. "Those are just a few."

"I understand, Master," I said.

"Too," he said, "in your case, I thought it particularly fitting." "Master?" I asked.

"You are a pierced-ear girl," he said, "and were, even before your ears were pierced."

"Yes, Master," I said, puzzled.

"I despise you," he said.

I put my head down. I did not doubt but what he might despise me. But, too, I suspected his feelings toward me were more complicated. I was sure they exceeded a simple contempt for a bond wench.

"And so," he said, "I have had your ears pierced."

"Yes, Master," I said.

"You belong in a collar," he said. "Now it has been seen to that you will remain in it."

"Yes, Master," I said.

"Are you not distressed, ashamed?" he asked.

"No, Master," I said.

"What a brazen, shameless slave," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"You like being a slave," he said.

"I am a slave," I said. "Thus I must acknowledge what is in my secret heart, confessing it openly, then finding my happiness and fulfillment in it." "You slit," he said. "You like being a slave."

"Yes, Master," I said. I supposed that I needed not tell him that I loved it! "We are thinking of appointing a new first girl," he said.

"I have heard rumors to that effect," I admitted.

"What do you think of Tupita?" he asked.

"I speak for her," I said.

He smiled. I supposed he knew how cruel Tupita had been to me, how we were enemies. On the other hand, I had told Tupita I would speak for her. Too, she had not belly chained and braceleted me as tightly as she might have, the night before last.

"Did she offer you the position of second girl for your support?" he asked. "Third girl," I said.

"Who would be second girl?" he asked.

"Sita," I said.

He smiled.

"Doubtless Tupita believes Sita to be her ally," he said. "Yes, Master," I said.

"What do you think of Sita, for first girl?" he asked.

"She would not decline the post," I said.

"Would you speak for her?" he said.

"Yes," I said. "I speak for Sita." I kept my head down. I did not really want to be involved in these intrigues.

"What did she promise you?" he asked.

"The position of second girl," I said.

"Clearly, then," he said, "you would wish to support Sita over Tupita." "No, Master," I said.

"You favor Tupita then," he said.

"I speak in support for both," I said.

"There can only be one first girl," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"Whom do you favor?" he asked.

"Of the two, Tupita," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Sita is disloyal to Tupita," I said. "She betrays her. She pretends to be her friend, but is not."

"Do you think that Tupita, were their positions exchanged, would behave differently?" he asked.

"I do not know, Master," I said.

"And not because Tupita gave you a pastry?" he asked.

I looked at him, startled.

"I have had her whipped for it," he said. "She must want the position of first girl very badly, to risk stealing a pastry. To be sure, she doubtless did not expect to be found out."

"Master?" I asked.

"The missing pastry was noted by the kitchen master," he said. "Only Tupita, first girl, other than staff, and assigned kitchen slaves, had had access to the area before it had been seen to be missing. Her fingers, licked, had sugar on them. Crumbs were found the next morning in your kennel."

"I see," I said.

"She was given only five lashes," he said.

"Master is generous," I said. It could have been a thousand, or she could have been slain. She was only a slave.

"What do you think of Aynur?" he asked.

"I think she would be a good first girl," I said.

"Can you think of any better?" he asked.

"No, Master," I said.

"Apparently both Tupita and Sita wished to enlist your support in their cause," he said.

"I think each tried to speak to several of the girls," I said.

"To some extent," he said, "but not as much as you might think." "Oh?" I asked. That surprised me.

"Both apparently thought you might have influence with me," he said. "Do you think you have influence with me?" he asked.