Dancer of Gor

"Thank you, Master," I said. It was indeed my hope that he would do so again, and, indeed, put me in many different bonds, which, in their various ways, for various reasons, both physical and psychological, influence and condition the responses of the female.

He then removed the love chains from me, and tossed them to the side, among his things. He then, too, freed the neck chain from the tree, and then, in a moment, from my neck as well. He tossed the chain to the side, so that it lay with the love chains, among his things. He then lay back on the blankets, with his hands under his head. He looked up, at the moons. I knelt beside him. "I am not chained," I said.

He was silent.

"Are you not afraid I will escape?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"Do you want me to promise that I will not run away?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"A slave may not lie," I said. "She is not a free woman." interestingly, on Gor, as on Earth, morality, for the most part, was not required of free women. They might do much what they pleased. On the other hand, slaves had no such liberties at their disposal. As they are owned, such things as honesty and truthfulness are required of them. Indeed, it is commonly expected of the Gorean master that he will take steps to significantly improve the moral character of his slave. "Enter the blankets," he said. "Pull them up about us. The evening is cool." "Perhaps I will try to escape," I said.

"Do you think it would be wise to attempt to escape from a Gorean master?" he asked.

"No, Master," I said, frightened.

"And do you think it would be wise to attempt to escape from Teibar of Ar?" "No, Master," I said.

"Lie down, here," he said.

"There?" I asked. "Beside you?"

"Yes," he said. "Why?"

"I thought you might chain me at your feet, sleeping me there, like a sleen," I said.

"Perhaps later," he said.

I snuggled up, against him. how huge and mighty seemed his body, that of this magnificent, primitive male, on this barbaric, beautiful world, and how small and soft I seemed next to it.

"Master," I said.

"Yes," he said.

"You told me earlier, at the fire, that «he» was not coming," I said. "This relieved my anxieties. It assuaged my fear. I relaxed. I even bent forward." "Yes," he said.

"You used me to lure the beast in, to the attack," I said. "You tricked me. You used me without my knowledge. You used me without taking me into your confidence. You used me as a slave!"

"Yes," he said.

But, of course, I thought to myself, he had used me as a slave. I was a slave! "Master," I said.

"Yes," I said.

"Tela would seek out Aulus, overseer of the work camp of Ionicus, near Venna. She is his love slave. Do you think she found him?"

"it is possible," he said. "I do not know."

"But Ionicus owns her," I said.

"If the fellow Aulus is the overseer," said my master, "he is doubtless empowered to buy and sell slaves from the chain. Thus, if he wants her, it would not be difficult for him to purchase her. Probably no more would be required than the transfer of a sum between accounts.

"But what if she did not come into his power?" I asked.

"Then," he said," she had presumably been transported elsewhere, carried away in the chains of another, to a different fate, presumably never to see him again. She is, after all, only a slave."

"Yes, Master," I said. I was frightened. How much we were at the mercy of our masters! We were only slaves!

"Master," I said.

"Yes," he said.

"I am your slave," I said. "I am owned by you. You have total power over me." "Yes?" he said.

"Will you be gentle with me, and kind with me?" I asked.

"You are a slave," he said. "You will be treated precisely as it pleases me to treat you."

"Am I to be permitted clothing?" I asked.

"Only if it pleases me," he said.

"Am I to be often whipped?" I asked.

"When may a slave be whipped?" he asked.

"Whenever a master pleases," I said.

"That, then, he said, "is when you will be whipped, whenever a master pleases." "Yes, Master," I said. "Forgive me, Master."

"You are a cuddly slut," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I said.

"You are very female," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I said.

"Are there many women like you on Earth?" he asked.

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

"It is incredible that there should be any," he said, "given the depth and extensiveness of the masculinist conditioning programs to which they are subjected, the values they are trained to accept, the seeking of which is reinforced, the models they are encouraged to emulate, the images which are held forth for them to fulfill, the manifold enticements and rewards offered for male surrogation, the contempt in which love and service, and biological womanhood, are held. It is as though all the forces of communication, education and law had gone insane, with no better objective than to bring the sexes to ruin, destroy the human gene pool and doom the species.

"Only there, Master," I said. "Not here."