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The complete ownership and control of slaves on Gor
Putting a slave through her paces All power is with the Master The slave thus strives to be pleasing enough that her Master will keep her I considered the unilaterality of the master/slave relationship. All power is with the master. This, of course, has its effect upon the slave. Let her strive to be such that her master will keep her. Magicians A full, complete slavery arouses a slave " 'Do you think you will have an easy slavery with me?' he asked. 'No, Master,' she said. 'You are right,' he said. 'Your slavery will be a full slavery.' 'I desire no other,' she said, turning her head to face him. I could smell the heat of her." Explorers Slave responds to being choiceless, overpowered "I am a slave girl. I live to be the obedient, grateful, vunerable object of such lust and power. I have always dreamed of it. I wish to be choiceless, to be overpowered, and made to serve." Magicians "Being a slave is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence. There is a great deal more to it than simply serving a master on the furs." Players Whether a girl may wear clothing is solely at the Masters discretion She strives to be pleasing enough to deserve it I regarded the girl. In warmer seasons, or warmer areas, one may take one's time in making the decision as to whether or not a female is to be permitted clothing. Some masters keep their slaves naked for a year or more. The girl is grateful when, and if, she is permitted clothing, be it only a bit of cloth or some rag or other. Mercenaries Whether a slave is allowed to eat or not is completely in the masters control In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control. Guardsman Slaves are fed if they have been pleasing Control of food is used to encourage a girl to strive desperately to please I was hungry, and it was now dusk. "When do we eat? I asked Ute. "After the masters," said Ute, referring to the guards in the plural, "if we please them." "If we please them?" I asked. "I am always fed," said Lana. "Do not fear," said Ute, laughing at me, "you are white silk!" I looked down. "You will please them," Ute reassured me. "We all will. Why do you think they asked for us?" "Perhaps we should have eaten in the food line," I said. "And be beaten?" asked Lana. "No," I said, confused. "A hungry girl often serves better," said Ute. Then she laughed at me. "Do not fear," she said. "If they like you, they will throw you food." Captive Slaves, unable to eat unless given food by their masters, are acutely aware that when they are not fed - they have not been pleasing Few things so impress a mans dominance on a slave as control of her food Girls who strive to be pleasing and are pleasing are fed Girls who are not, are not Much depends on the man; the will of the girl counts for nothing. In some dwellings a girl must, before the evening meal, hand her plate to the man; he will then, normally, return it to her; if she has not been completely pleasing to him, on the other hand, she may not be fed that night. Control of a girl’s food not only permits the intelligent regulation of her caloric intake but provides an excellent instrument for keeping her in line; control the food, control the girl. Food control, for the man, also has unexpected rewards. Few things so impress a man’s dominance on her, or her dependence upon him, than the control of her food. So simple a thing thrills her to the core. It makes her eager to please him as a slave girl. Slave Girl Food sometimes withheld simply to remind a girl on whom she depends for her very life Or to encourage her to strive even harder Crusts of bread did I throw to the boards before her. It was slave bread, rough and coarse-grained. The beauty ate it eagerly. She had not known if she was to be fed that day. Sometimes the slave is not fed. This might occur for aesthetic reasons, as, for example, if her measurements, which are generally carefully kept, should minutely depart from her master's conception of her ideal curvatures; sometimes merely to remind her of on whom she depends, totally, for her very life, sometimes as a training or disciplinary measure; sometimes merely to startle or puzzle her. What has she done? She is not told. Has she not been sufficiently pleasing? She is not told. The girl, frightened, anxious, redoubles her efforts to please in all the thousand spheres of her slavery, intellectual, physical and imaginative; no master, it is said, who has not denied his girl food knows her; pleasant indeed are the surprises which such a fellow, who thought hitherto he knew his girl, upon the completion of the simple experiment, receives; the girl's wits are sharpened; she becomes resourceful, helpless, desperate, attentive, inventive; "Feed me, Master," she begs. "Feed me!" at the conclusion of such an experiment, when she is fed, it is always, kneeling naked, from his hand. The lesson is not soon forgotten. Few things so impress the dominance of a male on a woman, and her dependence on him, as his control of her food. This dominance, provided it is absolute, thrills a woman to the core. Tribesmen Masters often know their slaves deeply This knowledge of his slave puts her more at his mercy He may exploit her weaknesses and manipulate her feelings in his mastery of her, giving him greater power over her It is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife; the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the dispositions of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy; by making it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the helpless condition of slavery, it gives him greater power over her. For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies: if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten; too, she may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these, too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive; these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar; Tribesmen "Comb your hair," said a man, bringing out a box of wooden combs, "and then you will be fed." We took the combs and knelt, letting the blankets fall about our waist, and combed our hair. I think it pleased the men to see us do this. Gorean men relish women, and enjoy watching them, even in the performance of such simple, homely acts as combing their hair. To be sure, we were bare-breasted, and slaves, and obeying. We had not been asked to form a combing circle, probably because they were willing to permit us to remain in the vicinity of the fire. There were too few of us to circumscribe the fire. We would have had to withdraw from the fire, or most of us. In the combing circle we kneel in a circle, each girl combing the hair of the girl in front of her. Making us comb our hair before we were fed, incidentally, is typical of the manner in which Gorean men treat female slaves. The woman is to be presentable and beautiful, before she is permitted food. How much darker, I noted, did my hair, and that of the other brunets look, when it was wet. The combs were of yellow wood, and had long teeth. The entire comb, including the teeth, was about five inches square. There are various hairdos in which such combs are worn in the hair. usually, however, the hair of slaves is worn long, and loose, or confined only in some simple way, as with a ribbon or woolen fillet. Some masters like the ponytail hairdo on a slave, which, on Gor, is usually spoken of as the "leash," or "hair leash," for, by it, a girl may be conveniently seized and controlled. Upswept hairdos are usually reserved for free women, or high slaves. They are a hairdo of that sort to a slave is the master's pleasure in undoing it, in loosening it, thus reminding even the high slave that in his arms, ultimately, she, the high slave, is yet a slave, and as much or more than the lowest girl in the most remote village. The loosening of a woman's hair on Gor in an extremely sensuous, meaningful act. "Who loosens her hair?" is a way of asking, in effect, who owns her. Dancer Struck with a whip when not standing beautifully The slave is shown that she is, in a way, important - she is to be beautiful and nothing less will be accepted from her The back of my calves, where I had been struck, now felt better. That had really been foolish of me, standing in a slovenly manner in the coffle, when there might have been men about, and indeed, had been one, and with a whip. That I had been lashed, however, showed me that I was, in a way, important, and that men cared about me. I was a female. I made some sort of difference to them. They were genuinely interested in females, and liked them, and were concerned with them. They wanted us to be as charming and beautiful as we could be, and would, frankly, hold us accountable for such things. Dancer Reminded utterly that he controls her I cuffed her, backhanded, striking her from her position to her side on the love furs. She looked up at me from the furs, her eyes wide, blood at her mouth. Then she resumed the position of the pleasure slave. "Last night," she said. "Did it mean nothing? Surely you love me!" "Be silent, Slave," I said. "Yes, Master," she said I picked up the whip. "Am I to be whipped?" she asked. "If it pleases me," I said. "Yes, Master," she said. I held the whip to her mouth, its blades folded back. She kissed it, and shuddered, and I placed it on the couch. I slid the bronze pot toward her, across the tiles, to where, going to the end of her chain, she might reach it. "Relieve yourself," I told her, "facing me." "Yes, Master," she said and, backing toward the pot, and squatting over it, she did so. I enjoyed making her perform this simple, homely act is my presence. "I am a slave, aren't I?" she asked. "Yes,` I said. I then slid the pot to the side of the room, and gave her a pan of water and a rag, with which she might freshen herself. When she had done this I put the pan and the rag to one side. She then knelt again in the position of the pleasure slave, on the furs, the heavy chain dangling between her breasts, and then lying over her left thigh, thence descending to the furs and lifting to the slave ring. "Good morning," I said to her. "Good morning, Master," she said. Guardsman I held a date before her, and she leaned forward, stretching her chained neck to reach it, and I drew it back. She then knelt back again, on her heels. Whether she were to receive the date or not was my decision I then gave it to her, putting it in her mouth. "My Master feeds me," she whispered. "The slave is grateful." I then put a shallow porcelain bowl of water on the floor, and pointed to it. She drank from it on her hands and knees, lapping from it, as a she-sleen. "My Master waters me," she said, looking at me, from her hands and knees, the chain hanging from the collar on her neck. "A slave is grateful." In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control. Guardsman Men take great joy in the slaves that they own " 'Do masters much talk with their girls, or take them with them?' she asked. 'Certainly,' I said. 'It is extremely pleasurable to talk with a girl one owns. Also, one takes her many places, she heeling him, to concerts, contests, song dramas and so on, both to show her off and because he finds her a joy to be with.' 'I think I could well serve such a master,' she said." Beasts gorean_librarian@yahoo.com 
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