Norman, John - Gor 19 - Kajira of Gor.txt

by Kajira of Gor [lit]

  the chair.

  “I am now going to leash you,” he said. “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “Lift up your chin,” be said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said. I then felt the high, thick collar put about my neck,

  over the collar of Aemilianus. I could feel it snug under my chin. It was then

  snapped shut.

  “You are leashed,” he said. ‘Yes, Master,” I said.

  He then untied the sheet from the chair. I had not been freed of that bond until

  after I had been leashed. This sort of thing is almost second nature with

  Goreans in the tyings and chainings of slaves. This is reasonable, I suppose, at

  least in -many instances, that one security should be kept in effect until it

  has been replaced by another. He folded the sheet twice and dropped it beside

  the chair.

  “What is a woman in a slave leash doing on such a chair?” be asked.

  “Forgive me, Master,” I said. I did not leave the chair, however. I did not know

  what he wanted me to do

  “Slip from the chair now,” he said, “and go to all fours, and then, in this

  fashion, crawl ten feet away, and then turn and, in this fashion, face me.”

  I hastened to obey. Then, in a moment or two, I faced him on all fours, the

  leash dangling from the collar, its end, as I had crawled, and turned, in front

  of me, a few feet from the foot of the chair. He had now taken his place on the

  chair. How right he seemed there, how lordly and masterful.

  “You will note,” he said, “that you wear a common slave leash and collar. There

  is nothing unusual or valuable about them. The collar, for example, is neither

  set with sapphires nor is it trimmed with gold. The leash, similarly, is of

  plain, sturdy material. Both devices are quite ordinary, but, of course, quite

  efficient.”

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “It amuses me to put you in such common articles,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “You are now going to make as complete a circuit of the room as is practical,”

  he said. “You will, where practical, kiss the walls at the corners, on each side

  of the corner, about five horts from the corner and about ten horts from the

  floor. Where you come to chests or furniture, you will treat them as extensions

  of the wall, kissing them at the corners, and so on. You will then return

  exactly to your present position.”

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “You may now leave,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said. “Thank you, Master.” I then began my journey. The kissing

  of inanimate articles, such as a master’s sandals, or the tiles on which he has

  walked, is used in teaching a girl respect and reverence. There was something of

  this involved in his command, the having to kiss the walls of his room, the

  furniture there, and such, but the form ~f the command was presumably motivated

  primarily by the consideration that compliance with it would guarantee a full

  and adequate negotiation of the room’s interior perimeter.

  I was then, after a time, again where I had been before on all fours, some ten

  feet from his chair, facing him. The leash, dangling from my collar, was now

  trailing behind me, between my legs.

  “Lift your head,” he said.

  I did so.

  “Come forward five feet,” he said, “and keep your head up.”

  I complied.

  “Put your head down,” he said.

  I complied.

  “To your belly,” he said.

  I went to my belly.

  “Up again,” he said, “to all fours.,’

  I complied.

  “Lift your head,” he said.

  I did so.

  “It is pleasant to have the Tatrix of Corcyrus naked and on my leash,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “You may now bring me the end of the leash,” he said “-in your teeth.”

  ‘Yes, Master,” I said. I went back to the end of the leash and, putting down my

  head, to the tiles, picked it up in my teeth I then, on all fours, brought it;

  between my teeth, to Miles of Argentum.

  He took it from me. I looked up at him, from all fours.

  Does Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, beg to perform on her leash for Miles,

  general of Argentum?” he inquired-.

  Yes, Master,” I said.

  He stood up, then, and, with a snap, shook out the leash, and then, looping it

  drew it back a bit towards him. He would play it out, or draw it in, as it

  pleased him, varying his perspective, and my distance from him, as I squirmed,

  and writhed and posed, from as little as an inch or two to the full length of

  the leash, something in the neighborhood of a full fifteen feet.

  “Perform,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said, and performed.

  I performed as excitingly and seductively as possible.

  “More lewdly,” he would sometimes say, “more salaciously, more lasciviously!”

  “Yes, Master!” I would try, and try to please him even more.

  He kept me on the leash for at least twenty Ehn and, in the latter portion of

  this time, commanded me. It seemed as if he made me move, and posed me, in

  almost every way in which a strong male might desire to see a human female, and

  I, of course, must conform perfectly to his wishes on my leash. He even took me

  about the room and to his couch. He made me do such things as grind my belly

  against the wall of the room and throw myself, on my belly and. back, over the

  great storage chest, wooden and iron-banded, at one side of the room. I remember

  the feel of the wood and iron. Too, he permitted me, even ordered me, upon his

  couch, there to continue my performances. I must first, of course, kneel at the

  lower left side of the couch and kiss the covers before being permitted to creep

  upon it. Then he drew me from the couch to the floor at its foot, near the slave

  ring. With one hand he flung covers to the floor there, on the tiles.

  He then pointed to a place on the tiles, out from the covers but in front of

  them. “A free person has walked here,” he said. “Yes, Master,” I said. I then,

  kneeling, put down my head and kissed the indicated place three times.

  I looked up at him.

  “Orawi here,” he said, indicating a place at his feet. I did so.

  “You may now kiss my feet,” he said.

  I did so.

  “You may now beg to be used as a slave,” he said. “I beg to be used as a slave,

  Master,” I said.

  “Lie there,” he said, indicating a place by the covers, the slave ring, “on your

  back.”

  “Yes, Master, “ I said.

  He then knelt near me, and took the leash and tied about the slave ring. He left

  some four or five feet of lei between the collar ring and the slave ring. That

  would al. him the slack he might need to move me about if lie with kneeling me,

  say, with my head down, or throwing me to side or belly.

  He then knelt across my body and held my hands, by Wris
ts, helplessly down,

  above and to the sides of my head.

  “I greet you, Lady Sheila, Tatrix of Corcyrus,” he said.

  “Greetings, Master,” I said.

  “Struggle, squirm, attempt to escape,” he said.

  I struggled briefly, predictably futilely. “I cannot escape” I said.

  “Are you in the power of a man?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “Completely?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “You are completely in the power of what man?” he ask

  “I am completely in the power of Miles of Argentum” I said.

  “Long have I dreamed of having you in my power, said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “Are you the woman who begged to perform on a leash and then so performed?” he

  asked.

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “You did well,” he said.

  “Thank you, Master,” I said.

  “As I recall,” he said, “you also begged, kneeling, and a kissing my feet, to be

  used as a slave.”

  “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “It will be done with you as you requested,” he said.

  “Thank you, Master,” I said.

  He then released my hands and, changing his position, knelt on my right. He then

  began to touch me, artfully and deftly. After a moment or two I realized I would

  not, eventually, be able to resist him, eyen if he were to give me permission to

  try. His hands were sure. He knew what he was doing. It was only a matter of

  time. I lay there, helplessly, and felt my slave reflexes beginning to be

  triggered. I bit at the covers. I saw that he intended that I would yield to him

  as a sobbing, pleading, subdued slave. In this I saw that I was to be given no

  choice.

  “You are very lovely, Lady Sheila,” he said.

  “Thank you, Master,” I said.

  “And you have the reflexes of a female slave,” he said. “Yes, Master,” I said.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  I did not think it would be long now. I suddenly jerked back my body from ‘his

  touch.

  He had made it so sensitive. He did not cuff me, nor chide me, but, too, he did

  not give me quarter. He continued, not hurrying, patiently, relentlessly, with

  the process of reducing me to a man-dominated, orgasmic, conquered female slave.

  He now held me, his left hand at the small of my back, in place.

  I gritted my teeth. What men can do to us, I thought, angrily. Then I wanted

  only to feel, beggingly, piteously.

  Then again, desperately, I strove to resist. The high, black, leather collar cut

  at the bottom of my chin.

  I could feel the tiles beneath the covers. I had not been granted the dignity of

  the couch’s surface I would be had at its foot, by the slave ring.

  I squirmed. I looked at the slave ring. The leash on my. neck ran to it, and was

  tied to it.

  I was leashed!

  I felt his hands.

  I must resist! I must resist!

  “Oh, please, Master,” I wept, “let me yield to you as a conquered slave!”

  “I beg to yield to you!” I wept.

  “In time,” he said. “In time.”

  The beast! The beast! I would show him! I would resist him! I would refuse to

  feel! I would not let him do this to me!

  “Please have pity on me, Master!” I cried. “I acknowledge that I have been

  conquered. I am vanquished! I am now yours, and as you want me, as a slave,

  fully! I beg now only to be permitted to yield to you abjectly and shamelessly.

  Let me tender to you now the helpless surrender of an orgasmic slave!”

  Who was it who cried out so shamelessly, so helplessly and brazenly for a

  master’s mercy? And I realized that she who cried out was I.

  “Please, Master”’ I whimpered, sobbing, surrendered wholly then one with myself,

  and. wholly at his mercy “Please, Master. Please!”

  “Does Lady Sheila, the lofty and proud Tatrix of Corcyrus desire to yield to me

  as a slave?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master,” I moaned. “I beg it! I beg it!”

  He then entered me suddenly and fiercely.

  I clutched him.

  “Please!” I whispered.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  After a few minutes I again begged for his permission to yield. “Not yet,” he

  said. I moaned. He, by varying hi rhythms and movements, brought me again and

  again to the point of yielding, and then stopped short, letting me go back a

  greater or lesser distance, and then bringing me forward, one speed or another,

  again. In this he not only showed h power over me but took much pleasure from

  me.

  “It is pleasant to enjoy the Tatrix of Corcyrus,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” I sobbed, bitterly.

  Yet I could not deny that he was forcing me, too, to experience much pleasure,

  its nature and amount depended completely on his will.

  A quarter of an Ahn must have passed.

  Then again, for I do not know what time, he brought if to a point of almost

  unbearable tension.

  “You may now yield, Lady Sheila,” he said, “as you have begged, as a slave.”

  “Thank you, Master!” I cried, and threw my head back elation and gratitude, and

  freed myself of feeling, and, as He mastered me, cried out my slave’s submission

  to him.

  Afterwards he stood up and looked down, regarding me “It is pleasant to have had

  the Tatrix of Corcyrus,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” I said. I lay, had, at his feet.

  He then crouched down, next to me, and rolled me ton stomach. He then jerked my

  hands behind my back and casually braceleted me. “You will spend the night

  braceleted,” He Informed me. “Yes, Master,” I said. He then shackled my left

  ankle and chained me, by means of it, to the slave ring at the foot of his

  couch. He then unlocked the leash collar and freed me of it and the leash. These

  articles, with the key, he then replaced in one of the chests at the side of the

  room. He then took most of the covers and threw them back on the couch. He did,

  leave me a sheet on the tiles. I lay on half of it. The other half, folded, he

  threw over me. He then retired.

  Toward morning, in the early hours, he summoned me to his bed and again made use

  of me. I knelt beside the bed, kissed the covers and crawled into it. He knelt

  me and turned me about, and pushed my head down. He was quick with me. He was

  half asleep. I suppose I should have been grateful that I was permitted the

  honor of the couch. I do not think he, half asleep, wished to’ leave it. He did

  not bother unbraceleting me. Then, with his foot, when lie was finished, he

  thrust me from the couch. At the foot of the couch, on the tiles, with my teeth;

  I readjusted the sheet about me, as I could. I then lay there, wide-eyed, for a

  time, not sleeping.

  How far I was from my small apartment, from the perfume counter in the

  department store on Long Islan
d. That mercenary little chit was now, on this

  natural world, a braceleted slave at the foot of a man’s couch. No longer, now,

  was she, in the prerogatives of freedom, permitted to give men nothing, or

  frustration now she must serve them with perfection and provide them, to the

  best of her ability, at their merest whim, with fantastic pleasures. At least

  now, I thought, I am good for something.

  How casually Miles of Argentum had just used me! But I did not object, for I was

  a slave. This form of casual, use, this off-handed employment of us, while

  perhaps inappropriate for a free woman, was acceptable for a slave. We did not

  have to be the subject of elaborate and tiresome preparations and pretenses, of

  complex rituals of attention and respect. We could, at times, be mere

  conveniences to the master, and, in this, too, we find something honest,

  natural, straightforward and lovely. There are times when the master simply

  wants us, and now. At such times, too, as we are slaves, it pleases us to serve.

  To be sure, the use to which Miles of Argentum had just subjected me, and I was

  well aware of this, had not been merely casual, a simple convenience use. It

  had, too, been a spurning use. Though he had not spoken to me, save to summon me

  imperiously to him, I had little doubt that he was still thinking of me in terms

  of Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus. What a rich joke on the proud Tatrix! What a

  splendid lesson for the captured sovereign, to be subjected to a mere

  convenience use in the early morning, and then to be spurned to her place at a

  slave ring. But even so I did not object. Something in the woman of me responded

  to the masterful authority in this treatment. It made clear to me, once again,

  the delicious, terrible domination to which I was subject on Gor. I wanted men

  to be my superiors and masters, as they were on Gor. I wanted to be owned by

  them, as I was on Gor. I wanted to love them, and obey them, as I had to,

  without choice, on Gor.

  I thought of Miles of Argentum.

  How skillful he was at teaching a woman her slavery. How well he had put me

  through my paces on the leash, and then later in his arms. And, but moments ago,

  he had simply ordered me to him and had then, wordlessly, before taking me,

  positioned me precisely as he wanted me, my head even down.

  I considered my compliance with his wishes and desires. I had obeyed him

  perfectly. I would not have dared to do otherwise, of course. He was not a man