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of food and such, as may be within her province, or by performing portions of
the other's labors, and so on. Indeed, much of the chitchat of slave girls, in
their gatherings, has to do, in one way or another, with the pleasing of
masters."
It is in our best interest to fulfill our duties well," she said.
"But the best trainers you will have," I said, "will be your particular
masters, and yourself. There is a specific magic, so to speak, and chemistry,
between each master and each slave. Each master is different, and, so, too,
deliciously, is each Slave. Each master will train his own girl according to
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his own interests and tastes, and each girl, in the private and intimate
context of the particular master/slave relation, by means of her intelligence
and imagination, owned, will train herself to be his special slave,
specifically and personally."
"I understand, Master," she said.
"But, even given the uniqueness of each bondage relation," I said, "there are
still certain common denominators in all such relations, which must not be
lost sight of, such as the legal status of the slave, that she is, ultimately,
only an article of property, that she is liable to discipline and punishment,
and that she is totally subject to the will of the master."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"But beyond this," I said, "Beyond the concern with an individual master, you
will learn, more generally, how to be pleasing to men. You may be sold to a
stranger, or given to one, or fall into the hands of a stranger, or group of
strangers. You may know little or nothing of your master, or masters, other
than the fact that he holds total power over you, and he may know little or
nothing of you, other than the fact that your lovely hide is marked with the
brand of the female slave. You thus begin again, anew, your struggle to
convince a master that there may be some point in keeping you about, that
there may be some point in putting a bit of gruel in a bowl, or hollowed
stone, for you, or thrusting a crust of bread in your mouth. You attempt to
convince him of this, of course, even though he is unknown to you, even though
he is a total stranger to you, by serving him, and superbly, as a female
slave. Do you understand what I am saying?
"Yes, Master," she said, "that I must learn, in general, how to be pleasing to
men."
"Yes," I said, "this any slave girl must learn, such things as the kisses, the
touches, the squirmings, the thousand submissions."
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"But, do not fear," I said, "Such modalities are not learned in vain. They
will be required of you even by a love master, and, indeed, he will doubtless
require them from you with a harshness, an amplitude and exactness far beyond
that of a more casual owner."
"But, why, Master?" she asked.
"Because you are," I said, "in the final analysis, as he will wish you to
remember, only his slave. Too, do you think he would require less from you, a
love slave, than from some more common girl chained at his feet?"
"No, Master," she said.
"Are you silent?" I asked.
"It seems strange to think of serving a love master with the same
proficiencies with which I must serve any other man, as a mere slave," she
said.
"Your skills and talents are surely as much, or more, at his disposal, as they
are at the disposal of any other male," I said.
"True," she said.
"Do you object?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said. "I would want to serve my love master, to the best of
my ability, with whatever skills or talents I might have."
"And he would see that you do so," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said. Suddenly she sobbed.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"I am so frightened," she said. "This world terrifies me, and on it I am only
a naked slave. I do not know what to do. I am afraid. I am so ignorant. I
know nothing. I am so frightened. I am only a slave."
"You speak truly, ignorant slave," I said. Did she expect me to comfort her?
She turned her head to the side, and laid her left cheek on the blankets at my
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feet. "Please put your foot on my neck, Master," she said.
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