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merchandise but the girl who is displaying the merchandise. She might truly be
terrified if she understood that it was she herself he intended to own, and,
in fact, was going to own, she the exhibitor of the merchandise as well as
she, the merchandise exhibited. Goreans, as I
have mentioned, are interested in owning the whole woman, in all her
sweetness, depth, complexity and individu ality. They, and their whips and
chains, settle for nothing less. To think of the imbonded woman as a slave
object is in one sense quite correct, but, in another sense, it is a
perversion of, and a failure to understand, the intimate and beautiful
relations which can exist between masters and slaves.
The girl now, in all her helplessness, in all her desperation, in all her
sensual splendor, was dancing not aspects or attributes of her beauty before
her master, but was dancing her own passions, her own needs and desires, her
own piteous, needful, beautiful, intimate and personal self before him.
There were no restraints, no reservations, no compromises, no divisions or
distinctions. Her needs were as exposed as her c'Dared body. She danced
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herself before her master.
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The music swirled to its climax and Peggy, turning, flung herself to her back
on the tiles before Callimachus of Port Cos. As the music struck its last,
rousing note, she arched her back, and flexed her legs, and looked back at
him, her right arm extended piteously back towards him.
Callimachus, sweating, overcome, trembling, fists clenched, rose to his feet.
He looked down at the supine slave, sweating, her breasts heaving, at his
feet.
"She is, of course, yours," said Tasdron. "Jason and I thought you might find
her of interest."
"Bring me binding fiber! cried Callimachus, throatily, joyfully. "I must tie
her!
Lola fled from the table to search out binding fiber and, in a moment,
returned to the table and knelt before Callimachus, head down, handing him a
generous length of soft, silken, scarlet binding fiber. In another moment,
Peggy, wincing, had been helplessly trussed, hand and foot, on the tiles.
"Escape!" ordered Callimachus.
"I cannot, Master! cried the girl, struggling futilely. "You have tied me too
well. I am
helpless!
"Escape!" commanded Callimachus.
"I cannot," wept the girl, "nor do I wish to, Master!
I turned her over and examined the knots on her wrists and ankles, and then
put her again on her back. "The knots are excellent," I said. "She has been
securely bound. She is a well-tied slave.
She cannot free herself."
Callimachus then cried out with joy and went to Tasdron, whom he embraced. He
then came to me and seized my hand, and then embraced me, too, weeping. "My
thanks," said Callimachus. "My thanks to you both!
In his joy he had immediately tied the slave. He had waited not a moment
longer than necessary to put her in his bonds. The practical and symbolic
significance of binding the woman is, I
gather, clear to all. It is a joyful, meaningful way of demonstrating power
over the slave, and showing that she, in effect, belongs to you. It is a
thrilling, exciting act for the master who binds, and for the helpless,
dominated slave, who finds herself bound. "He who ties a woman owns her," is a
Gorean saying. To be sure, strictly, a woman might find herself tied by a man
who does not own her legally, but even in such a case, she will experience
herself as being owned in a rather practical and significant sense, that
sense, namely, in which she is completely at his mercy and under his control,
that sense in which he may do with her as he pleases. Consider then the joy of
binding when the master knows that he literally, and legally, owns the woman
he binds; and she knows that she is the full and legal property, with no hope
of escape or rescue, of the one who binds her.
Callimachus looked down at the bound slave. "From the first instant I saw
you," he said, "I
wanted you as my slave."
"And from the first instant I saw you, my Master! cried the girl, looking up
at him, "I was
your slave!"
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And then he reached down and seized her and, holding her by the upper arms,
before him, she unable to stand, as she was bound, he began to cover her face
and mouth, and throat, and breasts, with kisses.
"Oh, Master," begged Florence, "please take me home, and use me! Please, my
Master, take me home, and use me!"
"It has been a pleasant evening," grinned Miles of Vonda, rising to his feet.
We all rose.
"I shall call you 'Peggy," said Callimachus to his new slave. "It is a superb
name for an Earth-
girl slave."
"Yes, Master!" she said. "I am Peggy. I am Peggy!"
Tasdron signaled to the musicians, that they might now leave, and, quietly,
not calling attention to themselves, they began to gather together their
various instruments and other paraphernalia.
"Come, Slave. Step quickly. Off with the garment," said
Aemilianus to the voluptuous slave, who had been Shirley, whipping out the
binding strap I
had given him earlier.
Quickly she ran to him, stripped off the yellow gauze she had worn, turned her
back to him and crossed her wrists. He then tied her wrists behind her back.
"May you get much service and joy from her," I said.
"I shall," he said, "if she wishes to live."
The girl trembled, and there was much laughter about the table.
"What will you call her?" I asked.
"'Shirley'," said he. "That is an excellent name"
"An Earth-girl name! laughed Glyco, meaningfully.
"You are Shirley," said Aemilianus to the slave.
"Yes, Master," she said. "I am Shirley." She trembled, her wrists helplessly
confined in the loops of the binding strap.
She had been given an Earth girl name. She then realized just how perfect and
complete would be the slavery to which she would be subjected in the house of
Aemilianus. It would be a slavery at least analogous to that in which an Earth
girl is held in a Gorean house. It was little wonder, then, that, hear ing her
new name, she had trembled in terror.
"Oh!" cried Lola, wincing, standing with her back to Calliodorus. He had tied
her wrists behind her back.
He then turned her to face him. "Do you object, Lady Lola, of Port Cos?" he
asked.
"I am not the Lady Lola, of Port Cos," she said. "I am only your lowly slave."
"Do not forget it," he said, lifting her head up with his fingers and, bending
down, kissing her gently on the lips.
"No, Master," she whispered.
The last of the musicians had now filed from the house. I thought they had
been superb. I
would later, in a few days, send a tip for them to the tavern of Tasdron.
I glanced at the small, dark-haired slave. I expected that I would be spending
the next few days muchly in the house. She, watching Calliodorus and Lola, did
not realize that I had glanced upon her. That, I suspected, was just as well.
Such heat and desire as might have been revealed in even so casual a glance
might have frightened her. She would learn soon enough, lovely little collared
beast, what it was, fully, on Gor, to be a master's slave.
I saw that Calliunachus had now removed the binding fiber from Peggy, with
which he had so joyfully asserted his power over her, that he might bind her
and make her helpless, and his ownership over her, that she was his to so bind
and to so make helpless. She was on her knees before him, kissing at his feet
and weeping. "Do you have another binding strap," asked Callimachus,
sheepishly, "something to take her home in?"
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merchandise but the girl who is displaying the merchandise. She might truly be
terrified if she understood that it was she herself he intended to own, and,
in fact, was going to own, she the exhibitor of the merchandise as well as
she, the merchandise exhibited. Goreans, as I
have mentioned, are interested in owning the whole woman, in all her
sweetness, depth, complexity and individu ality. They, and their whips and
chains, settle for nothing less. To think of the imbonded woman as a slave
object is in one sense quite correct, but, in another sense, it is a
perversion of, and a failure to understand, the intimate and beautiful
relations which can exist between masters and slaves.
The girl now, in all her helplessness, in all her desperation, in all her
sensual splendor, was dancing not aspects or attributes of her beauty before
her master, but was dancing her own passions, her own needs and desires, her
own piteous, needful, beautiful, intimate and personal self before him.
There were no restraints, no reservations, no compromises, no divisions or
distinctions. Her needs were as exposed as her c'Dared body. She danced
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herself before her master.
6
The music swirled to its climax and Peggy, turning, flung herself to her back
on the tiles before Callimachus of Port Cos. As the music struck its last,
rousing note, she arched her back, and flexed her legs, and looked back at
him, her right arm extended piteously back towards him.
Callimachus, sweating, overcome, trembling, fists clenched, rose to his feet.
He looked down at the supine slave, sweating, her breasts heaving, at his
feet.
"She is, of course, yours," said Tasdron. "Jason and I thought you might find
her of interest."
"Bring me binding fiber! cried Callimachus, throatily, joyfully. "I must tie
her!
Lola fled from the table to search out binding fiber and, in a moment,
returned to the table and knelt before Callimachus, head down, handing him a
generous length of soft, silken, scarlet binding fiber. In another moment,
Peggy, wincing, had been helplessly trussed, hand and foot, on the tiles.
"Escape!" ordered Callimachus.
"I cannot, Master! cried the girl, struggling futilely. "You have tied me too
well. I am
helpless!
"Escape!" commanded Callimachus.
"I cannot," wept the girl, "nor do I wish to, Master!
I turned her over and examined the knots on her wrists and ankles, and then
put her again on her back. "The knots are excellent," I said. "She has been
securely bound. She is a well-tied slave.
She cannot free herself."
Callimachus then cried out with joy and went to Tasdron, whom he embraced. He
then came to me and seized my hand, and then embraced me, too, weeping. "My
thanks," said Callimachus. "My thanks to you both!
In his joy he had immediately tied the slave. He had waited not a moment
longer than necessary to put her in his bonds. The practical and symbolic
significance of binding the woman is, I
gather, clear to all. It is a joyful, meaningful way of demonstrating power
over the slave, and showing that she, in effect, belongs to you. It is a
thrilling, exciting act for the master who binds, and for the helpless,
dominated slave, who finds herself bound. "He who ties a woman owns her," is a
Gorean saying. To be sure, strictly, a woman might find herself tied by a man
who does not own her legally, but even in such a case, she will experience
herself as being owned in a rather practical and significant sense, that
sense, namely, in which she is completely at his mercy and under his control,
that sense in which he may do with her as he pleases. Consider then the joy of
binding when the master knows that he literally, and legally, owns the woman
he binds; and she knows that she is the full and legal property, with no hope
of escape or rescue, of the one who binds her.
Callimachus looked down at the bound slave. "From the first instant I saw
you," he said, "I
wanted you as my slave."
"And from the first instant I saw you, my Master! cried the girl, looking up
at him, "I was
your slave!"
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And then he reached down and seized her and, holding her by the upper arms,
before him, she unable to stand, as she was bound, he began to cover her face
and mouth, and throat, and breasts, with kisses.
"Oh, Master," begged Florence, "please take me home, and use me! Please, my
Master, take me home, and use me!"
"It has been a pleasant evening," grinned Miles of Vonda, rising to his feet.
We all rose.
"I shall call you 'Peggy," said Callimachus to his new slave. "It is a superb
name for an Earth-
girl slave."
"Yes, Master!" she said. "I am Peggy. I am Peggy!"
Tasdron signaled to the musicians, that they might now leave, and, quietly,
not calling attention to themselves, they began to gather together their
various instruments and other paraphernalia.
"Come, Slave. Step quickly. Off with the garment," said
Aemilianus to the voluptuous slave, who had been Shirley, whipping out the
binding strap I
had given him earlier.
Quickly she ran to him, stripped off the yellow gauze she had worn, turned her
back to him and crossed her wrists. He then tied her wrists behind her back.
"May you get much service and joy from her," I said.
"I shall," he said, "if she wishes to live."
The girl trembled, and there was much laughter about the table.
"What will you call her?" I asked.
"'Shirley'," said he. "That is an excellent name"
"An Earth-girl name! laughed Glyco, meaningfully.
"You are Shirley," said Aemilianus to the slave.
"Yes, Master," she said. "I am Shirley." She trembled, her wrists helplessly
confined in the loops of the binding strap.
She had been given an Earth girl name. She then realized just how perfect and
complete would be the slavery to which she would be subjected in the house of
Aemilianus. It would be a slavery at least analogous to that in which an Earth
girl is held in a Gorean house. It was little wonder, then, that, hear ing her
new name, she had trembled in terror.
"Oh!" cried Lola, wincing, standing with her back to Calliodorus. He had tied
her wrists behind her back.
He then turned her to face him. "Do you object, Lady Lola, of Port Cos?" he
asked.
"I am not the Lady Lola, of Port Cos," she said. "I am only your lowly slave."
"Do not forget it," he said, lifting her head up with his fingers and, bending
down, kissing her gently on the lips.
"No, Master," she whispered.
The last of the musicians had now filed from the house. I thought they had
been superb. I
would later, in a few days, send a tip for them to the tavern of Tasdron.
I glanced at the small, dark-haired slave. I expected that I would be spending
the next few days muchly in the house. She, watching Calliodorus and Lola, did
not realize that I had glanced upon her. That, I suspected, was just as well.
Such heat and desire as might have been revealed in even so casual a glance
might have frightened her. She would learn soon enough, lovely little collared
beast, what it was, fully, on Gor, to be a master's slave.
I saw that Calliunachus had now removed the binding fiber from Peggy, with
which he had so joyfully asserted his power over her, that he might bind her
and make her helpless, and his ownership over her, that she was his to so bind
and to so make helpless. She was on her knees before him, kissing at his feet
and weeping. "Do you have another binding strap," asked Callimachus,
sheepishly, "something to take her home in?"
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