| “What did Grunt, who is your master, the fellow in the broad-brimmed hat, call you?” I asked.
“‘Wicincala’,” she said, “which means ‘Girl’, and ‘Amomona’, which means ‘Baby’ or ‘Doll’.” “I see,” I said. I myself prefer the application of such expressions not to slaves, but to pretentious free women, to remind them that they, in spite of their freedom, are only women. They are useful, by the way, in making a free woman uneasy, their use suggesting to her that perhaps the male is considering shortly enslaving her. In speaking to a slave I prefer expressions such as ‘Slave’ or ‘Slave Girl’, or the girl’s name itself, she understanding clearly, of course, that it is only a slave name. Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 230 – 231 I well understood, now, why free women could not be permitted to see such a dance. It was the dance of a slave. How horrified, how scandalized, they would have been. Better that they not even know such things could exist. Such dances, that such things could be, are doubtless best kept as the secrets of masters and slaves. Too, how furious, how outraged, they would be, to see how beautiful, how exciting and desirable another woman could be, a thousand times more beautiful, exciting and desirable than themselves, and one who was naught but a slave. But then how could any free woman compete with a slave, one who is truly mastered and owned? Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 42 A free woman, understandably, cannot even begin to compete with a female slave for a man’s love. That is perhaps another reason why free women so hate their vulnerable, imbonded sisters. If a free woman would assure herself of her man’s love she could not do better than, in effect, become his slave. She can beg of him, if she senses in herself the true bondage of love, an enslavement ceremony, in which she proclaims herself, and becomes, his slave. In their most secret and intimate relations thereafter she lives and loves as his slave. If a woman fears to do this she may, on an experimental basis, resort to limited self-contracting, in which her documents will contain stated termination dates. Thus, by her own free will, she becomes a slave for a specific period, ranging usually from an evening to a year. The woman enters into this arrangement freely; she cannot, of course, withdraw from it in the same way. The reason for this is clear. As soon as the words are spoken, or her signature is placed on the pertinent document, or document, she is no longer a free person. She is then only a slave, an animal, no longer with any legal powers whatsoever. She is, then, until the completion of the contractual period, until the expiration date of the arrangement, totally subject to the will of her master. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 101 – 102 “In what way,” I asked, “could a slave girl possibly have more power than a free woman?” She smiled. She lowered her head, demurely. “Some men,” she said, “find us attractive.” “That is true,” I said. How unpretentiously, and delicately, she had put this point. I could not help, in spite of myself, but agree with her. How could the capacity of a free woman to stimulate male desire even begin to compare with that of the female slave? The female slave, in her helplessness, her vulnerability and beauty, is the most exciting and desirable of all females. Even to look upon one can drive a man mad with passion. . . . “I can see,” I said, “that the female slave, in her beauty, may possess, upon occasion, at least, some meager particle of power which does not appertain to the free woman.” . . . “But how,” I asked, “in what other way, other than in possible attractiveness and desirability, could a slave have more power than a free woman?” “If one can do things another cannot, and if one is permitted to do things which another, in effect, could not, then, I suppose, one has, in a sense, powers which the other does not.” “I see,” I said. “Powers in the sense of capacities and permissions.” “Yes,” she said. “Slave girls, for example, can, and must, do things and perform acts, superbly, lovingly and unquestioningly, which would be forbidden to free women, or unthinkable for them. Indeed, some of the performances expected of slave girls, and some of the services rendered by them to their masters, are doubtless beyond even the ken of our ignorant free sisters. They probably do not even suspect their nature.” “They may suspect,” I smiled. The liberties, in certain senses, permitted to slave girls doubtless constituted an additional reason why free women so hated and envied them. The free woman, in a sense, is paradoxical. She professes to despise the slave girl; she professes to loathe her and hold her in contempt; but, too, obviously, she is almost insanely jealous of her. Can it be that she, too, in her secret heart, wishes to kneel before a man, naked and in his collar, totally subject to his will? “But some of the things they probably do not even know of,” she said. “That is probably true,” I said. It was true that free women tended to be somewhat naive and ignorant. Some of them, at any rate, when enslaved, seemed quite startled to discover the nature of some of the even routine performances and services that would now be expected of them. “Too,” said the girl, “we are better at certain things than free women, such as serving and pleasing men.” “That is true,” I said. The docility, deference and perfection of a slave girl’s service are legendary. They had better be. She is owned. Too, the intimate and fantastic pleasures they can give men are well known, at least among free men. “Too,” she said, “we are permitted to act in certain ways in which I think it would be unlikely that a free woman could, or would, act.” Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 104 – 106 Page22 |