01 First day: 21 new slavegirls for transportation

I woke up, lying uncomfortably on the cool stone floor. I looked around quite numbly, my whole body felt strangely relaxed. For a few seconds I felt quite weak, but then my muscles started to firm up. I sat up, brushing my long blonde hair back behind my ears as best I could. Where were my clothes ?. Where were my bags ?. In fact where was I ?. I slowly remembered the contract. I was being paid a not inconsiderable sum to come here & chronicle a place called Gor. A world known only by rumour and fantasy. Where men were dominant & the women submissive and happy. It sounded disturbing, perverted, but intriguing. Apparently, or is that allegedly,  the women who came here were happy & fulfilled. Although I suspect the men would say that wouldn’t they. Nonetheless I had been given my first and very lucrative journalism assignment. To write an account of this place from a womans  perspective. The perspective of a modern woman. I was a student on earth so this assignment was very appealing. Frankly I had felt privileged to be asked. And the men who approached me, had been very charming and ruggedly handsome. Strangely I had felt vulnerable and safe with them,  complimented by the fact that they evidently found me attractive and intelligent. The prospective adventure, and the money were too much too refuse.      

I had been whisked away in a limousine to a secret location & transported through one of the ‘doorways’ as they were called. That was the last thing I remember before waking up here. I looked round the small room. It was totally devoid of furniture, or windows Even the heavy wooden door was difficult to make out at first. So well fitting was it to the walls. Also it had no handle on this side, or keyhole. It felt like a cell. It had been hinted to me that under special circumstances women were selected for their suitability, if not their initial willingness to be brought here. Although later they would accept their circumstances. It had sounded awfully like kidnapping to me. The men assured me they would never consider kidnapping those they considered free persons. What they didn’t tell me, was that women were not considered persons, legally, morally. or innately, nor ever deserving of being considered any of the above or free. 

I looked around the bare room. The stone floor was not as bare & undecorated as it first appeared. In fact the stone tiles & the bare stone walls were faintly & very skilfully &  delicately engraved with erotic scenes. Women were being ravished, seemingly branded, whipped, in all the scenes. The stone illustrations seemed to come to life more as you touched them than as you looked at them, they were highly sensuous. I became quite distracted & I must admit a little excited looking & touching the endless scenes.

I was soon disturbed by the faint sounds emanating from outside my little room. Muffled but obvious sounds of females in distress. Then a loud snapping sound, like leather, leather on flesh. Then squeals of pain, and fright, terrified fright. Male voices, angry, impatient. Then female voices, frightened, uncertain, obedient. Was that the sound of a whip?. Then silence for a while. Then more male voices, laughing and confident. Then orders again, and then the muffled sounds of squealing, pain. Quite obviously female voices, fearful, in pain. Then more loud snapping and muffled suppressed choked back cries.

I lay there wondering what was happening. Wondering why I had come here. What was I doing here. Feeling quite small & frightened now. Then as if to make matters worse the light suddenly went out & I was plunged into complete darkness. I curled up by a wall and listened. I could the sound of shuffling and slapping outside. Then quiet again. & now  there were only male voices now, talking and laughing. Then snoring.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew was blinking looking up at the open door and the man standing, well I should say filling the small doorway. He was holding what looked like a short bullwhip and was looking at me quite impatiently. I had never seen a man built quite like Him. So slender but so well built, like an athlete or a warrior. He exuded male presence and power. He snapped His fingers and said something curtly to me. I didn’t understand. He strode towards me and involuntarily I rose to my feet, quite apprehensive.

He took me by the shoulders and pushed me outside into a stone hallway. I didn’t dare resist. As if to hurry me He slapped me roughly across my bare bottom & snapped his fingers behind me to hurry me along. I didn’t dare object. As I hurried obediently, trotting along, my bare breasts bouncing up and down, I realized that this was not a place where women disobeyed men, or kept men waiting. He patted me on my bottom as if in reward & to keep me moving forward.

Outside in the early morning light there were 3 other men waiting & a wagon, already hooked up to horses. On the wagon were two low small cages. In one cage I could see crammed inside, about 20 women, in full thick leather body hoods. Furthermore their legs, well their ankles were strapped together and strapped to their upper thighs, keeping them quite immobile. Even tightly bound & hooded as they were I could see they were terrified. Quite understandably so, most had been woken in their beds, bound and gagged and locked & transported to the ‘doorway’ in the trunk of a car. Now in a strange place & handled like livestock, examined so rudely, by such powerful men. They could have little doubt of their fate. 

The men left me standing there, talking amongst themselves. One of the men took a step towards me leeringly. I cringed frightened. But the other men stopped him, laughing. I found myself pushed into the 2^nd empty cage. The gate was locked behind me. It was tiny, all I could do was curl up. It was far too small too straighten myself out, or kneel upright in. it seemed way too small for one person never mind 20. nonetheless I was very, very grateful not to be in the other cage. A leather curtain, or cover was pulled over the other cage and buckled shut. Then to my horror another curtain was pulled over mine, plunging me into darkness. The leather was very smelly, it literally stank of stale fright. I was overcome with fear myself.

“Please.” I called out.

The reply, although I didn’t understand the language left me in no doubt that I was to shut up & to stay shut up. I was quiet.

I lay there & listened to the men drinking coffee & laughing & discussing matters in a language completely alien to me. They seemed in no hurry. The morning was already getting hot when we set off.

The road was quite rough in the unsprung wagon.  To my horror it only got worse, full off ruts and bumps. I was literally bounced about inside the cage. From the other cage I could hear muffled, gagged cries of pain & discomfort. One of the men barked an order to us. & we were silent. The heat inside the curtained cages got worse & worse, sticky heat, & reeking of  fright,  as the day grew hotter & hotter. The men stopped for something to drink & eat. We weren’t allowed out of the cages, just left in the sweltering sun. Then we started off again. We stopped several times & I heard the men drinking & the horses being watered, but no regard was paid to us. Then late in the day we stopped & the wagon was locked in the small courtyard of an inn. Where the men would be staying for the night. We were left in the cages. I was so thirsty and desperate to pee too. But I didn’t dare call out, or draw attention to myself. Nor did I want to pee in the wagon. I just lay there miserable waiting for the morning. Listening to the low muffled moans and whimpers from the other cage. As if to make matters worse the inn was obviously busy and rowdy. I could hear the men drinking and laughing. Smell the delicious aromas of cooking meat, and hear the happy squeals and excited voices of tavern girls serving the men. 

I was woken by the sound of one of the men urinating loudly, by the wagon. Before whistling contentedly as he supervised a girl watering the horses. His voice was loud, still a little groggy, hers was soft and naturally submissive. Then he went back inside for breakfast with his companions. I could still hear the girl tending the horses. She was humming happily as she worked, happy to be allowed out in the sun.  Another dawn and another hot uncomfortable day followed. Finally we reached our destination. I was let out of the cage. The other girls still body hooded, but with their legs free were standing, chained together, by an ankle coffle.

One of the men patted me on my bare bottom as if to lead me away. I followed his lead without demur. Behind me I heard a load crack and a muffled squeal of pain. I didn’t look round to see the red weal developing on the poor unfortunates bare thighs. I just kept going glad to not be one of those girls heading for the sales pens.

I was led into another courtyard. Then through a low stone door down a long corridor & eventually to a small room. Bare & unfurnished again, lacking windows. The one concession to comfort a small square yellow silk cushion, thrown on the hard stone floor. It was intimated to me that I was to kneel on it. I did so. The silk was very slippery, feeling quite scandalous on my bare flesh. Then my escort closed the door behind him & locked me in. The light went off & I was alone in the darkness. All I could do was curl up as best I could on the small cushion & sleep. At least it wasn’t the hard floor & at least for the first time in days I wasn’t being bounced about. I soon dropped off, into a deep sleep full of not particularly specific but very vague & very emotionally, rather than visual  erotic dreams.      

02 Day Two: 2 blonde slaves

I woke up when the light came on. I must confess to being a little surprised at how I had managed to curl myself up so completely on the small cushion. For some unfathomable reason, & despite the last couple of days  I still felt physically very relaxed. I don’t know whether it was the exceptionally clean air. So clean it almost tingled on my senses. Or perhaps the gravity was slightly lower here. I must confess I don’t know. I sat up on the cushion and stretched out. My hair was quite a mess. I started to comb it out with my fingers, fussing a little.

Then I noticed the small bowl of water in the corner. It was tepid & stale but I didn’t care I was so thirsty. Picking it up in both hands and drinking it down thirstily. That brought another anxiety to the fore. The numbness between my legs was wearing off & it started to feel sore and becoming painful. I really needed to pee and to poo, but to urinate more than anything.

Was I expected to go in the corner, surely not. I looked at the little bowl. Could I squat over that somehow. How would I clean myself afterwards?  I realized quite uncomfortably that I was expected to wait, in discomfort. I sat on the cushion still trying to brush my hair & waited. I started to try and make sense of what had happened to me so far. But only succeeded in drifting off into a hazy reverie.

Then it was broken by the sound of the lock being opened. Then the door swung open and a girl stepped in. Carrying a large tray. The door closed & locked behind her. She was quite beautiful and completely nude, except for a tiny veil covering her mouth and some bells that were attached to piercings on her body. She looked about 22 or 23 the same age as me & had long white blonde hair. Straight down her back to her bottom. She looked so lovely and graceful. I fiddled with my hair nervously.

“Hello Mistress, this girl is called lita.” She introduced herself kneeling down besides me.

I was overjoyed she seemed to speak English & with an American accent, halting English but perfectly so, as if she knew the language but had forgotten it. Actually this wasn’t so, she was speaking Gorean, & I was understanding it. The drugs I had been given on earth prior to the transportation were taking effect. The learning process was a simple case of reiteration. Once a Gorean word had been spoken it simply replaced the English one. In fact every time thereafter you tried to use an English word the Gorean word & most importantly the concept & your context within that reality, replaced it seamlessly. With each new word learned I felt radically different to my old self. Different to the men, submissive & feminine, reverent towards  the men the Masters. She could see the awkwardness & discomfort in my eyes.

She looked up at me & smiled comfortingly.

“Do not worry Mistress, there is a lot to learn, but we were all new once.” She said stroking my hair.

I looked into her eyes and she hugged me tightly. I felt my concerns melting away with that embrace. The discomfort & fears of the last few days, just drifting away in her arms. I wondered if the other girls from the wagon were getting such a soft lovely welcome. In my heart I knew they weren’t. I could still hear the loud snap of the whip from yesterday, still hear the muffled squeal, and still taste the fear in my throat from that incident. How glad I was that I wasn’t a slave.

She took pot, really a small bucket from the tray and opened the lid. Then helped me to squat over it. I was surprised to find that I could keep my feet flat on the floor while squatting on my haunches, like a peasant girl. Oh I wanted to pee so bad. I looked up at her waiting for her to look away. When it dawned on me that she wasn’t going to, my body took over. Oh my pee stung and my defecation was quite small and hard, barely anything there at all. Nonetheless I had the satisfying sensation of emptiness and relief. Lita was actually brushing my back and hair with her fingertips soothingly while I went. When I was done she knelt me down &  began sponging me with warm water.

It felt so nice & soothing I just kneeling there, as she bathed me. She was actually kissing me softly in between sponges & humming happily. I felt so relaxed, she was totally guileless & loving. It was actually difficult to describe, I don’t think I had ever met any adult who seemed so lacking in anything remotely resembling ulterior motives, or fawning. She just seemed to want to please and serve me, to the very best of her ability. But she was no child. The way she caressed & kissed me while she cleaned me was so sensuous and quite unsettlingly sexual, left me in doubt of that. She wanted me to enjoy her service as much as she enjoyed it. I felt very uncomfortable with it, but at the same time it felt so natural & lovely.

She began brushing my hair, with long smooth stokes. Then she applied some gloss conditioner, we might as well have been in a salon. My hair had never felt or looked so good. She applied moisturiser to my body, rubbing it in slowly. Then applied some powder and rouge, accenting my nude body. Then my eyes and lips. I was a bit nervous about this, not wanting to be overly made up, I needn’t have worried. Finally she scented me, so I smelt as sweetly as her.

She held up a small mirror for me to examine myself. It was breathtaking. She had one such a fantastic job, so subtle and yet so effective. I had spent lots of money on professional pampering, yet never had I looked and felt so feminine and pretty without it being in any way over the top. To the untrained eye I looked completely natural, but oh so sensual too. I didn’t realise it at the time but women here are rarely permitted to apply their own cosmetics. Rather girls do it in pairs, doing their best to please Masters eye.  

She also had some clothes for me. I wondered what had happened to my bags & my clothing. I had packed quite a few pairs of black slacks and fitted shirts, my normal attire. Quite simple, and just a little bit office professional sexy. I must confess I did like this look & more than liked the cautiously appreciative looks of male friends too. However my baggage wasn’t to be returned to me.

She had a little yellow outfit for me. I don’t think I had ever worn yellow, or least such a lustrous yellow. There were pantaloons, similar in style to harem or capri pants, but quite slim fitting and a small halter neck top that lifted my breasts sweetly, making me seem fuller than I was. The first thing I noticed about the garments was the utter slipperiness of the fabric. I felt like I was wearing them but not wearing them. The way they slid & shimmered across my body, felt more akin to a liquid or jelly on my bare flesh. There were no undergarments provided. The fabric was extremely glossy & metallic feeling like charmeuse but on both sides. The next thing I noticed was the lack of elastic or strings. The garments slid on snugly, then seemed to cling to your curves. Also the cut was extremely snug and small, about 2 sizes too small & tight. The pantaloons very low on the front and rear. And the halter top was quite tiny and low cut on my enhanced cleavage. The fabric was quite inelastic though, there seemed to be no stretch in it at all. Quite uncomfortable as it made you squirm about inside it, without ever getting properly settled. It was so sheeny and distracting against your skin too. & if you ran your fingers over the fabric as it stretched across your curves it felt fantastic on the fingers and quite breathtakingly exciting on your body inside. I felt rather indecent, it felt like some sort of fetish play wear. Or the sort of thing very tarty bimboish girls wore to dance videos.

Nonetheless it was better than being naked. I stood up & walked around trying to get used to the frankly unsettling texture & cut of the clothes. As I moved it felt as if the fabric was sticking to my curves yet was about to slip & fall off at any moment. It wasn’t but it was designed to feel that way. Also despite its lustre the silk was also quite sheer and diaphanous where it stuck to you. I was quite glad that I was blonde & very lightly so all over.

There was another piece to the outfit. Lita beckoned me over & pulled me down to sit. I didn’t notice at the time but she gently resisted any attempt for me to sit cross legged on the cushion, which would have been my natural position given the lack of furnishings. I only realised this later & for very obvious reasons. Instead she knelt me down in front of her so we were facing each other. Me on the cushion and she on the floor. Facing each other & very close. She had a sparkle in her eyes as she held up the tiny yellow mouth veil that matched my outfit. I looked at it slightly aghast for a moment then she reached round and tied it under my hair and behind my ears. With my first intake of breath it slipped inside my lips and out again. The moisture in my breath, caused the veil to wetten and stick to my lips softly. It slipped across my mouth maddeningly with each breath, so much so that that I quite unconsciously tried to breath slowly and not too deeply. In small gasps or pants. I looked up over the veil at her. Her own veil displayed the same behaviour. Yet hers also had a more pronounced indent on her lips, as if it had been regularly pressed inside her mouth.

She noticed me looking at this and blushed and smiled underneath the pink veil. She lifted her finger to my mouth & pressed the veil just a little inside my lips, looking into my eyes, as she parted my lips with the tip of her finger. Then she stopped as it dawned on me what she meant I blushed and had an involuntary spasm of sexual excitement. Her pupils were deeply dilated now, I wondered if mine were too. She reached over and kissed me softly on my lips.

“Mistress Karen is very pretty.”

“Thank you lita” I was quite flustered.

Although she called me Mistress I didn’t in any way feel like a Mistress or her superior. Rather I felt like she was an older sister or more experienced friend, helping and leading a shy friend.

“Please just call me Karen, lita.”

“As you wish Mistre…” She laughed quite happily “Karen.”

Oh how lovely she was, so open and completely without malice. How carefree she seemed. But also so vulnerable. & as I was to find out she was completely vulnerable and her only and supreme care was being obedient & pleasing to her Masters.

I heard the key once more in the lock outside. She got up to leave. I was distraught I didn’t want her to leave, to break this happy spell between us. But she quickly gathered up the things and waved to me before stepping outside. Leaving me alone in the room with my cushion, as the door locked behind her.

I sat on my cushion & cried. Looking around me. the room was quite small & the ceiling was quite low. Little more than a box room. If I lay down flat on my back I could only lie diagonally. Also it had an unseen light source. At least this room was painted, if albeit in a rather garish pastel pink, quite similar in fact to lita’s veil. The floor was tiled and it too was decorated with inlayed murals of women in erotic positions, or being whipped or controlled in various bondage positions. The patterns were very subtle. And on closer inspection the walls were also delicately patterned in this manner. Obviously I didn’t realise this but in times gone by this would have been a pleasure room, containing only a bed and one or two girls, locked in waiting for Master to come.

The light was coming from a delicate grilling high in the wall to high for me to peer into even on tiptoes & it was too flat to get any purchase to  lift yourself up with. In fact the grilling was one way, allowing the occupant, or captive to be observed discreetly & without her knowledge. Though she would always have the sensation of being watched. These were from an earlier time & wives and concubines would be confined in these rooms whenever the Master of the house was likely to call, waiting for him. never knowing if he was to come to this room or another. Until the concubine or concubines heard the turn of the key in the lock or the sounds of lovemaking from another room. These rooms were generally arranged around a central harem area with a small pool where the wives & concubines could gather & pamper each other, with cosmetics hoping to please Master. The whole area could be observed unseen by him. But these arrangements were from a much earlier time & women were much more strictly handled now.

I sat & then knelt and then stretched and fidgeted and fretted. Thinking about lita & when & indeed if she would come back. She was indeed originally from Earth & from America. But would only reveal the scantest of details. And was quite emphatic that she was now Gorean. I imagined her with another 20 girls pressed into a tiny wagon and felt so, so sorry for her, but also a little thrilled and slightly jealous. I don’t think I had ever met anyone so happy & obviously contented with life.

I rolled around some of my new vocabulary inside my head. What was quite disconcerting was that, some of the words were already supplanting my English verbiage. I was only vaguely aware of this process, sort of in the corner of my minds eye but I was definitely aware of some English words & concepts fading & slipping away. This wasn’t just a literary process but also a conceptual process. My ability to describe and experience the environment around me was being shaped. I clung onto the notion that this process was necessary but reversible, when I went home.

There was a strict delimitation or demarcation between female and male words. Female concerns and topics were quite demeaning &  menial and expressed in simple emotional terminology. There was no intellectual abstraction, nor was there any need for it. As the verbiage and experience of women was quite domestic and petty, concerned with pleasing the men. There were no female words for male topics such as business or politics, literature or anything intellectual at all.

The female lexicon was extremely deferential and obedient, utterly pliant and dominated, inferior. The male lexicon where it related to females was one of complete domination and superiority. There was no question that he was to obeyed. Also in all this there was the implicit threat of consequences or punishment for her. & the natural assumption that he was to be totally loved, obeyed & feared. He was to be pleased & she was to please.

Also everything was suffused with sexual meaning. All her waking hours and chores were to be devoted to her Masters pleasure. Even in the tiniest detail she was engaged in foreplay and loving service to him.

For example the word kajira, which is commonly translated as slave girl. Means just that in translation but has no such parallel meaning in Gorean. Being enslaved implies a person who is imbonded, but a kajira or a woman is not considered a person at all. So is in no position to be legally enslaved. In fact she is completely beneath the law, both legally and morally. Rather a kajira is defined as simply a possession for sexual service and male pleasure. There is no question that she is to be owned. Similarly though it is irrelevant in the narrative of a barbarian girl, as we are not bred. A wife is the provider of children, simply that.

Also although lita had been calling me Mistress, there was no such corresponding term. Here it simply meant girl with temporary authority over other slavegirls. Granted solely at Masters discretion and usually for the convenience of having a girl supervise the other girls at their chores. That authority is solely a male concern, women are not deemed worthy of being in control of their own concerns and activities let alone that of others.

I must confess to my chagrin that I was not offended or overly upset by any of this. Rather I found it quite natural and feminine and very romantic. But I had never really felt comfortable trying to compete with the men, rather than boys I had met. And all my sexual experiences had been frankly unsatisfying. I had yearned for an earlier more romantic age where men were more masterful & demanding. Also though I only vaguely suspected it, my new vocabulary was conditioning my emotional and intellectual responses.

The door opened & I had to restrain myself from leaping up and hugging lita when she came into the room. Instead she knelt by me and arranged my legs so that I was kneeling with her. I still hadn’t realised the import of this. She had a small bowl of peeled fruit. Just simple fare, oranges grapes and grapefruit, all peeled perfectly and some pieces of banana and apple. At least they seemed like fruit from Earth. The bowl was quite small, as was the accompanying bowl of water. Also the fruit tasted slightly dry & on closer inspection was a little stale. I didn’t realise how lucky I was to get this.

I resisted the urge to gobble it hungrily. Partly helped by the fact that lita handed me each small piece sparingly. Almost as if I was being fed. The way she held it up to me almost made me want to eat it from her fingers rather than taking it from her with my hands and eating. The portion was really quite small, but my stomach hungrily accepted it. I was left feeling still a little hungry. I had only just began to notice how lithe and slim I felt. I had always been quite thin, but now my waist was getting quite tiny and I was becoming very petite but shapely too. In fact the emptiness in my tummy made me feel at the same time hungry and dependant, but also invigorated.

I did allow her to hold the water bowl for me as I drank & that did indeed feel very nice. She cleaned me when I was finished & kissed me again.

I didn’t want her to leave but she had to go.  

I remained kneeling on the cushion waiting & hoping for her return.             

03 My first meeting with Master: I kneel at his feet

After another lonely hour or so the door opened again. This time the door remained open & lita stepped inside. The man at the door, filling the doorway didn’t. He stood there looking at me quizzically and levelly. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my scanty clothing. I had the most uncomfortable thought that it might have been preferable to still be nude rather than be clad in this lustrous but tawdry clothing. As the saying goes slave silk is like being more naked than naked.

He was ruggedly handsome, slim & very well muscled. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him standing there in his clean loose tunic & sandals.

“Come along girls, Karen.” He said quite friendlily, his tone however left no doubt that this wasn’t in any to be considered as a request.

I stood up and lita taking my hand led me out of the door.

He closed and locked the door behind me. the room and corridor outside was quite dimly lit, and obviously unused. I felt like I was being kept in storage.

Standing close to him he was even taller & more powerful. I felt very small & weak standing there watching him locking the door. 

The way he looked at lita was both disconcerting and exciting. He wasn’t discrete at all, openly enjoying the pleasure of a naked slave. Not leering or slyly examining her, but openly musing whether or not to split her legs or her lips and enjoy her intimate service. For her part she was squirming and blushing, jiggling her breasts slightly for him. I realized he was looking at me too & smiling. I looked down at my cleavage blushing and embarrassed. Catching myself inadvertently standing straighter lifting my own breasts in the halter top. Hoping & not hoping that he was looking. Oh how masculine he was, such power. How feminine and weak just being in his presence made me feel. No wonder the girls call him master, what else could they call him.

He reached down and patted lita on her bare bottom, to hurry her along.  As if she would need any incentive to hasten to obey him. She giggled and bubbled quite breathlessly happy. For a moment I was seized with a pang jealousy. Jealousy of his easy manner with lita. I was already very emotional dependant on lita, in love with my mentor. But also I realised with a shock jealous of his hand on lita, wanting it on my bottom too.

As if to oblige he reached over and patted me on the bottom too. A firm pat across my bottom in the thin pantaloons. The silk felt incredible on my behind under his firm hand. Like warm liquid, or gel  as I felt his hand slip across my rear. I heard him chuckle as I blushed.  My embarrassment growing as I felt the heat growing between my thighs contained and amplified in the pantaloons. I suddenly felt so vulnerable and powerless. The pat wasn’t just a sociable gesture, it was a demonstration of his power of his expectation to be obeyed immediately. Just as much as the whip in his belt. I felt patronised & under his control. He could instruct me to do anything and I wouldn’t even dare whisper a demur of protest. The men here naturally exuded power & dominance just as their masculinity seemed to denude it from us completely, making us passive and feeling slightly humiliated by such a simple everyday gestures. We were not equal they were men, Masters & we were female. & I knew just by that simple gesture that I was a women here on this mans world. The realization left me breathless and excited, aroused even at the same time.  

Clearly he had enjoyed touching  my bottom &  he reached out and slapped lita quite firmly this time, more firmly than before, on her bare bottom once more. Loudly and slightly more painfully, no doubt she would be smarting. Her frightened and excited yelp attested to the effect.

He chuckled “Come along girls, Master is waiting, you don’t want to keep him waiting do you girls?”

“No Master of course not Master, thank you Master.” Lita’s voice was both appreciative and self deprecating.

“No Master, thank you Master” I whispered, more throatily than I expected.

Was that another chuckle?. I felt myself blush bright red.

I half expected another pat or slap but he simply set off at a brisk pace down the long corridor. We obediently trotted barefoot behind his slapping leather sandals. Breathless with anxious excitement. This wasn’t a place where men were to be kept waiting. 

For the first time I noticed the short belled chain between lita’s ankles it restricted her stride to about 12 inches, quite a graceful lovely step. I also felt uncomfortable in my slippery pantaloons. They either felt like they were twisting around my bottom or constantly in danger of falling down. I could also only manage to match lita’s steps due to this sensation and the lack of elasticity in the garment. We had to trot along quite breathlessly to keep up with the steward. Lita’s breasts were jiggling prettily as she trotted along. I looked down and saw mine heaving and bobbing prettily in the glossy yellow halter top too. I must admit I was very pleased they looked pretty. It was now so important to me that the men were pleased by my appearance. The atmosphere was so sexually charged. I wondered how the men could keep their hands of the girls. Lita & I positively simpered  for them. As I was starting to realize, they could have us any time they wanted. We were as they say a sure thing. Rather it was us who would have to kneel waiting hoping for their slightest attention.

Down the long corridor then up a flight of stairs into the main portion of the house. It was quite magnificent & airy. Smooth stone walls & wooden panels. Then into the main hall of the house. More stone & wooden panels, decorated with shields, armour & weapons, trophies of past glories. In the hall there was a massive fireplace at one end of the hall. From the climate at the moment I guessed it wasn’t needed at this time of the year. Not realising that this was considered the cool season, in one of the cooler areas of Gor. Alongside the fireplace and along the main wall there was a collection of heavy leather chairs. He was sat in the most central chair waiting for us.

Lita immediately dropped to her knees in front of him waiting with her lips hovering near his feet.

He sat there looking at me. He was a mature man, not old but older than the other men I had accounted here so far. Age hadn’t ravaged him though he was still well built & trim. Tough and powerful looking, like a general, which indeed he had been, and still was when called for.

“You may lita” He said after a few moments.

“Thank you My Master.” She whispered kissing his feet lovingly.

It was such a privilege for his girls to be permitted to be in his presence.

I stood there awkwardly watching. Then he waved her away. She knelt at his feet submissively.

He was now looking into my eyes, instinctively I looked down.

“You may join us.” He said after a moment.

I was unsure what was expected of me & took a step forward towards one of the chairs. I was stopped by a sharp frightened but low gasp from lita. I looked down at her. She had blanched and paled. Looking up briefly I saw that his hand had closed around the handle of a stout looking black leather whip hanging from the side of his chair. Then I saw the cushion besides lita. Feeling quite flustered & embarrassed now I quickly knelt. I was also a little frightened too. Lita obviously was she was trembling.

I wondered was I expected to kiss his feet too.

Kneeling on the floor besides lita, even on my thin cushion, he on his chair seemed to be towering aver us. Looking up all I could really see was his knees. I felt so small and inferior.

“Lita bring me some coffee.” He told her..

“Yes Master.” She whispered obediently.

She rose gracefully & went to fetch him coffee. She returned with a cup in both hands, kneeling at his feet & kissing the rim of his cup, before holding it up to him. he took it without thanking her. It smelt absolutely delicious, I could feel myself salivating . I wasn’t offered any.

“You were called Karen on Earth?” He asked me.

His question took me by surprise, also the way he asked, as if querying my ownership of a name.

“Yes…” I hesitated I was unsure what to call him.

“You may call me Master, karen it will be simpler & is more fitting that way.” He instructed me.

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

I was surprised how easily the term rolled off my tongue. & surprised by how natural it felt to call him Master. Calling him Master meant absolute obedience to him, accepting his total authority over me, that I was subject to his discipline. I only realised this as it rolled off my tongue for the first time.

“In fact you will call all men here Master”

“Yes Master.” I murmured softly “Thank you Master.”

How utterly servile it felt, but how happy I was to be told, to be put in my place. To have my uncertainty removed by his authority.  

I was to reside in this house, under his protection and guidance. I would not be able to leave the house, without his permission. I was to spend my time with the other slaves. I could ask them anything I wanted. But I was not to interfere with or question their duties or any punishments they were subject to. When he decided it was appropriate I could kneel here in his company and serve with the other girls. Serve both him & any of his guests. I was to be obedient and pleasing at all times. As if I displeased a guest and he wanted to punish me, he wouldn’t interfere with that.

His instruction were very clear & precise. And handed down to me like decrees. I also had the uncomfortable sensation that he felt  he was lowering himself to explain these things to me.

As he spoke 2 other slaves, both brunettes & both nude apart from veil and bells came and brought food for him. Delicious smelling warm freshly backed pastries. I wasn’t offered any. Both girls were very pretty, submissive & evidently very pleased to be in their Masters presence serving him. I wondered how many girls he had in his collection.  The answer was of course as many as he pleased. While one girl held the tray of pastries up for him to select from the other held a small scented bowl of water & a towel. She would discreetly wash his fingertips after each pastry, without distracting him. As he was talking to me it was as if they were not there, they were so effacing.

When he had finished eating he simply waved them away, with his fingers. & they discreetly retreated  with a quiet “Thank you Master” as they faded away.

I was astonished by this. Both girls were utterly gorgeous & on earth men would fawn over & flatter either of them. Here they were treated as nothing by their Master, they would wait for him to notice them if at all. This was so demeaning but somehow  seemed so much more natural, after all they were beautiful for his pleasure & it was solely for his pleasure.

Lita fetched him another cup of coffee.

“I see I have chosen your outfit well, that shade of talender  yellow is very pretty with your hair, it seems most appropriate.”

I blushed, flattered and mollified that he had even noticed.

“Thank you Master”

 “It wasn’t easy finding such modest garments, here.”

I looked down at my breasts nearly heaving out of the halter neck, my nipples quite pert and hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. And the trace of pubic hair quite obvious in the slippery pantaloons. & they were slippery and hot I could barely keep my mind of them I was sure he could smell my excitement

“Thank you Master.” I whispered feeling quite ashamed, of being so happy to be found  pretty by him. In  my appropriate outfit.

He looked away & said offhandedly.

“You may retire now Karen.” He seemed to over emphasise my name quite mockingly.

I was being dismissed.

“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I found myself replying almost simpering, grateful like the other girls for the small amount of attention he had accorded me.

The steward led me out of the room, with a pat on my bottom again. I felt patronised but also comforted by this symbol of ownership of my body. Some girls are hurried along by a leash or the snap of the whip on their thighs. As he opened the door to my quarters, I hesitated. My body waiting and wanting for him to pat me on the bottom to hurry me inside. He chuckled, the brute, and gave me a firmer pat, almost a slap I wondered what it feel like to be spanked by him.

He put his hand under my chin & lifted my eyes to his.

“Be a good girl Miss Karen.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I was blushing.

He released my chin & I quickly looked down. I was startled to his hand on his whip. Then once he was sure I had seen what he wanted me to see he lifted my eyes to his again & smiled. He was obviously enjoying the thought of putting me under his whip. I shivered, not sure if I wanted him to put me under his sexual discipline.

He reached down & kissed me roughly crushing my lips under the silken veil.

“Master, please Master, I feel so confused.”

“Master, please Master, Miss Karen  feels so confused.” He corrected me.

“Yes Master karen Thanks you Master, please Master when will lita be returning?” I was almost in tears at the prospect of being left alone. I wanted lita to return. I wanted him to stay with me. Wanted him to pat my bottom again. To crush my lips with his kiss again.

He closed the door without responding.

I knelt on my cushion & waited.       

04 Lita has been punished, instead of me: Gagged & whipped

Karen spent the rest of the day on her own in the room, her head a swirl of questions & stirring emotions. She wished she had a book or pen & paper, but her luggage was gone, lost apparently. She had the stark room , the equally stark yard & her cushion. She didn’t feel comfortable bathing, in the pool, feeling herself vulnerable potentially overlooked from the lattice. So she knelt & waited.
That evening lita returned, she was gagged, a wide leather strap bucked & padlocked behind her head, pressing a thick leather ball into her mouth. Her buttocks & the backs of her thighs were also bruised & tender. Although very painful exterior bruising soon fades, slave whips are designed not to damage soft skin & flesh, just to punish severely. Although lita still moved gracefully, it was quite clear that her whole rump was smarting & stinging horribly.
Lita had brought more fruit & a bowl of water also the toilet pot. Karen relieved herself & bathed, then lita took the things away. She also took the harem outfit to be washed. No towel was left tonight. Karen realised just after the door locked, that she was still veiled.
She left it on, & lay on the cushion, naked except for her veil, just like a slave. She was weeping as much for lita as her own apprehension, as darkness fell.
In Thanos’s pens another 23 girls were unloaded from the wagons & pushed into the overcrowded cage to wait.

That evening the door opened again & lita came in. She was gagged with a thick ball stuffed into her mouth & secured by a wide strap that covered her lips and upper chin, up to her nostrils. It was buckled tightly closed, & padlocked behind her. It was obviously quite uncomfortable & distressing to wear.

Lita had been crying.

She had been whipped.

The backs of her thighs & buttocks were scored with long tender looking stripes. The flesh around those stripes was puffy and inflamed. It looked horribly painful. As I examined the marks the heat coming off the marks was quite overwhelming it must stung terribly.

I looked into her eyes, she looked down, ashamed.

As she knelt down with the tray I went to sit on my cushion & stopped myself, then knelt. suddenly realizing why lita had been punished. I started to cry.

She actually came over & dried my tears with her fingers, looking concerned into my eyes. We hugged gingerly I held her tightly but careful not to touch her weals.

She had the toilet pot for me. I took off my pantaloons, she also took the halter neck from me, but not my veil. I squatted over the tiny pot. My excretions were extremely light now. I had barely eaten anything. At least my pee was less stinging now. She washed me again. And patted me dry tenderly with a soft towel.

Then she left me alone in my locked room. As if on cue the lights went out. I had no idea what time of day it was, nor even I suppose what day or month it was here. Such things are not considered necessary for women like me to know. I curled up on my cushion, breathing slowly through the slippery veil. As it had not been removed I didn’t dare now take it off myself.

I lay there thinking about lita & how & why she had been punished. I was crying. For a moment I thought it was because I wished that I had been punished, for what was after all my transgression,  instead of her. But I didn’t wish that at all. & I was very glad not to have punished with the whip. I felt ashamed and frightened by that realization. I, not she  thoroughly deserved the whip & was terrified by it. & as such I had learnt another important lesson about my status here.

It was only later that I realized that Lita had been whipped as a lesson for me. As such the whip, even the so called pleasure whips are very painful. They don’t break the skin & the welting or wheal is always subcutaneous, but the throbbing stinging pain can last for days. And although the welts are barely visible after a few hours the punishment area, usually on the backs, the backs of the inner thighs and buttocks, & often between the thighs too. Is left pink & tender, slightly puffy. Even to the casual observer, the girl no matter how hard she tries to move gracefully and prettily, will wince and cringe fearfully at its touch, however slightly in her desire to keep appearance pleasing. Often the Master will exploit this vulnerability, firmly patting her bottom, or even slapping her legs. Enjoying her helplessness. Or if she has been particularly displeasing, whipping her along, while she squeals with pain. Generally in this case she will be tightly gagged, but her squeals are still very pathetic and frightening both for her and the other slaves. The lesson learnt very clearly, men are not to be displeased here.

However as painful a whipping might be, equally frightful is the fear of the whip. If not more so. It is seldom necessary to whip women here. They know to be absolutely obedient, submissive & pleasing. So in general a woman might be punished for the most trivial and capriciously selected misdemeanour. Just because it pleases her Master to punish her and subject her to discipline. This keeps her in a constant and quite piquant  anxiousness and fear of the whip, deliciously vulnerable.

That now included me. I was subject to male dominance and the discipline they imposed as they saw fit on women. Bondage is not just physically being imbonded but the mental and most importantly the emotional bondage. & as much as I feared & resented it I knew I loved it too.

05 More lessons: learning slavegirl etiquette

I woke from dreams where it was I under the whip and not lita. And I couldn’t tell who was holding the whip, Master or the steward, or in fact one of the men who had approached me on Earth. The one who had always worn that sexy leather jacket, & never really spoke much. He whoever it had been had ben standing behind me, as I knelt, bound  on all fours. Pressing the whip to my bottom, firmly pressing it into my flesh. I had wanted to plead & beg for mercy, but I had been thoroughly gagged like lita. Not that my pleas, no matter how pathetic or servile would have made any difference. He would draw the whip back, & then after an agonizing wait I would hear the crack of the whip in he air behind me. then just before it struck I would wake, in the darkness of the room. Only to sob myself back to sleep, miserably worrying about lita & sob myself right back into the dream.

Then the light came on & the door opened. I jumped up & into lita’s arms even before the door had closed fully. I half heard a laughing contemptuous & dismissive comment from the steward as the door closed. I was sobbing & we were soon both sobbing, nude in each other arms.

Still weeping I allowed her to clean me, helping her this time. I insisted on cleaning her too. Cleaning the bruises on her rump. Although the bruising was almost completely faded now, the area around them was pink and puffy. Lita winced at the slightest pressure on them. I kissed the marks very, very softly, feeling very guilty. Lita wouldn’t talk much about the whipping. She was quite adamant she deserved it. She was less than adamant in refuting my claims that I deserved to be punished not her. She was very penitent, as was I.

I made sure I knelt properly. I tried to give lita the cushion, kneeling on the tiles myself. But lita absolutely refused, so we both knelt on the floor together. This made me feel even closer to her. I had such a crush on her, on us.

I had noticed her brands 2 healed marks on her bottom. One a delicate abstract flower, a talender, & the other a small stylized mark indicating her owner.

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes very much so, this girl sobbed, when she saw the second iron being prepared.”

“Does it still hurt, how long did it take to heal?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore & it took only a few days to seal & heal, but inside I will never forget the hot iron, no girl ever does.”

I then asked a very silly question “Did you object, how do you feel about it now?”

She laughed.

“It often pleases the Masters to impose things on us that we object to. & this girl loves it now”

“Oh…”

“Do you want to touch it?”

I hesitated, so she took my hand and pressed my fingers to the pretty pink scar. It felt very smooth and well done. When she had finished tracing the mark with my fingertips, she lifted my fingers to her lips and kissed them softly. Then with my fingertips still wet from her lips she pressed them to my own bottom, in the branding area. She smiled as I blushed and kissed me.

“this girl thinks yours will be pretty too karen.”

“I hope so too.” I said without thinking “Oh…. what do you mean?”

“This one thinks if you are branded it will be pretty.”

“Oh?”

“Lita thinks you would be a very pretty slavegirl, Mistress Karen.”

I looked at her.

“If you keep up like that you can start referring to me as Mistress permanently again.”

She looked down. I lifted her eyes to mine & whispered furtively.

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes Mistress Karen, lita think a Master would be very pleased with you.”

I hugged her tightly. I wanted to be annoyed & offended but I wasn’t. I looked up nervously at the latticework grilling, were we being watched. I decided that I didn’t at this moment care. I was just so happy to be like this with lita. Vulnerable & open.

After a short while lita told me Master had decided that I should use slave soap on my body. She held up a greasy bar of soap and lathered it in a small bowl of water. She rubbed it all over my body smoothly, spreading the thick suds like oil on my skin. I watched fascinated as my skin started to tingle & my hair started to dissolve. The soap was completely depilated by the soap. Apparently after a few applications the hair never grew back at all. She didn’t wash the suds off instead she let them dry & then brushed me off. My skin was left so soft & smooth & so moisturized. I don’t think I had ever felt so soft and smooth. My skin felt like a babies skin. But also my muscles felt totally relaxed too. The perfume in the soap was quite delicious too. I smelt & felt so smooth & lovely. The sensation was absolutely fantastic, this stuff would be worth a fortune on Earth.

Lita watched smiling as I touched myself all over, mouth agape.

“Master has also decided that you should be belled.”

I looked at her involuntarily hiding my nipples. “Oh?”

I was shocked, but very excited. I didn’t want to show it. Lita had her nipples belled, & navel & her clitoris, but I hadn’t seen this yet. The thing that secretly excited me more than anything though was the belled ankle chain.

She had a sparkle in her eyes as she moved my hands away from my breasts & shushed my false ‘hrrmph’. She put her arms around my waist and attached a single chain around my belly, it closed & locked with a tiny heart shaped padlock. Hanging & swinging freely on the chain was a single bell. I loved it.

But lita couldn’t help  but also see the slight disappointment in my eyes as I looked at her ankle chain. She hugged me again.

“Surely Mistress doesn’t want to be hobbled, like a kajira?” She asked. She was teasing me with the mistress know I knew & I didn’t mind at all, if anything it made me feel even closer & dependant on her.

“No of course not.”

“Lets get you dressed karen”

I was disappointed, I wanted to stay nude like her. But I didn’t want to be disobedient. I didn’t want to be disobedient to Masters wishes. Or to her instructions. So who was the mistress here?

My pantaloons & top were clean and fresh. On my now exceptionally smooth skin, they felt even more slippery and disconcerting I was quite glad to kneel. But lita had other ideas. She wanted to teach me how to kneel properly. How to rise & kneel gracefully & prettily. How to walk. How to keep my eyes always respectfully below Masters belt unless given permission. How to look up if given permission. How to hold a cup or vessel if you were serving Master. How to serve. How to be pretty & open to Master without being distracting to him. how to be completely self effacing. How to be dismissed & to know when you are dismissed. She had me up and down & walking around till I was quite exhausted and flustered. But she kept me going till she was absolutely satisfied. I was very pleased with myself, and that she was pleased with me, by the time we stopped. I didn’t want her, or myself to be punished again.

Then the door opened & lita was summoned away to some other chores. I was so very disappointed to be left behind.

Just after she left I remembered that she hadn’t yet brought food or the toilet bowl yet. However that evening, or I can only assume that evening lita came back with the toilet bowl and some peeled fruit & water for me. She took my outfit away again. I must confess I became very emotional & begged her not to go. But what could she do. After the door was closed the light went out immediately & I sobbed myself to sleep.

        

06 3 lovely exciting surprises: chained and kenneled

In the morning lita had 2 lovely surprises for me. She hugged me tightly and whispered into my ear.

“Master has decided you may wear the ankle chain, if you wish to.”

I tried not to look absolutely thrilled when I looked into her eyes. I obviously failed completely because she giggled.

“But you must know that once the ankle chain is locked on you it may only be opened by Master or another Master. Are you sure you want that karen?”

I hesitated and whispered breathlessly “Yes I do.”

She smiled & kissed me “Good girl Mistress Karen.”

She put it on my ankles and closed the tiny heart shaped padlocks, looking up into my eyes as she did so. I pulled my ankles apart as far as I could which wasn’t very far at all. The silver alloy was much stronger than it looked too. mine was a different design to lita’s. Whereas hers had several tiny fixed bells along the length, mine had a single slightly larger loose bell swinging freely, like my belly chain. I thought mine was prettier too. We hugged excitedly.

She gave me the soap and a bowl of water & helped me to apply the greasy suds all over my body. There was less to depilate today. I suppose the lighter the pelt & I was very light the quicker the process becomes permanent. After the suds dried into my skin I felt even softer and smoother than yesterday. I couldn’t help but touch myself all over rubbing my fingertips over such an uninterrupted expanse of smoothness. Lita applied my cosmetics for me.

I noticed again as I had noticed yesterday there was no mirror again. You had complete trust in the girl applying your cosmetics. After all if Master was displeased both you & she would be punished.

My second surprise was even more exciting. I was to accompany & help lita with her chores for the day. I was so excited I squeaked happily like a schoolgirl. I was told that I would have to speak only in 3^rd person out of my room, like the other girls. It was startlingly easy for me to do this. The feminine vocabulary is predisposed to this manner. In fact me using 1^st person speech mangled a lot of the words and concepts. In fact it was said the sooner a new girl started to think, rather than just speak in the 3^rd person, the happier and more contented she would be.

(hence excuse 101, for some of the grammatical errors and inconsistencies in this 1^st person English narrative)

I resolved to use 3^rd person speech with lita too.

“Where are my…erm… this girls clothes lita?”

She explained to me that the girls all work nude during the day. & in any case how would I put my pantaloons on with the ankle chain?

The steward opened the door. I noticed he looked a little tired. I hadn’t yet realized how early the girls were expected to start work in the morning.

“Are you ready girls?” He yawned.

“Yes Master, thank you Master.” We both said together, smiling happily at each other. He locked the door behind us. My body hesitated for a moment, it took my brain a little longer to catch up with my emotions.

I heard a chuckle behind me, then my bottom was slapped, quite firmly. I nearly fell over. I stepped forward to correct myself only to catch on the ankle chain, causing me to nearly topple over again. He chuckled again I heard a softer pat on lita’s bottom.

“Hurry along girls I want some breakfast.”

Lita shot me a look, warning me not to dare to do that again. But she also smiled, luckily for me the steward is good natured in the morning. A girl could be severely whipped for less.

Our first job was preparing or rather serving him breakfast. There were two girls already busy in the kitchens. They ladled out an extremely generous helping of bacon sausage and eggs alongside freshly baked bread and hot steaming coffee. I must admit the two girls  looked a little put out. Normally they served up the stewards breakfast. They kissed and hugged me welcomingly though as lita introduced me.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as he sat down & generously ‘Irished’ the coffee with brandy, took a big gulp then put a lot more brandy into the brew. He obviously enjoyed a tot or two, as part of the perks of his job.

We brought him a huge plate of food & heartily scoffed down the lot and then had seconds. While lita and I fussed around cleaning all the surfaces and fetching and carrying anything he wanted. I brought him another steaming mug of coffee that smelled stronger and fresher than anything I had ever tasted, he took a gulp then filled it up again with more brandy.

He patted my bottom as I moved on to wipe the table again.

“Good girl karen.” He said.

“Thank you Master.” I said blushing, feeling self conscious & far too happily & brightly. The other girls all looked at each and smiled. I looked down embarrassed, the girls giggled.

He patted my bottom again, shooing me out of the way & put his feet on the table where I had just wiped.

Then he lit up a cigarette & I nearly burst into tears. Although I didn’t regularly smoke, one thing I really enjoyed on the way to college, or work, was an outdoor  cappuccino, the morning papers, I must confess usually the fashion section, and a cigarette before the day started.  I brought him an ashtray & hovered besides him picking up the ash he flicked idly about, as if the ashtray wasn’t even there. When he finished the cigarette he promptly fell fast asleep leaning back on the chair.

We continued working cleaning quietly around him till all the surfaces were spotlessly clean. Looking around the kitchen all the implements and surfaces looked like they had never even been used, they were cleaned and polished so scrupulously.

Lita took me by the hand and with a happy wave to the kitchen girls, left them to continue cooking meals and snacks for the Master, the guards and stewards and any guests that might arrive.

The house was quite vast. Master was obviously quite wealthy. The import and trading of slaves was a lucrative one. Although girls are cheap the sheer volumes made it extremely profitable. It was estimated that there were at least 20 females to each man. Plus the demand for new young slaves was always constant, as even with the youth serum, there is no demand for a girl as she approaches her mid to late 40s & the serum loses effectiveness. Conversely the average male lifespan was usually over a hundred, still hale & hearty, but after this decline was usually rapid. & then there was the import business from Earth. Although Earth born girls are sold, auctioned at approximately the same price as Gorean born girls. There was a generous subsidy paid for every Earth girl imported to keep supply flowing freely.

Because lita was looking after me she had lots of odd jobs to do around the house, mainly to keep me occupied and to give me a flavour of the day to day routine of the place.

We went to look for ela the first girl who was running about the house keeping tabs on the girls. The first girl is a temporary position on constant rotation. Earth girls incidentally are not part of the rotation. And if there are peasant or girls from the southern tribes in a household the job is usually rotated between them. The thinking being that these girls will have looked after livestock as children, before they grew up and were sold.

Ela was a girl from the southern tribes. She was absolutely gorgeously slim with long straight black hair down past her bottom & lovely dark eyes. She was the only girl I had met so far that was clothed. If you can describe the tiny diaphanous sky blue apron she wore as clothing. She also carried a short switch for discipline.

The Master & masters in general, generally left the supervision of domestic chores to a first girl. They had little concern for such petty menial concerns, bar that the house & his clothes were clean & his food tasty & delivered whenever he wished it. Women on the other hand attach a great deal of attention to these small things. And slave girls attach a great deal of emotional and as I was to find out sexual importance to performing these little chores lovingly for their Master. & the first girl who’s responsibility it was for such matters was zealous & strict with the girls. No surface or the tiniest most inaccessible corner was left unscrubbed and then polished to perfection. And woe betide the girl who inadvertently missed the tiniest detail. The switch though nothing like as painful as a whip in male hands was vicious and stinging, its pain petty and mean. And she knew exactly where to wield it, on the back & insides of the thighs, just underneath the curve of the buttocks where it stung and smarted intensely. It was rare that a girl neglected, no matter how unintentionally her chores. This was hard at first for Earth girls, no longer used to the domestic drudgery allotted to her sex. But the more submissive and vulnerable she became to her master. The more she loved and performed lovingly her chores and the more meaningful to her, her  menial domesticity became.

And sometimes the first girl will refer a girl she considered lax, to the Master or his steward to be punished. Fearful lest the males discover a slaves inattentiveness for themselves and punish both her and the girl severely themselves. Often the master will be bemused and unconcerned with such petty trivial female concerns. Nonetheless the girl will be whipped and severely so. And often then the first girl will be put under the leather too. One for not disciplining the slaves severely enough herself and two for bothering him  with such trivial matters. & three because it pleases him. Her beating and other subsequent punishments though severe are nowhere near as severe as it would have been if such matters had attracted his attention and ire of their own accord. & this is why the first girl is so fraught and strict with the girls she is put in control of. The first girl will then often no longer be the first girl and a new girl given the frankly unenviable task. This new girl will be even stricter, and especially so with the former house mistress as often a first girl is referred to by the slaves. Thus is his discipline imposed and his slaves kept vulnerable & fearful and obedient. Moreover, he is happy as he should be, & of the least if any importance they are happy and contented under his firm domination.

Sometimes a girl will crawl to her masters feet and humbly beg his attention. Often this is not granted, or even her presence really acknowledged except to dismiss her. But if it is granted, in tears she might confess some small misbehaviour. Some small lack of obedience or respect she thinks she may have displayed, even in a dream, she feels she may not have pleased him enough. He will usually be bemused and often amused to hear these things. So trivial and meaningless are they to him, but of great import to her. She wants to be everything for her Master. The needs of women, even those of slavegirls  are often puzzling to him, moreover why should he care as long as she is pleasing. Nonetheless he will indulge her and punish her, as if he himself had uncovered the infraction. And she will whimper and sob in pain and humiliation. Often in her misery forgetting that it was she that brought it to his attention. But deeply thrilled, contented and feeling intensely vulnerable and profoundly sexually aroused and that her Master has been strict with her.

 “Hello lita and karen.” She already knew my name

“Good morning Mistress Ela” lita said happily

“Good morning Mistress Ela, Karen pleased to meet you.” I aped lita.

She tapped me on the bottom with the switch.

“I hope you will be a good girl karen.” She said teasingly but also with a serious tone in her voice,

“Karen hopes she will be a good girl, Mistress”

“Good girl” she said swatting me with the switch again, & slightly more firmly this time.

We were sent first to the laundry, where 3 girls were busy cleaning a mountain of clothes. There was another mountain to be hung up to dry. Lita & I did this. Then helped with the washing, and then more hanging up. Then as more washing arrived we took down the dried clothing and sheets and carried them in huge piles down the corridor where 2 more girls were busy ironing and folding the clothes. In another room another girl on her own was busy sewing and mending any rips or flaws. We were sent back and forth fetching & carrying all over the house.

All the girls we met were so friendly & accepting of me. It was so nice to be in their company, even though we were all worked very hard indeed. I was quite exhausted & aching all over. One of the consequences of the slave soap is that it softens your muscles and skin. So no calluses developed. This was to become more evident later. I found I could recognise which girls were imported from Earth by the faint trace of accents in their Gorean.

A lot of girls were trafficked from Earth to Gor. Mostly from the United States, & Europe & proportionately more from the USA. The taste for imports was for Saxon looking blonde girls, slim but healthy, predominantly golden or straw blonde, but some brunettes and redheads too. The strange thing is that traffic in kidnapped girls was completely under the radar. This was actually due to the quantum nature of the gateways, where a girl can be kidnapped and the world splits up into 2 worlds where she is kidnapped in one but not in the other. So one girl going missing mixes in with the hundreds of other girls who go missing for a multitude of other reasons in a modern society. Care had to be taken to ensure girls were not taken twice, as somehow the gateways knew, and girl came through the gateway stillborn so to speak. This wastage of livestock was quite minimal though.

We were sent back to the kitchens to fetch Masters breakfast. The steward had just woken up & was enjoying a fresh coffee & another cigarette, whilst one of the kitchen girls was kneeling between his legs cleaning him with a bowl of warm water and a soft silken towel. I only caught a quick glimpse but her veil and face were spattered with sticky white blobs. It took me a second to realize what this was & the very pleased expression on her face.  It was in such volume and so thick too, her sodden veil was plastered to her lips.

Lita pulled me away with a tug on my hand. She was thrilled, it wasn’t often she got to bring Master his breakfast. I wanted to ask her about the kitchen girl & the steward, but we didn’t have time. He was already sat at the table when we hurried in with platters of cooked meat, eggs, bread & coffee.

“Good morning Master” We both said together.

He didn’t bother looking up from the paperwork he was reading. We carefully laid out the food for him., careful not to disturb or distract him in any way. Then he put down his papers & looked at us.

“Morning girls.” He simply said then started eating.

“Good morning Master.” We both said again.

I followed lita’s lead we both quietly knelt down to one side of the table.

After a short period the steward came in and sat down at the table.

“Some fresh coffee girls.”

“Yes Master, at once thank you Master.”

We both hurried off to the kitchen & fetched a fresh jug of steaming coffee & pot of cream. When we returned both men were laughing at something. I poured the steward a fresh coffee & he patted my bottom. I blushed bright red. Both men laughed I felt my blushing grow even hotter.

“Good girl karen.” He said patting my bottom again, a little more firmly this time.

“Th..thank you Master.”

“I will have some more coffee too karen.” Master said to me.

“At once Master, thank you Master.” I said moving to his cup.

“Your service is very pleasing karen, I am pleased with you.”

“Thank you Master.”

He waved me away I knelt down with lita again.

A short while later he called me over again.

“Remain kneeling karen.”

“Yes Master.”

“I understand you are a little lonely in miserable in your room at night?”

“Yes Master, karen is very lonely.”

“Would you like to sleep with the other girls karen”

“Master karen would like that very much Master.”

“locked in the slave cage girl?”

“Yes Master, karen would like very much to sleep with the other girls Master.”

“In the slave cage ?.” He reiterated.

“Yes Master in the slave cage, thank voice you Master.” I replied. The loud voice in my head saying to me ‘In the slave cage with the other slave girl.’ & wanting to cry that out to him. 

He looked at me, levelly. As if he could hear my inner voice. What I was only just starting to realize fully was how easy it was for Masters here to read a woman’s emotions from her body language. Women are regarded as being emotional rather than thinking creatures. The total cultural female subjugation, reinforced that absolutely. Especially if she was stark nude, or in the skimpy clothing permitted them..  

“Very well then you may.”

“Thank you Master.” I wanted to kiss his feet I was so happy. But I hadn’t been given permission to do this.

“You may clear these things away & resume your other chores slave girls.” He said dismissing us as both men rose from the table.

“Yes Master thank you Master.” We both said.

After we had cleared & cleaned the table we went to find ela. I was holding hands happily with lita.  

07 The afternoon, Chores: Kenneled in the seraglio

For the rest of the morning ela had put lita & I on scrubbing duties. This was very laborious work. Kneeling side by side, on all fours with a small scrubbing brush each. Scrubbing each stone tile meticulously then moving on to the next one. We started at one end of the long wide corridor then when we were finished we had to go back over the surface with soft rags and polish each tile till it gleamed. Starting kneeling there at the start of the hallway the area looked vast & we seemed so tiny. Lita made me go back over several tiles many times till she was happy that they were spotless. After a couple of tiles I ached so badly that I stopped & tried to stretch out. Lita came over she had  already moved ahead and hugged me. my soft fingers and muscles were so sore. She knelt me back down and set me moving again. I was crying.

“Don’t worry karen, you will soon get used to it.” She said kissing me on the cheek.

I tried to smile bravely

“Yella, yella” She whispered “Yella sweet new girl”

Yella translated roughly to ‘hurry up lazy, or you will be sorry’

I started to scrub again, as fast as I could trying to ignore my discomfort. But lita was still moving ahead. When I  was half way across the hallway lita was nearly at the end.

The steward strode into the hallway, ela was trotting obediently behind me. they watched lita for a moment. Then came and stood over me, I scrubbed furiously, all I could see in front of me was the brush and his feet. Then I felt it. A sharp stinging stripe across the backs of my legs. I yelped in pain.

“Hurry up girl. This is not good or fast enough”

“Yes Mistress ela.”

Another sharp stripe.

“Thank you Mistress ela.” I sobbed.

Lita was called over, she also received 2 stripes.

“See to it that your new sister works harder, much harder.”

“Yes Mistress ela thank you Mistress ela.”

“& see to it that she scrubs prettily.” I want to see her little bottom swinging sweetly” I heard a male voice, slightly mocking.

“Yes Master.” Ela said submissively

“I want to see her nice little bottom swinging sweetly”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.” Ela replied

The steward laughed and walked off leaving ela to watch us.

She stood over me As I scrubbed and scrubbed in tears.

Then she knelt down and rubbed my sore bottom.

“That’s a good girl, yella.”

“Thank you Mistress ela”

She put her hands on my hips and lifted my bottom slightly, swinging it from side to side as I continued with the small brush. The position caused my breasts to swing underneath me. She held me like this for a few moments, then released me. I kept up the position, and the swing.

“Good girl karen.”

“Thank you Mistress ela.”

Then she left us, lita kindly slowed her pace and helped me till I caught up & then we scrubbed along the floor together. Swinging our hips together.

“Good girl karen.”

“Thank you lita.” I whispered quite breathlessly.

My thighs were stinging, I guessed, correctly, that it was far better to be disciplined by ela than by the steward with the riding crop he carried, hanging from his belt. Though crazily I found the prospect of the stewards discipline, frightening & thrilling in an unsettling way.

When we had finished scrubbing & polishing this hall, we moved on to another & then another. Lita and I chatted as best we could while we worked. These were lita’s normal chores. She was an earth girl & blonde so was always given these very lowly tasks. Working in the kitchen & laundries was solely for my benefit. I asked her if she found this demeaning or unfair.

“Master decides & lita is happy to obey & please Him.” Was her contented reply, without the slightest trace of irony.

I brushed back a loose lock of my blonde hair behind my ears. Maddeningly it kept falling down again every few seconds or so.

“Karen hopes she will please Master as well.” I suddenly said after mulling over lita’s words.

She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Obediently?”

“Yes obediently.”

“Good girl, lita thinks you will make a pretty slavegirl.”

I looked at her.

“doesn’t lita mean karen, might do?”

She smiled again, with that twinkle in her eyes “Yes pretty sister, might do”.

The day was growing warmer and warmer. The two kitchen girls passed us carrying large platters of food, to the main hall. I realised that it was only just lunch time. They waved to us as they ran back & forth with various plates and bottles. We started on another hall. This hallway had an opening to one side with a shaded balcony. This was the first time I had seen direct sunlight in more than a few days. The steward was sat out there, drinking down the last of what looked like a cold pint of fizzy blonde beer and smoking. As he finished another girl I hadn’t seen before, dusky like ela, brought him a fresh beer and a large piece of steak in rolled freshly baked pitta bread.

He was sitting overlooking the pool. & if we had been in this hallway earlier we might have heard him swimming naked in the pool, refreshing himself. In the outdoor areas only the peasant girls & slaves from the southern tribes serve, cleaning and gardening, as well as tending to the Masters. City girls and imported earth girls are kept indoors to keep our complexions pale and rosy.

The steward came over in the early afternoon. He patted my bottom.

“I see you are working out well Mistress Karen.” He said mocking me a little.

“Thank you Master.”

“I will see you later girls, work sweetly.” He said patting my bottom again.

“Thank you Master.”

“Lita hopes you have a nice relaxing afternoon in the town Master.” Lita said.

“Yes girls I will try.” He said patting her bottom too, then allowed her to kiss his sandaled feet.

“Thank you Master.” She whispered.

We continued with our chores as he left us. As the afternoon grew hotter & hotter, then began to grow slightly more humid but cooler.

We did the ground floor then the upper floors. As we scrubbed other girls hurried back & forth with fresh bed linen and other assorted household items. Every day the entire house was to be cleaned from top to bottom. Men although they are disdainful of our chores nonetheless expect us to perform them perfectly There are no forgotten dusty corners in a Gorean household. After we had finished the thankfully last floor surface. We took the buckets and brushes downstairs to the basement. Past what I recognised as the corridor to the old harem area & my tiny room. There was a padlocked gate securing the entrance.

In the basement we scrubbed the buckets, brushes & polishing rags spotlessly clean, as if they had never been used. Lita then took me down a further flight of stairs to a small stone room. it had barred windows high on the wall, looking up through the bars I could see we even further underneath the main house. There was a further sturdy grill high up on the recessed window aperture. There was a thick leather curtain across part of the room, with buckles to close it. The curtain looked just like the hoods that covered the caged wagons I had been transported in.

Lita & I set about cleaning the stone floor, as other girls started to arrive to wait for the stewards return. There was a heavy wooden chair for him. There were also lots of other devices, that looked like shackles and restraints, hoods and gags, as well as whips of varying degrees of painfulness. I couldn’t take my eyes of these.

When we were finished cleaning the room. we cleaned ourselves with the slave soap. It felt so glorious on my tired body. There was another treat too. The peasant & southern girls who work outside are given a special oil that heals & moisturises any little cuts and marks on their skin. We shared this too. and my skin felt so soft and slippery while it soaked in. it was so cooling and soothing. We then applied each others make up. Ela helped me with lita’s initially.

The steward returned late in the afternoon. One of the girls fetched him a cool beer, as he sat & watched us. There was a small bucket which we had to squat on in turn and toilet. I was very embarrassed but needed to go so desperately. In any case he watched us seemingly quite uninterestedly. I was near the end of so the bucket was a little full and smelly, for a second I thought I was about to retch but luckily I didn’t. An almost unconscious part of  being toileted, was that he would watch and snap his fingers stopping you, always before you were finished peeing & the girls would obey without hesitation, but always with a startled welling of tears in the eyes. This was an intrinsic part of his control, and affected the earth girls more so than the Gorean girls, but affected them nonetheless. This and on a daily basis countless other small humiliations or denials reinforced her total obedience and dependence on male will & whims. Adding to our sense of feminine vulnerability.

The lid was placed on the bucket and it was put in the corner, thankfully the lid kept the smell in. We cleaned ourselves quickly but thoroughly. Particular attention was paid to our intimacies and anal area. In contrast to urinating our excrement was very quick and meticulous. It wasn’t too difficult, our feed is portioned meagrely,  and is almost totally absorbed so very little waste is discharged. We had to scent and soap ourselves with the slave soap and oils very deeply and then scent ourselves. I became quite embarrassed by this as I realized why such painstaking attention was paid here. Looking into the eyes of the other girls they were quite embarrassed and humiliated by this too, even the Gorean girls. Anal rape is considered very enjoyable by Gorean men. But the girls have by the regimen of exercise and chores kept themselves extremely tight. So although anal rape is very intimate and submissive, it is nearly always painfully tight uncomfortable and humiliating. Also the orgasmic experience was intense and even more overwhelming than normal rape. Her body naturally struggles and resists slightly to initial and deep penetration adding to his enjoyment immensely.     

We were then lined up again. A small metal bowl, was placed on the floor and from another bucket, a small portion of peelings and scraps of spoiled vegetables, no meat, was ladled out. One by one we knelt on all fours over the bowl and ate the small portion, with just our mouths. I must confess I found this to be extremely humiliating and didn’t like it at all, but I was hungry and even worse my portion didn’t seem to last very long at all. I was still hungry. The scraps were only peelings and spoiled vegetables. This was followed by a bowlful of water each. The water was warm and stale, and mixed with small food scraps and saliva from the other girls. But it was a full bowl and I was very thirsty. I lapped it up eagerly, just like the slavegirls.

If I had balked in anyway the usual punishment, was to have your face pushed down into the food, or even worse into the wastes bucket, choking you until you swallow and eat. Then the whip. A girl doesn’t balk twice, at least voluntarily, or dare to vomit no matter how horrid she finds the taste or smell of the food or the experience. I spared a thought for the 20 or so girls I had been transported with. Were they being fed like this. In actual fact they would consider themselves lucky to fed and toileted at all in the last few days locked in the pens. They wouldn’t be fed till after they were auctioned, alongside another 80 or so girls, on market day in a few days time.

Lita & I were told to take the buckets & bowl away & to clean them, by the steward. We hauled the heavy wooden buckets up the stairs and into the back area of the kitchen, there lita showed me how to empty the buckets, using my hands then scrubbing my fingers scrupulously clean. There was still plenty  of food left in the bucket but I didn’t dare eat any. We hurriedly cleaned and polished the buckets and bowl till they looked like new. The steward didn’t like to be kept waiting.

When we returned to the stone kennel most of the girls were already locked in the cage behind the partially closed curtain. 2 girls were kneeling together applying cosmetics. They were wearing silks. Seeing me nearly stopping to look at them lita took my hand to lead me to the cage.

“No wait lita.” The steward told her.

“Yes Master.”

“Tell Mistress Karen.”

“Yes Master.”

“These girls are being sent upstairs to serve Master more intimately tonight.”

“Oh.” I blushed.

I looked at the pretty girls one in pink & one in lilac silks. Shaped like little baby dolls chemises. If I had thought my pantaloons looked cheap & tacky, these were positively lewd & oh so sexy, so shiny yet diaphanous. So tiny and tight on their curves. There were no panties provided either, but both girls were mouth veiled.

“Would you like to touch karen?.” The steward asked.

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

One of the girls stood up & walked towards me. it was tina from the kitchen wearing lilac. I touched the loose hem of the chemise between the tips of my fingers and shuddered with excitement. She smiled and lifted my hand to her breasts, pushing my hand into her extremely well plumped cleavage and rolling it between her breasts. My lips parted under my veil & I gasped, my thighs suddenly feeling very warm.

“Do you think Master will be pleased karen.”

“Y…yes I think so tina.” I stammered.

The steward came up behind us. I cringed a little, trying to shrink away, hoping he wouldn’t pat me on the bottom. I felt so embarrassingly warm down there now. He didn’t care and cupped my bottom as he patted it.

“Good girl karen.” He smiled quite lewdly

“Thank you Master.” I blushed feeling even hotter in his hand.

The brute then had me lick his fingers clean of my wetness.

“Good girl karen.” He lifted my eyes to his & smiled.

“Thank you Master.” I whispered desperately wanting to look down but not daring to without permission.

I was utterly red and hot with shame.

He slapped my bottom again as he led us to the cage.

We were led to the cage it was very low like the transport wagons though thankfully just a little larger. He opened the gate & lita & I crawled inside with the other girls. The gate closed with a heart shaped padlock. & he closed the curtain, plunging us into near darkness. After a few moments my eyes adjusted to the gloom there was still a little sunlight coming in from the high grill above.

“Sleep well girls.” He said as he buckled the curtain.

“Yes Master, we will Master, thank you Master.” We all said submissively. Each girl, including me wishing it was her outside the curtain preparing herself for Masters pleasure.

I heard the sounds of metal outside the curtain, as both girls were braceleted & leashed. Then they were led away and the heavy door of the seraglio or kennel was locked shut on us.

The girls huddled around me kneeling in the semi gloom excitedly with lots of questions. It is said that curiosity is unbecoming in a kajira, but girls will be girls with each other.

What was I doing here?. I really don’t know anymore. How long was I staying? I didn’t know, or rather I hadn’t been told. Where was I from? Is it true that women are not slaves there? Was I really not a slave on Urth? Didn’t the women want to please men there? This stumped me a little as I thought of most of the women I knew who were obsessed with fashion & boyfriends. What did I miss most? Coffee & a cigarette. Was I really allowed to drink coffee? Really allowed to smoke? Had I actually touched money? Your own money? What were my chores like? Was I happy here so far? I had to admit I was starting to be happy. Did I want to go back? Of course I did. What if I wasn’t permitted to go back? This shocked me into silence. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of not going back. What if I am not allowed to go back I asked myself quietly, feeling slightly afraid & vulnerable now. I felt that the decision was already out of my hands & would be decided by Master.

Lita sensing my mood shushed the girls and curled up with me lying down. she kissed a tear from my face and cuddled closer.

“Sleep well pretty Mistress Karen.” She said comfortingly.

Another girl, who was also from Earth came up behind me and spooned me from behind. I lay there in their arms. The cage was very small so we all slept closely together. Curled up with each other, on the thin leather mat that covered the stone floor.

The sun went down extremely quickly here & the cage was only dimly lit by starlight now. From the angle of the high window, set as it was deep in the window well it was impossible to see the stars in the sky outside.

I drifted off to sleep, slightly weepy, wondering what the morning would bring.