She stood lovely and straight, her hands now empty, the towls and oils and other articles on the floor near me."Am I to bathe you now, Master?" she asked.
I regarded the blindfold. It was efficient and Gorean. Most blindfolds of a sort used on Earth are inefficient for one may see under them. This is not the case with the common Gorean blindfold. It consists of, commonly, three pieces, usually two rounded pieces of soft felt, three to four inches in diameter and the binding, which usualy consists of two or more turns of a dark, thick, folded cloth, or scarf, knotted behind the head. The pieces of rounded, face-hugging felt, the eyes coverings, in the girl's blindfold were about three a half inches in diameter. They were yellow. the binding, tightly behind her head, held the ey coverings securely in place. The blindfold, of course, is seldom used in the transportation of a slave. Slave hoods are much more common in such a role. Some of these are fitted with gags. Also, they may be, or some of them, locked upon the girl. The blindfold of course as will be recalled by those who hae seen a girl in one, has its own advantages. It permits, for example, something of the beauty of her face, such as her trembling lips to be seen. Also it permits you to place your teeth upon hers, to tease her tongue for responsivenesss with yours, and if one wishes to run the tip of one's finger lightly inside her mouth, between her teeth and the interior of her cheek.
"May I bathe Master now?" she asked. I jerked loose the disrobing loop at her left shoulder. Beverly Henderson was stripped before me.I walked around behind her. She lifted her chin. She trembled slightly. She was extremely aware of my presence. I bent forward, slightly. She had been subtly perfumed. She shuddered. She had felt my breath at the left side of her neck, and on her left shoulder. I then walked about her and stood before her."Yes, master," she said. She reached out and gently first touching my chest, her hands lingering there for a moment, found the knot in the belt of soft cloth with which I had closed the casual tunic I had donned. She undid the knot and parted the tunic, kissing me at the belly. She then went behind me and gently removed the tunic, kissing me beneath the left shoulder blade. She then stood again before me.
She folded the tunic and belt, kissing them, and then knelt down placing them to the side. She then stood again before me her head down.
I smiled. The girl had been taught how to disrobe a Master for his bath.I then placed the articles for the bath in her hands, and conducted her to the side of the tub. She placed the articles where she might find them. She then took a vial of oil and one of the sponges in her hands. I then helped her step within the tub. I looked at her. She stood in the water, blindfolded, waitning for me. Miss Bevely Henderson, once a proud girl of Earth, now only a Gorean slave girl, waited to bathe a free male, one whom she must address as Master and serve as he pleased. I stepped down within the tub.
Then kneeling or standing as was fit, humbly, Miss Beverly Henderson, with the oils and sponges and rinsing waters bathed me. Then after a few Ehn, she toweled my body dry and then knelt before me head down.I snapped my fingers, and she stood.
I then looked at her carefully, I sensed the nature of her breathing. I touched my fingers to her side, and noted her sudden involuntary movement. I smiled. The Gorean bath of such a sort has many purposes. The cleaning of the body, of course, is only one such purpose. It has two major purposes with respect to its effect on the girl. The first is that she is performing a lowly and humble task for a man. This helps to remind her that she is a slave. Also of course, serving a man, particularly in small and humble ways, probably for biological reasons, tends to be sexually arousing for a woman. Many men, I think, fail to understand that. When a girl brings a man his sandals and ties them on his feet, she is having a sexual experience. Many men, I think, fail to understand the pervasiveness and radiance, the depth, and contextual richness of female sexuality. It is such a wonderous, deep, and marvelous thing. He who denies a woman her right to serve man, and particularly in such small ways, denies to her a portion of herself; that man is not only a fool, for he is the natural recipient of such attentions, but he is cruel; such a denial too, can make a woman ashamed to seek sexual gratification for such small services, usually unbeknowst to the boorish male, are intimately connected with such gratification; this is one resaon, incidentally, that those who secretly fear sexuality and would repudiate it, will be among the first to denounce such homely serves of love. In the case of the slave girl, of course, such services are commanded of her. She must perform them. This tells her then, on some deep level, that it is all right, truly to be a woman. Indeed, she is given no choice but to be a woman. Thusly is her love unqualifiedly liberated. This type of thing, I think, accounts for something of the joy which is experienced by many slave girls, a joy which, otherwise, would seem inexplicable. The second major purpose with respect to the effect on the girl, is that she is touching and in feect in the bathing, caressing a man's body. She is intimately close to the male, even to the extent of sensual tactuality. Being alive and hormonally active, of couse, this is arousing to her. And it is particularly arousing to a slave female, for she knows she is fit meat for the lust of men. Does her very condition not tell her that? Too, she herself, though is not touched. This is frustrating to her, naturally, and intensified her desire, usually near the surface in a slave, to be taken in the arms of the Master.He is Master. Second, it is not unpleasant to be washed humbly by a beautiful woman. Third, such service tends to arouse the girl. It is not uncommon, when such a bath has been finished, and he has been toweled by the beauty, that she kneels before him and begs to be raped.
"The bath is finished, Master," said the girl, standing before me. I jerked loose the yellow cord from her hair. I then, with the cord, tied her wrist behind her back. I thought it well that she should feel herself tied.
I then threw thick love furs at the foot of the couch. She heard them. I lifed the chains there and put them on top of the furs.
I conducted her to a place at the foot of the couch. She stood there on the furs. Often slave girls are not permitted on the couch. They are used at its foot. I took the steel collar, the rounded, narrow metal loop, with its lock, which she had brought with her into the room.
I snapped it about her throat. It fitted closely."I am now a collared female," she said. I walked away from her and placed the key among my things.I returned to her then and looked at her. Gorean men truly look at women and they know themselves looked at truly.
"My brand," she said, "is the common Kajira mark. I hope it pleases Master."I regarded it, the staff and fronds, delicate and incisive, beauty subject to discipline.Quickly I snapped my fingers, sharply. She knelt immediately on the furs among the chains. She knes well where she knelt. She knelt back on her heels, spreading her knees.I then sat on the edge of the couch, at its bottom, the plams of my hands resting on its furs and looked upon her.I wanted to howl with pleasure.
Beverly Henderson, naked and bound, knelt before me in the position of the pleasure slave. "Master?" she inquired. I noted that she has assumed the position spontaneously. That interested me.
I knew that come what may I must have her, and have her well. If she were not sent forth in the morning, perhaps bruised and sobbing, as a well-ravished slave, the men of the holding of Policrates, and its master himself, would grow throughtful. My failure to subject her uncompromisingly to the predations of my mastery would be certain to generate suspicion. The true courier of Ragnar Voskjard, I knew, would be expected to handle women well.
"Master has not deigned to speak to me," she said. "Am I to be whipped? Am I not pleasing?" I did not of course, as was my intent, respond to her. "It Master not going to rape me?" she asked."Did Master not select me out from the other girls for his pleasure?" She squirmed miserably before me. "Perhaps I am not pretty enough now for Master," she said, "now that he has seen me closely. I know that I am not as beautiful as many of the girls. I know that they say that I am not a good slave, and that I am not well broekn as yet to my collar, but I wil try to please you well."