“Let us hope they meet,” she said.
“I suppose you are right,” I said.
“Master?” she said.
“That this world, Gor, is a man’s world,” I said.
“I would not have it otherwise,” she said.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Because,” she said, “I am a woman.”
“And a slave,” I said.
“We are all slaves,” she said. “We all hope to meet our masters.”
“Perhaps,” I said.
“Which of us does not wish to be sold off a block,” she said, “into the arms of a master?”
“Perhaps you would like to choose the master,” I said.
“Of course!” she laughed.
“But it is you who are chosen, you who are sold,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
I then reminded her of her vulnerability and bondage.
How pleasantly, in her collar, and how helplessly, unable to help herself, for I had denied her this option, she writhed, thrashed, and begged.
Slaves should be perfectly mastered, but not abused. They are lovely creatures to be owned and ruled, and worked, and put to the fullest of female uses, but are not to be treated with cruelty nor subjected, no more than any other animal one might own, to gratuitous pain. That is pointless, counterproductive, and irrational. The slave must strive to her utmost to be a good slave, to be pleasing, fully, to her master, but if she is honestly and sincerely, fervently and deferentially, doing her best, for what more could one ask? Relish her, and, if you wish, grant her a kind word, and, should it be your pleasure, a caress. From the body and mind of your slave extract the most exquisite and inordinate pleasures that a human male can know, the mastery of a female of his species.
Keep her in her collar, and enjoy her.
The finest of slaves knows the whip exists and that it will be used on her promptly if she is not pleasing, and that doubtless flavors the relationship, but, too, fear of the whip is much less likely to be her motivation than her desire to please her master. She is grateful to have a master, and grateful that he has seen fit to own and fulfill her.
When she had fallen asleep I covered her carefully with the blankets, arranging them about her, in the berth. I then dressed, and drew my sea cloak about me, left the cabin, ascended the stairs in the companionway, and went to the main deck, and thence to the stem castle. I stood there for a long time, watching the sea. The light of the three moons, visible together this night, shimmered on the water. I could occasionally hear the snap of the canvas of the three large, square sails, adjusting to the wind, and the creak of the yards from which they were suspended.
Our course, as I determined from the stars, would continue to take us south of Cos, and north of Tyros. Beyond these island ubarates would be some small, farther islands. It was not clear what might lie beyond those tiny islands.
Beyond them nothing was charted.