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.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsensuousness.Too, she was becoming happy.Her gag, no longer necessary on heras an instructional or disciplinary device, was that which now packed thepretty face of the dark-haired girl, she who had been her second in command,who now brought up the rear of the coffle.51Bila Huruma"Like this?" asked the blond girl of Janice."Crouch down further," said Janice."Take the tether in both hands, one aboveand one below your left thigh.Hold the tether tightly against your leftthigh.Feel it there.Now move your hips like this.""Like this?" asked the blond girl."Yes," said Janice.I watched the blond girl.How flushed and excited was her face, how free oftension and tightness, how free of anxiety and stress.There is an incredible,effusive release of energy and happiness when a woman stops fighting herself.It requires an inordinate amount of energy, of course, to maintain the sternrigidities of self-suppression and constriction.Self-denial, self-torture,pretense, hypocrisy and conformance to external, alien standards must exacttheir inevitable costs.Their damage and toll is torn not only from the heart,but from the tissues of the body as well.The laws are implacable, theconsequences inexorable.The equations of misery are registered not only inthe conscious annals of pain but, too, are tallied no less in the verychemistry of the body.The human being is the only animal we know who torturesitself.It need not do so.Yet how few human beings understand that, and howfew believe it, truly."Should this not be done, really, with a chain?" asked the blond girl."I have done it myself only with a tether," said Janice."A chain, however,might be nice.""Surely this drilling in the stone at my feet," said the blond, "was for achain.""Probably," said Janice.The blond stopped, and straightened up.She was covered with sweat."If Ilearn to do this well," she asked, "do you think my master might permit me agarment?"Janice shrugged."If your performance merits it, and if you are sufficientlypleasing to him in all ways, he might deign to throw you a rag to cover yourprettiness.""I will try to be pleasing to him," said the blond."See that you do," said Janice, "but remember that he is my master before heis yours.""Yes, Mistress," said the blond.The two new slaves addressed our older girlsas 'Mistress.' Kisu and I thought that would be useful in keeping order amongthem.In any training situation, of course, it is common for the girl beingtrained to address a female trainer, whether the trainer is bond or free, as'Mistress.' Strict discipline is essential in slave instruction."You are not really much larger than I," said Janice."No, Mistress," said the blond.The blond was about five and a half feet tall,and would have weighed, I conjecture, about twenty-nine stone, Gorean, aboutone hundred and sixteen pounds."Now sit down and cross your ankles," said Janice."Loop the tether aboutthem, as though they were bound.When I give the signal, unloop the tether asthough it were unbound.Rise then, and stretch, as a slave girl, before yourmaster.""Yes, Mistress," said the blond.I smiled to myself.Never when she was on Earth, I conjectured, had Janicethought that she would one day be giving instruction in, of all things, thearts of pleasing a man.Earth women, it is well known, are above such things,unless perhaps they are brought naked to Gor and placed in steel collars.TheyPage 251ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthen, quickly enough, become desperately eager to learn the delightful andsensuous arts.This makes sense.Their lives depend on it."Not bad," said Janice."You will teach me things to do with my mouth and tongue, won't you?" beggedthe blond."Perhaps," said Janice, "if you gather wood for me, and wash clothing for me,with the exception of that of my master.""I will, I will," said the blond.Girls seek eagerly to learn from oneanother."That is enough," said Kisu.He pulled apart Turgus and the dark-haired girl.They were still gagged, and had their hands tied behind them.Kisu thencrossed and bound the ankles of each.I looked about the great room.It was perhaps two hundred feet in width anddepth, with tall columns.It was filled with great blocks of stone, which hadfallen, perhaps centuries ago, from the roof.The walls were still, generally,intact.The floor, save where it was cluttered, was generally smooth, save forcertain drillings, through which chain might be passed.Some chains, littlemore than fragile collections of rust, ready to crumble at a touch, lay about.The room was reached by a broad flight of stairs.And, in the rear of theroom, there was another broad flight of stairs, leading upward to anotherlanding and walk.On the walls, which circled about, still largely standing,there were dim mosaics.The chamber had apparently, long ago, been used in theenslavement and training of women, doubtless taken in the raids and wars ofthose who had built these mighty halls.Some of the mosaics showed theclothing of miserable captives being taken from them; others showed them beingtied and whipped, doubtless to introduce them quickly and mercifully to theconcept of being under discipline; others showed them being marked by hotirons and placed in collars; others showed them kneeling, head down, insubmission, before their masters; others showed them being danced before theirmasters; others showed them serving the intimate pleasures of their masters.We had chosen this room in which to camp, because of the girls.They had beenthrilled with the mosaics.Almost fainting they had begged to dance and beused.Women learn from example.If one presents them only with masculineimages, presented in approval contexts, they will often attempt dutifully toconform to these alien models.If one, on the other hand, permits them to beaware of genuine female images, presented within contexts of honesty, opennessand permissibility, it is natural for them to feel deep biological affinitiesfor what is portrayed.For what it is worth women tend on the whole to beunsuccessful in conforming to masculine images, and tend to take gracefullyand naturally to feminine images, toward which they seem to have geneticpredispositions [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]