I then considered many things, Earth and its miseries, the nature of life, genetic endowments, biology, civilizations, chains and collars, and the small, excruciatingly desirable, curvaceous beasts that are human females.
I heard her whimper. I looked up. "Yes?" I said.
"May I speak, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Thank you for tying me," she whispered.
I nodded. In tying her I had, of course, demonstrated her desirability for me. She was worth tying. Too, I had demonstrated for her, in a way that is incontrovertible for a female, my mastery over her. I had tied her. Too, of course, I had enjoyed tying her, making her helpless and mine. It is a great pleasure for a man to tie a woman. It is interesting to consider, when one thinks of it, that there are probably many men who, in all their lives, have never tied a woman. These, of course, are not Gorean men.
I stood up, and looked down at her. She shrank back. This amused me.
"Alas," she said, lightly, "now I must clear the table, and finish the dishes, and put the house in order."
"Such things can wait," I told her.
"Oh," she said.
I continued to regard her.
"Doubtless I am now to be locked in my kennel for the night," she said.
"No," I said.
"Oh," she said.
I continued to regard her, amused. She squirmed on her knees.
"Master gave away two girls tonight," she said, lightly. "But he kept me. He kept me in his collar."
"Yes," I said.
"Is that meaningful?" she asked.
"Perhaps," I said.
"I am now the only girl in the house," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"Am I to be kept for full service?" she asked.
"Doubtless you have much to learn of cooking and sewing," I said, "but I have no doubt that you are already a superb little maid and laundress."
"Does Master intend to buy other girls?" she asked.
"That will be decided later," I said.
"I shall endeavor to be such that master will find the purchase of others girls unnecessary," she said.
"But then," I said, "you would have to render a full service."
She put her head down, shyly. "It is my desire," she said, "to render my master a full service."
"A full Gorean service?" I asked.
"Despise me, if you must, my Master," she said, "but the answer is a most emphatic 'Yes! "
"It had better be," I said.
"It is," she laughed. "It is, my Master!"
I walked over to her, and looked down into her eyes.
"But will you not, sometimes, remember that you knew me from Earth?"
"Yes," I said.
"But you made me serve your guests naked," she said, reproachfully.
"Of course," I said. "There were two reasons for that. Neither of them, of course, need be made known to you."
"Please, Master," she said.
"The first reason," I said, "was for your own instruction. In performing such servile tasks for the guests, and while naked, were you not fully conscious that you were a slave?"
"Quite, Master," she said. "I am certain that I have profited well from the lesson."
"Secondly," I said, "you are very pretty. Thus your nudity contributed to the pleasure of the guests and myself, thereby improving the course of the liqueurs."
"Then you might have me serve nude anytime?" she asked.
"Of course," I said.
"Even though you knew me from Earth?"
"Of course," I said. "Do not expect, simply because we are both of Earth origin, that this will soften your slavery. It will only make it more delectable."
"Yes, Master," she said. "Master," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"I do not want my slavery to be softened," she said, "for any reason."
"It will not be," I told her.
"I beg to be kept in a full, and hard, slavery," she said, looking up at me.
"You will be," I told her.
"Without compromise," she begged.
"Without compromise," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said. "It is how I have always wanted to serve you, even from the first moment I saw you,on the campus of the university."
"And, too," I said, "from the first moment I saw you, it was the form of service I wished from you."
"It is now yours, my Master," she said.
I then crouched down and gently lowered her, to her back, on the tiles. I then stood up, and looked down at her, naked and bound, at my feet.
"Please rape me, Master," she said. "Please subject me to slave rape."
"Why?" I asked.
She looked up at me, startled. She squirmed in the bonds. There were tears in her eyes.
"I beg to be raped," she said. "Please, Master, rape me! Rape me!"
"Why?" I asked.
"Is it not obvious?" she asked, weeping, twisting in the golden straps.
I smiled.
"I–I," she stammered.
"Say it," I said.
"I–I am hot in my collar!" she wept. She then blushed crimson.
"What a vulgar little slave, you are," I said.
"What a beast Master is," she said, "to make a girl so explicitly confess her needs."
I then crouched down and untied her ankles, but I held them together in my hands. I felt them trying, straining, to move apart, but they could not do so. She had little leverage and, in any event, her strength was as nothing compared to mine. They would not be thrown apart until I wished.
"This will be the first time that you have truly had me, as my own Master," she said. "You took me in the Street of the Writhing Slave as a Coin Girl, a mere rent girl, a street girl, a gutter wench, and you have taken me, I a helpless slave, I not knowing you, in the guise of my unknown Gorean master, but this will be the first time that you have had me, so to speak, in your own name and right."
"Yes," I said.
"Please, Master," she said, "may I beg one thing! Let it be swift, efficient and uncaring. Put me under your lust, as a mere object!"
I regarded her. Obviously at my least touch she would go into orgasm. I had never seen a slave more ready for exploitative penetration. She wanted her first having by me, in my own name and right, to be one which would make it clear to her that she, in my arms, was only a mere slave.
"Oh!" she cried, as I flung apart her ankles. She looked at me, in sudden fear. Then I took her.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she cried.
Then I withdrew from her.
She lay at my feet, on her side, her hands bound behind her. "Oh, yes, yes," she whimpered.
I had had her casually, swiftly, ruthlessly, without sensitivity or tenderness. I had had her as a meaningless piece of slave meat.
"Yes," she moaned, softly, "yes, yes."
I looked down at her. Sexuality in the human female is a marvelous, deep, complex and total thing. Consider the female at my feet. I had scorned to show her the least respect. I had treated her as trash, and a worthless slave. Yet she moaned, bound, on the tiles, in joy. She had been treated as she had wished, as one who was merely mine, and must submit, in the order of nature. I looked down at her. Her entire body, in all its curves and beauty, cried out her vulnerable sexuality. What scoundrel, I wondered, would refuse to satisfy the needs of the female of his species?
I kicked the girl with the side of my foot. "You are now in your place, Slave," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said. "You had me well."
With my foot I rolled her to her back on the tiles before me.
"Will Master keep me?" she asked. "Did I please Master?"
"You were not entirely displeasing," I said. "At least for the time, you will be kept."
"I will try to work out," she said.
I looked down at her, on her back, her hands tied, on the tiles at my feet.