"Master?" she asked. I walked over to the wall and hung the key on a nail there, with other keys. That is where the key should have been in the first place. There it is out of the reach of all the slave rings. Too, in this way, it is easier to keep track of them, and a customer is less likely to inadvertently walk off with one. No chains hung there, incidentally. They were apparently, at least those usually there, in use, or like the one I had found, loose on the floor. I glanced around. The place seemed crowded. Ita and Tia were dancing, summoned forth by a hostess, before a customer. I recalled Louise dancing. She had done at least that very well, surely. I wondered if she, and Earth girl, going about her business on Earth, had ever suspected that she would one day be so dancing on Gor, as a nude, collared slave. I supposed not. I wondered what she would have thought if someone had suggested this to her. Doubtless she would of thought it absurd, or amusing. But then, a moment later, she might have felt the thick layers of the chemically treated cloth held firmly over her nose and mouth. Business seemed good this evening. Indeed, it seemed to be thriving. This Ludmilla, whoever she was, I conjectured, had something of a gold mine in this little establishment. Tonight's receipts, at any rate, would probably prove quite gratifying.
I returned to the slave mat.
"Master?" asked Louise.
She looked up at me, the chain on her neck.
I removed the whip from my belt, freeing the blades. I shook them loose.
"I am from Earth!" she said.
"Spread your knees," I said.
Swiftly did the Earth girl comply.
I looked down at her. She was incredibly lovely.
"Surely you will treat me gently, and with respect," she said.
"How do you lie on a mat, Earth girl?" I asked.
"However a master pleases," she whispered.
I gestured to the mat with the whip. Immediately she lay upon it.
"Perhaps you can interest me," I said.
"Please!" she said.
"Move," I told her.
She moved then, and turned, upon the mat, sometimes on her belly, sometimes on her back, sometimes on her side, sometimes kneeling, sometimes sitting, sometimes curled up, sometimes bending backwards, pausing every moment or so, for a moment or so, stock-still, posing, that I might feast my eyes upon her loveliness, revealing thusly for me her imbonded beauty in numerous and various attitudes. There were tears in her eyes. I saw that she had had some training. She was then breathing heavily.
I let the loose whip blades brush her back. "Master?" she asked.
"Is that all you show Gorean men?" I asked. "If so, I am surprised you have not yet been fed to sleen."
"You are from Earth," she wept. "And so you, a slave, think to cheat me, and give me less?" I asked. "No," she said.
"Do you dare, slave," I asked, "to think that you can behave toward me as a typical Earth female behaves toward a man of Earth?"
"No," she said. "No!"
"Do you think you can treat me as the typical females of Earth treat the men of Earth?" I asked.
"No," she wept. "No!"
"Have you ever felt the slave whip?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said, terrified.
"Do you want to feel it again, now?" I asked.
"No! Master!" she said.
"Perform," I said.
"Yes, Master!" she said.
"Better," I said, "better. Remember you are no longer a woman of Earth now. More leg extension. That is behind you. You are now only a Gorean slave. Good. You are not even a person any longer. You are now only a lascivious animal that exists only for the pleasure of men. Only an animal. Do not forget it. But an incredibly desirable animal. Lift your hand more piteously. Good. The most desirable form of animal in existence, the female slave. That expression, improve it. Let it show that you beg a man for his touch. Do you beg a man for his touch?"
"Yes," she cried, suddenly, "I do!"
"Use the chain," I said. "It is on your neck. Use it! Use it in this mat dance." "Dance?" she wept.
"Yes," I said, "You can consider it a dance. You can treat it as a dance. You are writhing for a master, pausing now and then to startle him with your beauty, on your chain. There is even music here. Feel it in your belly. Deep in your belly! Deeper! Yes! Yes!"
"Take me!" she cried in English!" "I beg you to take me!"
I took her in my arms, and kissed her. She was helplessly hot and open. "Oh, yes," she cried. "Now! Now! I beg it! I beg it!"
"As a woman of Earth?" I asked.
"No," she sobbed, "as what I am now, as a Gorean slave of her master!" Later I used her once more, this time on her belly, that she might not forget she was a slave, nor grow too proud. I then turned her to her back. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I am yours," she wept. "I want to live for you, and to serve you in all ways."
I kissed her.
"Buy me! she begged. "Buy me!"
"I think you will one day, now that you have learned how to serve, find a fine, strong Gorean master," I said.
"Then, I, an Earth woman, will belong to a Gorean," she said.
"Yes," I said, "as do may others. And I think you will make him a splendid slave."
"Yes," she whispered softly, "a slave."
"You are a female of Earth," I said. "Such as you are fit only to wear the collars of such men."
"I know," she said.
"Aspire to nothing higher here," I said.
"I do not," she said.
"He would have you in no other way, of course," I said.
"I know," she said.
"Are you discontent?" I asked.
"No," she said. "It is a thousand times better to be the slave of such a man than to be an Empress on Earth."
I kissed her.
"Nor would I wish to be had in any other way," she said.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Because," she said, "it is what I have now learned I am, a slave." I considered her softness and beauty, and her helpless, loving responsiveness in my arms. "Yes," I said. "You are a man's slave."
"I do not dispute it," she said. "I learned it indubitably while finding myself helpless in your power. You have taught it to me, and the lesson can never be unlearned." I did not speak.
"Master," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"I think there are many slaves on Earth, only they have not yet found their masters. They do not yet wear their collars."
"Perhaps," I said.
"I think there are few men on Earth who can, or will, answer the cry of the slave in a woman."
"Perhaps," I said. "I do not know."
"Why will they not do so?" she asked.
"Perhaps it is too late for them to reclaim their manhood," I said. "Perhaps it is easier for them now, at this late date, their opportunities slipped away, surrendered to the enemies of manhood, to pretend to find it disgusting, or amusing."
She sighed.
"But here on Gor," I said, "have no such fears. Here, even for all their harshness, the cultures have not taken so unnatural, demeaning and debilitating a turn."
"True," she said.
"Here you will men such as you have only dreamed of on Earth," I said. "Yes," she said, softly.
"Here you do not have to fear even initially that men will not answer the cry of the slave in you," I said. "You will probably not even have time for that. You will be too busy kneeling, and obeying."
"True," she laughed, and kissed me. "Master," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"May I say something?" she asked.
"Of course," I said. "But if I am not pleased with it I may beat you." "Of course," she laughed.
"Do you recall that I expressed a wish that I be treated gently and with respect?" she asked.
"Vaguely," I said.
"I do not think you treated me too gently," she said.