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foot, and cast them aside. She looked at me. She had bared her feet before a
free man. The golden straps she had used to simulate the footwear which she
had worn on Earth were golden binding straps. They were the nearest thing she
could find, within her limited resources, I gathered, to what she had worn in
the restaurant. I did not object. They resembled somewhat, and well suggested,
that footwear. Such straps, incidentally, are commonly used to bind the hands
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feet of women. Sometimes, if it amused me, I could tie her in them.
There was gentle applause for the girl, and murmurs of appreciation. The
footwear had been well removed.
She then rose to her feet and stood again before us, but now barefoot upon the
tiles.
She then reached again to her left side, and undid a fastening there, below
her left arm, and then another below it, and then one at her hip. She then
unwrapped the brief sliplike garment from her body, and dropped it to one
side.
"Ah," said more than one man. "Interesting," said Glyco.
"The garments in which you now see her," I said, "are supposed to represent
typical undergarments of an Earth female."
"I see," said Glyco.
The brassiere had been simulated cleverly with soft white silk. Her beauty,
soft, and almost as though protesting its confinement, strained against this
silk. Too, between her breasts, this silk had been twisted and knotted, this
making even more evident the sweet contours of her beauty, and the sturdy,
silken restraint placed upon it. The panties, too, were simulated with white
silk, which, in a narrow rectangle, had been wrapped twice about her hips and
tucked in at her waist. There was no
nether closure to this silk, of course. The Gorean slave girl is not permitted
to shield her intimacies without the explicit permission of her master.
Besides these two garments, intended, respectively, to suggest the brassiere
and panties of an
Earth girl, she still wore, of course, the light, narrow white scarf, this
twisted and wound twice about her throat, the ends thrown over her left
shoulder.
The girl then, to the music, put back her head and put her hands behind her
back, and, reaching high behind her back, this lifting her breasts
beautifully, strained for a moment, and then, one by one, twisting slightly,
undid the hooks on the confining, tight silk.
Our eyes met.
The silk was then dropped to one side.
"Superb," said Glyco.
She then reached to the white scarf on her throat and, beautifully, to the
music, undid it one turn. She then, to the music, drew it beautifully, slowly,
from her throat, and, gracefully, dropped it to one side. She wore, of course,
now revealed, a close-fitting, gleaming slave collar.
She lifted her head, and, with her fingers, delicately indicated and displayed
the collar.
She then stood before us as a barefoot, half-naked, collared slave.
Gorean applause, and murmurs of appreciation, greeted this aspect of her
performance.
Our eyes met again.
She then reached with her right hand to her waist and undid the tuck in the
silk which was wrapped about her hips. Slowly and beautifully then, to the
music, with both hands, she unwound the silk, and then dropped it to the
tiles.
"Superb!" said Glyco.
She then crawled to me, on her hands and knees, her head humbly down. Then,
when she reached me, she lowered herself to her belly and, extending her right
hand, touched me on the knee.
She lifted her head. "You are my master," she said, "and I am your slave, and
I love you!
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"Superb!" said Glyco. "Superb!" Those at the table, even including the slaves,
Florence and
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Peggy, unable to restrain themselves, applauded. She who had been Shirley,
too, now the slave of
Aemilianus, applauded.
I took the small slave by the upper arms, and held her, half turned, on her
side, near me. I
looked down into her eyes. She was breathing heavily. She was shaken with
emotion. Her eyes looked up at me, pleadingly.
The voluptuous slave of Aemilianus was now attending again to the lamps, this
time restoring the room to its original illumination.
I then drew the slave more closely into my arms, and again regarded her,
looking deeply into her. eyes. I had never suspected that she would have
performed as she had. I had, of course, specified to Lola that she was to be
included in the entertainment, but never had I expected anything of the nature
or beauty of what I had seen. That the girl had helped to serve the dessert
course in display chains would, in itself, have fully contented me. Informed
by Lola that she was to be a component of our entertainment doubtless the girl
herself had suggested and devised this performance, abetted, of course, by
Lola. Of many things in the performance, such as the restaurant, Lola could
have known nothing. The idea of the performance, then, as well as most of the
details involved in its presentation, must have been that of my little
darkhaired slave. It was a most beautiful gift which she had given me.
The room had now been restored to its normal illumination. The candle, blown
out, and the white cloth, too, had been removed. I saw that Florence, flushed,
kneeling behind Miles of Vonda, was biting at the back of his tunic, and
putting her hands on his hips. "Get back, Slave," he said to her. "Yes,
Master," she sobbed, and knelt back. She had been aroused by the performance
of the dark-haired slave. I saw that Peggy, too, in her white tunic, was
flushed. She was breathing deeply. It seemed she could not take hoc eyes from
Callimachus.
I looked down into the eyes of the little slave. She looked up at me,
pleadingly. "Master," she whispered.
"It is time to serve the liqueurs, Slave," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. She then rose to her feet and hurried toward the
kitchen.
"Slave," I called
"Yes, Master," she said, stopping, turning, and falling to her knees.
"You will serve as you are," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said, and then, rising up, turned and hurried to the
kitchen, there to render aid to Lola and the slave of Aemilianus.
A small whimper escaped Florence.
"Be silent, Slave," said Miles of Vonda.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"She is not the only one," said Tasdron, jerking a thumb at Peggy, who,
blushing crimson, put down her head, looking away from Callimachus.
"Ah," said Glyco. "The liqueurs!
First from the kitchen, bearing her tray, came the voluptuous slave of
Aemilianus. Behind her, too with her tray, came the little dark-haired slave.
In a moment both were deferentially serving.
The collared softness of the dark-haired girl well set off the metal of the
tray, and the small, multicolored glasses and bottles upon it. It is not
unusual, at a Gorean meal, where free women are not present, for one or more
of the slaves to serve naked. At ruder meals, this makes it easier for one of
the guests, should the urge strike him, to use them.
"A free woman!" suddenly exclaimed Glyco, startled.
I smiled.
From the kitchen there had emerged, in the robes of concealment, the figure of
a woman.
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The men, save I, rose as one to their feet, for Gorean men commonly stand when
a free woman enters a room.
The voluptuous slave of Aemilianus swiftly knelt, making herself as small as
possible, putting her head to the floor. The little dark-haired slave, too,
swiftly knelt, also putting her head to the floor. Too, she shuddered, trying
to cover her nakedness with her hands. Peggy and Florence, too, now had their
heads to the floor. Slave girls, as I may have mentioned, fear free women,
terribly. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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foot, and cast them aside. She looked at me. She had bared her feet before a
free man. The golden straps she had used to simulate the footwear which she
had worn on Earth were golden binding straps. They were the nearest thing she
could find, within her limited resources, I gathered, to what she had worn in
the restaurant. I did not object. They resembled somewhat, and well suggested,
that footwear. Such straps, incidentally, are commonly used to bind the hands
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and.
feet of women. Sometimes, if it amused me, I could tie her in them.
There was gentle applause for the girl, and murmurs of appreciation. The
footwear had been well removed.
She then rose to her feet and stood again before us, but now barefoot upon the
tiles.
She then reached again to her left side, and undid a fastening there, below
her left arm, and then another below it, and then one at her hip. She then
unwrapped the brief sliplike garment from her body, and dropped it to one
side.
"Ah," said more than one man. "Interesting," said Glyco.
"The garments in which you now see her," I said, "are supposed to represent
typical undergarments of an Earth female."
"I see," said Glyco.
The brassiere had been simulated cleverly with soft white silk. Her beauty,
soft, and almost as though protesting its confinement, strained against this
silk. Too, between her breasts, this silk had been twisted and knotted, this
making even more evident the sweet contours of her beauty, and the sturdy,
silken restraint placed upon it. The panties, too, were simulated with white
silk, which, in a narrow rectangle, had been wrapped twice about her hips and
tucked in at her waist. There was no
nether closure to this silk, of course. The Gorean slave girl is not permitted
to shield her intimacies without the explicit permission of her master.
Besides these two garments, intended, respectively, to suggest the brassiere
and panties of an
Earth girl, she still wore, of course, the light, narrow white scarf, this
twisted and wound twice about her throat, the ends thrown over her left
shoulder.
The girl then, to the music, put back her head and put her hands behind her
back, and, reaching high behind her back, this lifting her breasts
beautifully, strained for a moment, and then, one by one, twisting slightly,
undid the hooks on the confining, tight silk.
Our eyes met.
The silk was then dropped to one side.
"Superb," said Glyco.
She then reached to the white scarf on her throat and, beautifully, to the
music, undid it one turn. She then, to the music, drew it beautifully, slowly,
from her throat, and, gracefully, dropped it to one side. She wore, of course,
now revealed, a close-fitting, gleaming slave collar.
She lifted her head, and, with her fingers, delicately indicated and displayed
the collar.
She then stood before us as a barefoot, half-naked, collared slave.
Gorean applause, and murmurs of appreciation, greeted this aspect of her
performance.
Our eyes met again.
She then reached with her right hand to her waist and undid the tuck in the
silk which was wrapped about her hips. Slowly and beautifully then, to the
music, with both hands, she unwound the silk, and then dropped it to the
tiles.
"Superb!" said Glyco.
She then crawled to me, on her hands and knees, her head humbly down. Then,
when she reached me, she lowered herself to her belly and, extending her right
hand, touched me on the knee.
She lifted her head. "You are my master," she said, "and I am your slave, and
I love you!
#
"Superb!" said Glyco. "Superb!" Those at the table, even including the slaves,
Florence and
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Peggy, unable to restrain themselves, applauded. She who had been Shirley,
too, now the slave of
Aemilianus, applauded.
I took the small slave by the upper arms, and held her, half turned, on her
side, near me. I
looked down into her eyes. She was breathing heavily. She was shaken with
emotion. Her eyes looked up at me, pleadingly.
The voluptuous slave of Aemilianus was now attending again to the lamps, this
time restoring the room to its original illumination.
I then drew the slave more closely into my arms, and again regarded her,
looking deeply into her. eyes. I had never suspected that she would have
performed as she had. I had, of course, specified to Lola that she was to be
included in the entertainment, but never had I expected anything of the nature
or beauty of what I had seen. That the girl had helped to serve the dessert
course in display chains would, in itself, have fully contented me. Informed
by Lola that she was to be a component of our entertainment doubtless the girl
herself had suggested and devised this performance, abetted, of course, by
Lola. Of many things in the performance, such as the restaurant, Lola could
have known nothing. The idea of the performance, then, as well as most of the
details involved in its presentation, must have been that of my little
darkhaired slave. It was a most beautiful gift which she had given me.
The room had now been restored to its normal illumination. The candle, blown
out, and the white cloth, too, had been removed. I saw that Florence, flushed,
kneeling behind Miles of Vonda, was biting at the back of his tunic, and
putting her hands on his hips. "Get back, Slave," he said to her. "Yes,
Master," she sobbed, and knelt back. She had been aroused by the performance
of the dark-haired slave. I saw that Peggy, too, in her white tunic, was
flushed. She was breathing deeply. It seemed she could not take hoc eyes from
Callimachus.
I looked down into the eyes of the little slave. She looked up at me,
pleadingly. "Master," she whispered.
"It is time to serve the liqueurs, Slave," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. She then rose to her feet and hurried toward the
kitchen.
"Slave," I called
"Yes, Master," she said, stopping, turning, and falling to her knees.
"You will serve as you are," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said, and then, rising up, turned and hurried to the
kitchen, there to render aid to Lola and the slave of Aemilianus.
A small whimper escaped Florence.
"Be silent, Slave," said Miles of Vonda.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"She is not the only one," said Tasdron, jerking a thumb at Peggy, who,
blushing crimson, put down her head, looking away from Callimachus.
"Ah," said Glyco. "The liqueurs!
First from the kitchen, bearing her tray, came the voluptuous slave of
Aemilianus. Behind her, too with her tray, came the little dark-haired slave.
In a moment both were deferentially serving.
The collared softness of the dark-haired girl well set off the metal of the
tray, and the small, multicolored glasses and bottles upon it. It is not
unusual, at a Gorean meal, where free women are not present, for one or more
of the slaves to serve naked. At ruder meals, this makes it easier for one of
the guests, should the urge strike him, to use them.
"A free woman!" suddenly exclaimed Glyco, startled.
I smiled.
From the kitchen there had emerged, in the robes of concealment, the figure of
a woman.
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The men, save I, rose as one to their feet, for Gorean men commonly stand when
a free woman enters a room.
The voluptuous slave of Aemilianus swiftly knelt, making herself as small as
possible, putting her head to the floor. The little dark-haired slave, too,
swiftly knelt, also putting her head to the floor. Too, she shuddered, trying
to cover her nakedness with her hands. Peggy and Florence, too, now had their
heads to the floor. Slave girls, as I may have mentioned, fear free women,
terribly. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]