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wrong? But it must be, else a civilization structured upon, and predicated
upon, pathologies must disintegrate and perish. But could there not be a
civilization congenial to the truths of the blood, to the nature of human
beings. Is man so foolish, so naive and habit-bound,' so fundamentally
irrational, so ready to believe anything that he might be taught, no matter
how absurd, that he cannot understand that torture cannot be truth. The test
for truth, surely, must not be pain, misery and frustration, but happiness and
joy.
"Master," she whimpered.
But surely she must be free!
But what if she were a true slave, as she had indicated?
But she could not be a true slave. She was from Earth!
But what if, even though she were from Earth, she were a true slave, as in
accord with her own avowals? Could such a thing, she from Earth, be possible,
even thinkable?
I scarcely dared even consider this possibility, fort then she, a slave, could
be mine!
I determined, cruelly, to make test of the matter.
I untied her hands. I waited then for her to shrink back in terror, to,
feeling her way, try to retreat to the far wall, per, haps cowering there, at
my mercy.
But her head was at my feet. I felt her lips kissing my feet. Beverly
Henderson was at my feet! "Forgive me, Master," she said, "if I have
displeased you." She was then holding my legs, putting her cheek against them,
and kissing them. "Forgive your slave," she said, "and let your slave please
you."
I then seized her by the arms and jerked her to her feet. She was startled.
Savagely I
jerked her small hands behind her back and, with the yellow cord, tied them
there, tightly.
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"Master?" she asked, frightened. I snapped my fingers. She knelt. I snapped my
fingers again.
She stood. I then threw her, bodily, onto the deep furs on the surface of the
couch. She lay there, on her side. I picked up the whip and shook out its
cods. She heard the sound, and moaned. I approached her. She was tense,
frightened. She, in the darkness of the blindfold, could see nothing. She
shuddered in fear as I touched the whip lightly to her body, moving it.
upon her right calf. She gasped. Then I moved the whip about on her body,
slowly, curiously, observing her responses. She was tense, and frightened.
"Please do not whip me, Master," she said. I put the fiat, leather coils of
the whip then to her mouth. She, lying on her side, fervently, frightened,
kissed them, again and again. "Please do not whip me, Master," she begged.
I put the whip on the couch, to one side, where I might have it at hand, to
lash her if she were not totally pleasing.
I then had her, and as the bound slave she was.
She cried out, startled, taken with such force. I looked down at her, gripped
in my arms. I dragged her from the couch and threw her then on the chains and
furs at its foot. In my desire, and in my eagerness, and in my fury and joy, I
had had the wench on the surface of the great couch itself. But she now lay
bound at the foot of the couch, in the shadow of the slave ring, trembling, in
a more fit place for a slave such as she. I then again took her. She was
gasping, and shuddering. It is sometimes months before a girl is permitted,
commanded, to ascend her master's couch. Even then she commonly enters it not
as a free person, directly, but as a slave, from the lower left, or bottom,
after first kneeling and kissing its furs. She cried out, shuddering in my
arms, suddenly had again. "Oh, Master," she sobbed, "Master!" My hands were
again hard on her arms. I, kneeling then, pulled her, too, to her knees. Then
I
shook her and threw her to her side, on the furs and chains, against the
bottom of the couch.
She was sobbing, and gasping. She pulled against the cord loops on her wrists.
There were marks, from my hands, on her arms. "Please, Master," she sobbed.
She rose, terrified, to her knees, and then to her feet, trying to escape. She
stumbled, in the blindfold, against the edge of the couch, crying out,
bruising herself. She then stumbled from the couch, frightened, lost her
footing and, crying out, turning, fell into the tub. She tried to scramble,
weeping, to her feet, but I was on her in an instant. I forced her to her
knees in the water and then, holding her by the hair, not permitting her to
leave her knees, I forced her head back until her dark hair, beneath where I
had it knotted in my hand, was loose, floating in the water, and the bow of
her exquisite slave beauty was well exposed to me. I regarded her for a time,
so held.
"Please, Master," she wept, "be gentle with me." Angrily then, my hand still
in her hair, I
jerked her head forward and, still keeping her on her knees, crouching over
her, I thrust her face beneath the water. I held it there for a time, and then
pulled it up. Sputtering, half
blinded by the water, gasping, she wept, "Please, Master, forgive me! I did
not mean to displease you!
I then flung her on her back in the water and, she struggling, gasping, trying
to keep her head above water, again had her. Then I thrust her up, half
sitting, half lying, against the edge of the tub. She turned her head toward,
me, gasping. The blindfold was sopped, but secure. Her hair and body were
soaked and wet. The cord loops, soaked, were still tight on her small wrists.
Her body, wet, was interesting to touch. Then I again had her.
"Master," she sobbed.
I rose to my feet and stepped from the tub. I walked slowly, shuddering, about
the room. Then I was calm. I looked back at her. She was half lying, half
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kneeling, against the side of the tub. I went to her and took her by, the
collar and pulled her to her feet, and from the tub, and to the foot of the
couch, where I put her to her knees. Crouching near her I
toweled dry the steel loop on her throat. It, like her, belonged to
Policrates. I then, gently, dried her hair, and wrapped a towel about it.
Also, because I intended to put her in the ankle ring, I dried her left ankle.
I did not dry her beyond those things, however, what was necessary to protect
the collar and steel of Policrates. I then locked her left ankle in the ankle
ring, thus fastening her, by a length of chain, to the foot of my couch. Had
she been my own girl I probably would have dried her completely. It is
pleasant, as one may well imagine, to towel one's slave.
"Master," she wept. "Master."
I made her lie down there, at the foot of the great couch. I then, satisfied,
and fulfilled as I would not have believed possible, entered upon the great
couch and lay wearily upon its furs.
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