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pleasures which might be the envy of any vital organism. These pleasures, of course, can be used
by a man to make her a helpless prisoner and slave. Perhaps, that is why free women guard
themselves so sternly against them. The slave girl, of course, cannot guard herself against them,
for she is at the mercy of her master, who will treat her not as she wishes, but precisely as he
wishes. Then she yields, as she must, and as a free woman may not, and her will is yielded in
ecstasy to his. The needs of a woman, biologically, are deep; it is unfortunate that some men
regard it as wrong to satisfy them. The correct treatment of a female, which is only possible to
administer to a girl who is owned, is adjusted to her needs, and is complex and subtle. The least
girl contains wonders for the master who understands her. Two things may perhaps be said. The
correct treatment of a girl does not always preclude courtesy and gentleness no more than it
always involves them. There is a time for courtesy and gentleness, and a time for harshness. The
master must remember that he owns the girl; if he keeps this in mind he will generally treat her
correctly. He must be strong, and he must be capable of administering discipline if she is not
pleasing. Sex in a woman, as in a man, is not only richly biological but psychological as well,
and the words suggest a distinction which is somewhat misleading. We are psycho-physical
organisms, or better perhaps, thinking, feeling organisms. Part of the correct treatment of a
woman is treating her as you wish; she has genetic dispositions for submission bred into every
cell of her body, a function of both natural and sexual selection. Accordingly, what might seem
brutal or quick to a man can be taken by a woman in the dimensions of her sentience as irrefutable
evidence of his domination of her, her being owned by him, which thrills her to the core for it
touches the ancient biological meaning of her womanhood. He simply uses her for his pleasure,
because he wished to do so. He is her master.
I did not thrust her from me.
"May I speak your name, Master?" she begged.
"Yes," I said.
"Tarl," she whispered. "I love you."
"Be silent, Slave Girl," I said.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
I watched the shadows on the ceiling. I sensed her lips softly kissing me.


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You may judge and scorn the Goreans if you wish. Know as well, however, that they judge and scorn
you.
They fulfill themselves as you do not.
Hate them for their pride and power. They will pity you for your shame and weakness.
Half-Ear stood somewhere upon Gor.
I did not know where.
Perhaps there was never a time for courtesy and gentleness with an owned woman.
The girl beside me, Vella, was an owned woman.
I laughed. I wondered if I had been tempted to weakness. She trembled then. Still she kissed me,
but now frightened, trying to placate me.
How small and weak she was. And how beautiful. How I relished the owning of every bit of her!
I wondered if I had been tempted to weakness. Courtesy and gentleness for a slave? Never!
"Please me," I said. My voice was hard.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. She began to lick and kiss at my body.
In time I ordered her to desist and put her again to her back. I lifted aside the chain which ran
to her collar.