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Advice to a new Gorean Master
Topic Started: Dec 27 2011, 04:07 PM (142 Views)
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Advice to a new Gorean Master


Do not free the slave, but instead possess her
Do with her what you wish, it is the only thing that will truly fulfill her
Do not ask the slave if the terms are acceptable, simply tell her your terms
Make certain you get everything you want from her
You must not yield to the temptation to be weak with her - she must know that you are not to be trifled with
She must know she is always within your discipline
She will naturally test the strength of your will, the boundaries of her slavery
Buy a whip

He reached down, awkwardly, to lift her up, but it seemed she fought him, struggling, and could not be raised higher than to her knees, and then, he desisting in amazement, she had her head down again, to his feet, in obeisance, and was kissing them. She was laughing, and crying. “I love you, Master!” she wept. “I love you! I will be hot, devoted and dutiful! I am yours! I will live to please you! I will live to love and serve you! I love you, my master!” She kissed him again, and again, about the feet, the ankles, the sides of the calves. Then she looked up at him, timidly, love bright in her eyes. “I will try to be a good slave to you, Master!” she said.
“Surely I must free you!” he cried.
“No!” she suddenly cried, in terror.
“No?” he said.
“No!” she said. “Please, no, my Master!”
“I have waited too long for my slavery! It is what I have desired and craved all my life! Do not take it from me!”
“I do not understand,” he said, haltingly.
“I am not a man!” she said. “I am a woman! I want to love and serve, wholly, helplessly, unquestioningly, irreservedly, unstintingly! I want to ask nothing and to give all! I want to be possessed by you, to be yours literally, to be owned by you!”
He was speechless.
“My slavery is precious to me,” she said. “Please, Master, do not take it from me!”
“What should I do?” he asked me, wildly.
Lavinia, too, kneeling before him, her arms not about his legs, looked at me, wildly, pleadingly, tears in her eyes.
“What do you want to do?” I asked him.
“Truly?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“She is beautiful!” he said.
“Of course,” I said.
“I want her,” he said.
“Subject to what limits?” I asked.
“To no limits,” he said.
“Then it seems you want her wholly,” I said.
“Yes,” he said, “wholly.”
There is only one way to have a woman wholly,” I said, “and that is for her to be your slave, for you to own her.”
(pg. 465)
“Please, please Master!” wept Lavinia, looking up at Milo. “Please, Master!”
“Do with her what you wish,” I said. “But she is a slave. It is the only thing which will truly fulfill her. It is the only thing which will make her truly happy.”
“I do not know what to do?” he said.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
“I want to own her!” he cried, angrily. “I want to own every inch of her, every particle of her, every bit of her, totally, every hair on her head, every mark on her body, all of her, all of her! I want to own her, completely!”
“Yes, Master! Yes, Master!” said Lavinia.
“It is what you want, and it is what she wants, too,” I said.
“You understand,” said he to Lavinia, “that if I make this decision, it is made.”
“Yes, Master!” she said.
“Once it is made, it is made,” he said.
“Yes, Master!” she said.
“And that is acceptable to you?” he asked.
“She is a slave,” I said. “It makes no difference whether it is acceptable to her or not. You are the master.”
He looked down at Lavinia.
“He is right, of course, Master,” she said. “My wishes are nothing, as they are only the wishes of a slave. My will is nothing, as it is only the will of a slave. I am at your mercy, totally. I am in your power, completely.”
“Aii!” he said, understanding this.
“Master?” she asked.
“You are my slave,” he announced, accepting her.
“I love you, Master!” she wept, putting her head against his thigh.
“I own you,” he said, softly, wonderingly.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Truly,” he said.
“Yes, my master!” she said.
“It is one thing to own a woman,” I said, “and it is another to have her within the bonds of an excellent mastery.”
“Undoubtedly,” he said.
“I do not think you have had much experience at this sort of thing,” I said.
“No,” he admitted. “I haven’t.”
“Perhaps you, slave girl,” I said to Lavinia, “can teach him something about the handling of slaves.”
“Of course, Master,” she smiled.
“You must make certain that you get everything you want from her,” I said, “and then, if you wish, more, even a thousand times more.”
“Aii!” he said.
“All is your due,” I said. “She is a slave.” “How can I believe such happiness?” he asked. “Do not yield to the temptation of being weak with her,” I cautioned him. “She loves you, but she must also fear you. She must know that, you are not to be trifled with. She must know herself to be always within your discipline.”
“I understand,” he said.
“And as she is female,” I said, “she may occasionally, curious, foolishly, particularly at first, wish to test the strength of your will, to discover, if you like, the boundaries of her condition.”
“Master!” protested Lavinia.
“It is then up to you to teach her what they are, promptly, decisively, unmistakably.”
“I understand,” he said.
“She wants to know, so to speak, the length of her chain, the location of the walls of her cell. Too, she wants to be reassured of your strength. She wants to know that you are her master, truly, in the fullness of reality. Having learned this, she need not be so foolish in the future. She will have discovered that stone is hard and that fire burns. Thenceforth she will be in her place, pleased and content.”
“The whip, tell him of the whip, Master!” said Lavinia.
“It is a symbol of authority, and an instrument of discipline,” I said. “The slave is subject to it. Some masters think it is useful to occasionally use it on a slave, if only to remind her that she is a slave.”
“How could anything so beautiful be touched with the leather?” he asked.
“That we learn to obey, and who is master!” laughed Lavinia.
“Buy a whip,” I advised him.
“Yes, Master,” said Lavinia.
“You wish me to buy a whip?” asked Milo of the slave.
“Yes, Master!” she said.
“But, why?” he asked.
“So I well know that I must obey, and be pleasing!” she said.
“I see,” he said.
“And that you will have a convenient implement at hand for enforcing my discipline,” she said.
“A whip, of course, is not absolutely necessary,” I said. “There are many other means of enforcing discipline.”
(Side note - see also Complete ownership of slaves)
“True,” said Lavinia.
“But there is much to be said for the whip,” I said. “It is perhaps the simplest, most practical device for such purposes. It is also traditional. Also, of course, it has symbolic value.”
Lavinia, on her knees, looked up at Milo, her master. “Yes, Master!” she said.
“You truly think I should get a whip?” asked Milo. I was pleased that he had addressed this question to me, and not to Lavinia. He was beginning, I noted, to get a sense of the mastery. The decision in such matters lay among free men, not with slaves. Lavinia looked up at, smiling. She, too, to her delight, recognized that she had been left out of the matter. Milo was learning, quickly, how to relate to her, namely, as her master. She was a slave. Such decisions would be made by others. She would not participate in them, but, as was appropriate for a slave, simply abide by their consequences.
“Certainly,” I said.
He pondered the matter.
“And,” I said, glancing down at Lavinia, “if she is not pleasing, use it on her, literally, and well.”
He swallowed, hard.
She put down her head, shyly.
“She is a slave,” I said, “not a free companion, who may not be touched, to whom nothing may be done, even if she turns your life into a torture, even if she drives you mad, even if she intends to destroy you, hort by hort.”
“She is so beautiful,” he said. “It is hard to think of touching her with the whip.”
“Sometimes,” I said, “it is the most beautiful who are the most in need of a whipping.”
“May I speak?” asked Lavinia.
“Yes,” said Milo.
“Too, Master,” said Lavinia. “I love you, so I want you, sometime, or sometimes, to whip me.”
He regarded her, puzzled.
“I want to know I am your slave,” she said.
“I do not understand,” he said.
“Teach me that you are my master.”
“I do not understand,” he said.
“It has to do with being subject to the master,” I said , “with being truly his.”
“Interesting,” said Milo.
“For a female,” I said, “I would recommend the wide-bladed, five stranded whip.”
Lavinia looked up, startled. She had not anticipated, it seemed, that whip. Doubtless she already regretted her recent tolerances and enthusiasms. If it were to be to that particular implement that she was to be subject, matters, it seemed, were to be viewed suddenly in a quite different perspective. On Gor, slave girls live in terror of that whip. It is designed for the female slave, to correct her behavior with great effectiveness while not leaving lasting traces, which might reduce her value.
“Is anything wrong?” I asked Lavinia.
“I will try to be pleasing to my master,” she said.
“I am sure of it,” I said.
“It seems she knows that whip,” he said.
“She has at least heard of it,” I said. “With it on your wall, I have little doubt she will prove to be a most excellent slave, particularly if she has once felt it. It is an excellent tool. You can buy one for as little as one or two copper tarsks.”
-Magicians

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The complete ownership and control of slaves on Gor

SEE ALSO Advice to a new Master (Quotes from Magicians)
Putting a slave through her paces



All power is with the Master
The slave thus strives to be pleasing enough that her Master will keep her

I considered the unilaterality of the master/slave relationship. All power is with the master. This, of course, has its effect upon the slave. Let her strive to be such that her master will keep her.
-Magicians

A full, complete slavery arouses a slave
" 'Do you think you will have an easy slavery with me?' he asked.
'No, Master,' she said.
'You are right,' he said. 'Your slavery will be a full slavery.'
'I desire no other,' she said, turning her head to face him.
I could smell the heat of her."
-Explorers

Slave responds to being choiceless, overpowered
"I am a slave girl. I live to be the obedient, grateful, vunerable object of such lust and power. I have always dreamed of it. I wish to be choiceless, to be overpowered, and made to serve."
-Magicians

"Being a slave is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence. There is a great deal more to it than simply serving a master on the furs."
-Players

Whether a girl may wear clothing is solely at the Masters discretion
She strives to be pleasing enough to deserve it

I regarded the girl. In warmer seasons, or warmer areas, one may take one's time in making the decision as to whether or not a female is to be permitted clothing. Some masters keep their slaves naked for a year or more. The girl is grateful when, and if, she is permitted clothing, be it only a bit of cloth or some rag or other.
-Mercenaries

Whether a slave is allowed to eat or not is completely in the masters control
In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control.
-Guardsman

Slaves are fed if they have been pleasing
Control of food is used to encourage a girl to strive desperately to please

I was hungry, and it was now dusk.
"When do we eat? I asked Ute.
"After the masters," said Ute, referring to the guards in the plural, "if we please them."
"If we please them?" I asked.
"I am always fed," said Lana.
"Do not fear," said Ute, laughing at me, "you are white silk!"
I looked down.
"You will please them," Ute reassured me. "We all will. Why do you think they asked for us?"
"Perhaps we should have eaten in the food line," I said.
"And be beaten?" asked Lana.
"No," I said, confused.
"A hungry girl often serves better," said Ute. Then she laughed at me. "Do not fear," she said. "If they like you, they will throw you food."
-Captive

Slaves, unable to eat unless given food by their masters, are acutely aware that when they are not fed - they have not been pleasing
Few things so impress a mans dominance on a slave as control of her food
Girls who strive to be pleasing and are pleasing are fed
Girls who are not, are not

Much depends on the man; the will of the girl counts for nothing. In some dwellings a girl must, before the evening meal, hand her plate to the man; he will then, normally, return it to her; if she has not been completely pleasing to him, on the other hand, she may not be fed that night. Control of a girl’s food not only permits the intelligent regulation of her caloric intake but provides an excellent instrument for keeping her in line; control the food, control the girl. Food control, for the man, also has unexpected rewards. Few things so impress a man’s dominance on her, or her dependence upon him, than the control of her food. So simple a thing thrills her to the core. It makes her eager to please him as a slave girl.
-Slave Girl

Food sometimes withheld simply to remind a girl on whom she depends for her very life
Or to encourage her to strive even harder

Crusts of bread did I throw to the boards before her. It was slave bread, rough and coarse-grained. The beauty ate it eagerly. She had not known if she was to be fed that day. Sometimes the slave is not fed. This might occur for aesthetic reasons, as, for example, if her measurements, which are generally carefully kept, should minutely depart from her master's conception of her ideal curvatures; sometimes merely to remind her of on whom she depends, totally, for her very life, sometimes as a training or disciplinary measure; sometimes merely to startle or puzzle her. What has she done? She is not told. Has she not been sufficiently pleasing? She is not told. The girl, frightened, anxious, redoubles her efforts to please in all the thousand spheres of her slavery, intellectual, physical and imaginative; no master, it is said, who has not denied his girl food knows her; pleasant indeed are the surprises which such a fellow, who thought hitherto he knew his girl, upon the completion of the simple experiment, receives; the girl's wits are sharpened; she becomes resourceful, helpless, desperate, attentive, inventive; "Feed me, Master," she begs. "Feed me!" at the conclusion of such an experiment, when she is fed, it is always, kneeling naked, from his hand. The lesson is not soon forgotten. Few things so impress the dominance of a male on a woman, and her dependence on him, as his control of her food. This dominance, provided it is absolute, thrills a woman to the core.
-Tribesmen

Masters often know their slaves deeply
This knowledge of his slave puts her more at his mercy

He may exploit her weaknesses and manipulate her feelings in his mastery of her, giving him greater power over her
It is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife; the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the dispositions of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy; by making it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the helpless condition of slavery, it gives him greater power over her. For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies: if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten; too, she may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these, too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive; these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar;
-Tribesmen

"Comb your hair," said a man, bringing out a box of wooden combs, "and then you will be fed."
We took the combs and knelt, letting the blankets fall about our waist, and combed our hair. I think it pleased the men to see us do this. Gorean men relish women, and enjoy watching them, even in the performance of such simple, homely acts as combing their hair. To be sure, we were bare-breasted, and slaves, and obeying. We had not been asked to form a combing circle, probably because they were willing to permit us to remain in the vicinity of the fire. There were too few of us to circumscribe the fire. We would have had to withdraw from the fire, or most of us. In the combing circle we kneel in a circle, each girl combing the hair of the girl in front of her. Making us comb our hair before we were fed, incidentally, is typical of the manner in which Gorean men treat female slaves. The woman is to be presentable and beautiful, before she is permitted food. How much darker, I noted, did my hair, and that of the other brunets look, when it was wet. The combs were of yellow wood, and had long teeth. The entire comb, including the teeth, was about five inches square. There are various hairdos in which such combs are worn in the hair. usually, however, the hair of slaves is worn long, and loose, or confined only in some simple way, as with a ribbon or woolen fillet. Some masters like the ponytail hairdo on a slave, which, on Gor, is usually spoken of as the "leash," or "hair leash," for, by it, a girl may be conveniently seized and controlled. Upswept hairdos are usually reserved for free women, or high slaves. They are a hairdo of that sort to a slave is the master's pleasure in undoing it, in loosening it, thus reminding even the high slave that in his arms, ultimately, she, the high slave, is yet a slave, and as much or more than the lowest girl in the most remote village. The loosening of a woman's hair on Gor in an extremely sensuous, meaningful act. "Who loosens her hair?" is a way of asking, in effect, who owns her.
-Dancer

Struck with a whip when not standing beautifully
The slave is shown that she is, in a way, important - she is to be beautiful and nothing less will be accepted from her
The back of my calves, where I had been struck, now felt better. That had really been foolish of me, standing in a slovenly manner in the coffle, when there might have been men about, and indeed, had been one, and with a whip. That I had been lashed, however, showed me that I was, in a way, important, and that men cared about me. I was a female. I made some sort of difference to them. They were genuinely interested in females, and liked them, and were concerned with them. They wanted us to be as charming and beautiful as we could be, and would, frankly, hold us accountable for such things.
-Dancer

Reminded utterly that he controls her
I cuffed her, backhanded, striking her from her position to her side on the love furs. She looked up at me from the furs, her eyes wide, blood at her mouth. Then she resumed the position of the pleasure slave.
"Last night," she said. "Did it mean nothing? Surely you love me!"
"Be silent, Slave," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said
I picked up the whip.
"Am I to be whipped?" she asked.
"If it pleases me," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I held the whip to her mouth, its blades folded back.
She kissed it, and shuddered, and I placed it on the couch.
I slid the bronze pot toward her, across the tiles, to where, going to the end of her chain, she might reach it. "Relieve yourself," I told her, "facing me."
"Yes, Master," she said and, backing toward the pot, and squatting over it, she did so.
I enjoyed making her perform this simple, homely act is my presence.
"I am a slave, aren't I?" she asked.
"Yes,` I said.
I then slid the pot to the side of the room, and gave her a pan of water and a rag, with which she might freshen herself. When she had done this I put the pan and the rag to one side. She then knelt again in the position of the pleasure slave, on the furs, the heavy chain dangling between her breasts, and then lying over her left thigh, thence descending to the furs and lifting to the slave ring.
"Good morning," I said to her.
"Good morning, Master," she said.
-Guardsman

I held a date before her, and she leaned forward, stretching her chained neck to reach it, and I drew it back. She then knelt back again, on her heels. Whether she were to receive the date or not was my decision I then gave it to her, putting it in her mouth.
"My Master feeds me," she whispered. "The slave is grateful."
I then put a shallow porcelain bowl of water on the floor, and pointed to it.
She drank from it on her hands and knees, lapping from it, as a she-sleen. "My Master waters me," she said, looking at me, from her hands and knees, the chain hanging from the collar on her neck. "A slave is grateful."
In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control.
-Guardsman

Men take great joy in the slaves that they own
" 'Do masters much talk with their girls, or take them with them?' she asked.
'Certainly,' I said. 'It is extremely pleasurable to talk with a girl one owns. Also, one takes her many places, she heeling him, to concerts, contests, song dramas and so on, both to show her off and because he finds her a joy to be with.'
'I think I could well serve such a master,' she said."
-Beasts

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