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Bonds didn't like silk girls...
By: Chrysilla Date: January 10, 2014, 9:25 am
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"Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression "silk girl"
is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their
counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief
that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and
coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves
with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on
plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold. There is some envy
in this charge, I think. More literally, the expression tends to
be based on the fact that the brief slave tunic of the south,
the single garment permitted the female slave, is often silk.
Southern girls, incidentally, in my opinion, though scarcely as
worked as their northern sisters in bondage, a function of the
economic distinction between the farm and the city, are often
worked, and worked hard, particularly if they have not pleased
their masters. Yet, I think their labors less than those often
performed by the wife of Earth. This is a consequence of Gor�s
simpler culture, in which there is literally less to do, less to
clean, less to care for , and so on, and also of the fact that
the Gorean master, if pleased with the wench, takes care that
she is fresh and ready for the couch. An overworked, weary
woman, despondent and tired, is less responsive to her master�s
touch; she does not squirm as well. The Gorean master, treating
her as the animal she is, works and handles her in such a way
that the responses of his passionate, exciting, hot-eyed,
slim-legged pet are kept honed to perfection. Some men are
better at this, of course, than others. There are scrolls,
books, on Gor, which may be purchased inexpensively, on the
feeding, care, and training of female slaves. There are others
who claim, as would be expected, that the handling of a slave
girl, in order to get the most out of her, is an inborn gift.
Incidentally, for what it is worth, though the southern girl is,
I expect, worked less hard then the northern girl, who is
commonly kept isolated on the farm, she is more often than her
northern sister put to the switch or whip; I think she lives
under a harsher discipline; southern masters are harder with
their girls, expecting more from them and seeing that they get
it; northern girls, for example, are seldom trained in the
detailed, intricate sensuous arts of the female slave; the
southern girl, to her misery, must often learn these to
perfection; moreover, upon command, she must perform, joyfully
and skillfully.
The silk girl was heeling her master, a captain of Torvaldsland.
She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk.
She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops
of gold.
"High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bond-maids
of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly
regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the
high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she
thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging
fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a
form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude
men, and to breed thralls.
"Cold fish!" cried out Pudding. "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips.
The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them.
"Pierced-ear girl!" screamed Pouting lips.
The silk girl turned, stricken. She put her hands to her ears.
There were sudden tears in her eyes. Then weeping, she turned
away, her head in her hands, and fled after her master.
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