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To Be a Slave

March 25th, 2006 Comments off

From John Norman’s Beasts of Gor:

Freedom permits a woman to live without men. Slavery makes a woman need a man’s touch. The sexuality of a free woman is largely inert; the sexuality of a slave girl, on the other hand, has been deliberately and seriously activated. Men, as it has pleased them, have done this to her. They have, as masters, careless of the consequences of their actions, awakened the poor girl’s sexuality; it can never then, regardless of the torment and misery it may inflict upon her, return to sleep. It has been made hot and alive. She is no longer free; her freedom is gone; she is now only an ignited slave. Sexuality is a glory in a slave girl which sets her apart from free women, but it is also a force within her which she must fear, for it puts her so helplessly at the mercy of masters. The aroused sexuality of the slave girl is surely the strongest of the chains with which she is bound. Some slave girls, lovely fugitives, have been recaptured simply because they have thrown themselves whimpering at the feet of a man on a road, begging his touch, One of the most humiliating things that can occur to a slave girl is to find herself on her belly, unbidden, moaning, crawling to the feet of a hated master. She puts her lips to his feet. “I beg your touch, Master.” she says.

The sexuality of the aroused slave girl is incomprehensible to the free woman. It is nothing she will ever understand. It is a color she cannot see, a sound she cannot hear.

I see this happening in myself and it frightens me.  I saw it happening in myself after my first realization that I am, at the very least, submissive.  Hell, while I think about it, I can remember being as young as four and wondering about a man’s touch.  What sex was like and when I would be old enough to experience it.  But this isn’t accepted as “normal” so I tried to ignore it.

And I still try to ignore it. To hide it. To pretend that this strange fire isn’t lit and burning away at my insides.  When I want to crawl on my belly to Master Melen and press my lips to His feet and beg Him to use me…  I clench my fists instead and bite my lip and pretend that I’m not that girl.  Utter slave I am not!  I have pride, and dignity and…. And none of these are acceptable.  And none of this is true.

A slave should have no pride.  Especially when it comes to her master.  Her dignity is stripped from her the first time he breaks
through her defenses and gives her no choice but to beg on her knees to be taken.  She knows what she is the moment she crawls to him asking merely for his touch. Or lays in his lap begging just to get a single kiss. Read more…

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