"It is
one thing to own a woman," I said, "and it is another to have her
within the bonds of an excellent mastery."
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Her life as she knows
it began one evening when the little slave ventured into the springs after
being hurt deeply by the words of a particular Master. I asked
her why she grumbled, and taught her that not all men were drunken louts. I
saw her eagerness and intelligence in her expressive eyes, the color of
my own. I explained to her that her past mattered no more for I was
giving her purpose in being given the chance to
bring honor to me and she admittedt to me that I was unlike any other she had came across before.
I am not
just any Man, I am her Jarl, Brennus Tormaigh and I named her sparks.
My little white silk blossomed under
my touch. I illicited uncertain sensations fueling the responses into what
I
desired. With a whimpered cry my spark of life
became my ignited embers, that feverish tendril held ember in its grasp
deep within her molten core.
Claimed, laying spent
and in awe,
all she could do was await
with anticipation to
experience more and grow to know how to do so without reservation or doubt to
please me with her every breath and motion. Left within her smoldering ashes,
my spark transformed into my ember and I gifted her that name that
night. My words forever etched to my girl's mind. "Soon that sweet
fire will be a raging inferno, you will beg to serve My every whim. Nothing but the need to
all I desire of you because you are Mine."
"There is a difference," laughed Hassan, "between the pride of a free woman
and the pride of the slave girl. The pride of a free woman is the pride of a
woman who feels herself to be the equal of a man. The pride of the slave
girl is the pride of the girl who knows that no other woman is the equal of
herself."
---Tribesmen of Gor, pg. 333
