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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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