“Of custom, a slave girl may not even ascend the couch to serve her master’s pleasure. The point of this restriction, I suppose, is to draw a clearer distinction between her status and that of a Free Companion. At any rate the dignities of the couch are, by custom, reserved for the Free Companion. When a master wishes to make use of a slave girl he tells her to light the lamp of love which she obediently does, placing it in the window of his chamber that they may not be disturbed. Then with his own hand he throws upon the stone floor of his chamber luxurious love furs, perhaps from the larl itself, and commands her to them.”
quote Book 3; Priest-Kings Of Gor. Chapter Nine
the man was tall...his muscles toned to perfection from years of hard work within his city...he was by birth...a metal worker...he spent every day making and perfecting weapons for the red caste’s of his city or fitting and fixing collar’s for captives or newly broken slaves
as the day came to an end...this metal worker would return to his humble home...and his slave who would eagerly be waiting his return...the slave would greet him and help him clean up...his weapons...armour and boots would be removed and cleaned
the slave would then hurry to the Kitchen...she would peel the suls...roast the Vulo and serve it to her owner....once he had eaten his fill...she would then bring him the Ale her knee’s would part wantonly...her body singing a silent message of her need for her Owner...as she extended her arms...the drink wrapped lovingly within her gentle grip...the slave would beg with her eyes “Master...this slave beg’s her Master’s use” she may even be brave enough to whimper or maybe even “Allow this slave to serve your pleasure”
the man would finish his meal...his hand brushing away the slaves pleas and touch...his need to strict outweighing his need to fulfill his pleasure....eventually...he would indeed give in....the tankard would be slew unto the table next to his empty plate....the dirty...empty dishes would be taken care of later...once the slave was released from serving her Master
his eyes would darken with pleasure...his lips would press together firmly as he pushed himself to his feet...a calloused hand would slowly come up...the pads of his fingers pressing to his temples before he would gesture to the corner “Very well beast...hurry along and light the lamp of love” he would bark out...his dark tone vibrating around the small room “And then prepare yourself and the furs...then you are to wait for me within those furs...Harta!”
ignoring the sounds coming from the outside...or anything other then the task at hand the slave would hurry to light the small lamp...her hands would tremble ever so slightly as she then laid the lamp upon the window to her Master’s Chambers her bare feet would then turn and rush to the furs...she would make haste of rolling them out and positioning them the way she had been instructed
then...her attention would turn to herself....the tiny camisk that her Master allowed her to wear inside...would gracefully be shed and folded before being placed neatly to the side....small jar’s of lotion would be used to soften her skin...a small dash of slave rouge would be added...her hair would be brushed until it shone...and then laid across her shoulders and back...once her preparation’s were done...the slave would go to the furs and the post to the side...not a sound would be uttered as she once more slipped to her knees...her thighs parting in another silent sign of her overwhelming need for her Master
the couch on the other side of the Room...would go ignored...the man would find his pleasure...and his sleep upon the soft fur’s upon which his beautiful slave knelt wait...the only sounds to be heard would be the cries of pleasure from the slave as her Master put her to use...and eventually her admission of love as she yeilded to his movement and his needs...there would be no complaints...no commands...the slave well knew her place...and her Master well knew the many pleasures he would receive