Chloe discusses southern slave garments

Good morning, kind masters and mistresses, it's first girl Chloe again, with another of my catwalk displays of Gorean slave garments. This week we're going far south to the lands that border terra incognito where bold explorers have yet to venture past. These are the lands of Turia, the wagon people, and of course my beloved Tahari.

And today I have two very experienced kajirae from the Master's estate, so there shouldn't be any trouble with hysterical girls new to their collars. You'll remember the lovely auburn haired Shannon from the slave position lecture a year or two ago. A favourite with many men, especially on account of her valuable hair colour, Shannon is one of our taller girls. The garments she wears are the four pieces that make up the typical dress of a slave girl belonging to the Tuchuk wagon tribes. As she walks up and down past you I'll explain the array of garments and how they are dressed and arranged on the girl. First is the Curla – a red waist cord knotted in place. Then comes the Chatka which is a strip of black leather six inches by five feet long that is worn like a breech clout over the curla. This is put under the curla in the front, drawn between the legs and looped over the curla in the back. There is a flap of the chatka that hangs down over the curla in both the front and the back. while the chatka covers the sex, it is a simple matter to pull the leather to the side to display a slave's charms.

Which Tuchuk men often do...

They're beasts like that *soft knowing smile*

Then comes the Kalmak, which is a short vest of black leather that barely covers the breasts. It is left unfastened for easy access and allows the breasts to frequently slip out. I do apologise about that, mistresses. It's really not Shannon's fault you can see so much of her. Please don't have her whipped.

The last item of Tuchuk slave garb is the Koora, and this is mostly decorative as it is a strip of red fabric worn as a headband. It can be worn either to hold the hair back or as a headband across the forehead. This is the closest any slave girl ever gets to binding or arranging her hair in some fashion. As we all know, a slave’s hair is to be worn free and flowing at all times. It may NOT be braided. That is the right of a Free Woman alone.

Next up we have dark haired, sultry Candice, who was something of a bitter rival of Emma when Emma was first girl on the estate. Candice is VERY popular with the warriors on the estate and she knows it, don't you girl?

“Yes Mistress. I do.”

See what I mean? She's always first to volunteer as a rope bunny for binding practice and I've lost count of how many men ask after her by name. Where is Candice? they ask me. Is Candice available tonight? And so on. Candice has her own 'gang' on the estate – slave girls who look up to her as a natural leader. This is common place on large estates with large coffles of girls where factions inevitably form. Candice's gang is the biggest, and one of the first things I did when I became first girl was to come to an arrangement with Candice where she became my favoured girl – a 'second girl' if you like – in return for her public support during those awkward first weeks when I was new to my position and having to build my authority. Having Candice's girls backing me up helped a lot. A first girl can rule by fear or by respect. I prefer the latter.

So, anyway, Candice today wears an example of the Turian slave leathers popular with Turian kajirae. I think it looks fantastic on her and frankly I'm going to suggest that the Master has Candice dressed this way on a regular basis. Would you like that, Candice?

“Oh yes, Mistress! Please let me wear this again! The men will love it!”

See the way she walks! Such pride in her sexuality. Candice knows she's a slave, and she loves the attention her slavery brings. She grew to love her collar on this estate and she is one of the girls I know I can rely on. I sometimes assign whipping rights to her as I don't have time to micro manage the whole estate.

And finally, yes, you guessed it, the Taharian slut – moi – is modelling another Taharian set of Chalwar (baggy pants of diaphanous silk, gathered in closely at the ankles) and a variation on the more traditional slave vest – in this case a strip of silk wound crosswise over my breasts and tied behind my back with a bow. These days on the estate I dress almost exclusively in Taharian garments and I'm pleased to say the Master seems to like it. I now share his bed four or five nights out of seven and he talks quite openly to me about things after we've had sex.

I thank you once again for your precious time, masters and mistresses, and wish you a very pleasant and productive day ahead.