Emma models new hair and new slave garments under Chloe's supervision

Greetings again, kind masters, and gentle free women. It’s Chloe again, Taharian slave girl, First Girl of Brinn of the Sardar, and Trainer in Chief of the very best slave coffles in northern Gor!

 

At the risk of getting into spoilers, I wanted to just say that the Master and I are back from our hair raising adventures in the jungles east of Schendi, along with a small coffle of slaves, and you’ll read all about them soon in the serialised book, Gods of Gor, which follows on from Ubara of Gor! Yes, I know you’ve been waiting a long time for that epic story, but a certain blonde barbarian has been taking her time getting it all down in writing. I’ll be doing the pictures, but I need to see the writing first. 

 

The biggest spoiler of course is that we didn’t die! 

 

Yes, we’re still alive at the end of it!

 

What a surprise! 😉

 

I mean, it was dangerous and all. Of course it was. We discovered a decaying, lost city in the deepest jungle with two warring Taluna tribes fighting through the ruins, and all sorts of exciting things happen, including meeting Emma’s father again, and there’s her sister kidnapped from Earth and trained as a slaver in Schendi, which is the reason we sailed down the river in the first place, because she’d gone missing, and we had to find her, but my Master has told me not to spoil the story for you, so I wont.

 

Anyway, things are sort of back to normal in the Sardar now. I’m back to overseeing the slaves as the estate’s First Girl, and Emma spends her time with the children, which is the way my Master wanted it, and the reason he didn’t return Emma to her First Girl status. She wouldn’t have time to do both.

 

I think there’s going to be some hard adjustments for Emma to make now. When she was last here she was First Girl, so I worry it might be a bit awkward between us. We’ve always been friends, but if I’m being honest, there were times on our journey down river when we clashed a little bit, and I had to remind Emma that I am the First Girl now. You’ll see what I mean when the story comes out. 

 

Being First Girl means I have to oversee ALL the girls on the estate. They all look to me for leadership, and I have to be fair to them ALL. It’s not good for the morale of the kennel pens if a First Girl is seen to be extremely biased. Yes, Emma s my friend, but that doesn’t mean she can just ignore all the rules set down for the kennel slaves.

 

A couple of issues have already arisen. The first one being that Emma is just one of the estate slaves now, so that means she sleeps in the kennel pens with the other slaves on nights when the Master doesn’t have her in his bed chambers. Obviously enough she doesn’t have the spacious pens allocated to the First Girl. Well, she got really indignant about that. She expected a kennel pen of her own. The kennel pens on the estate are really quite nice in comparison with other slave quarter throughout Gors, and Emma can be thanked for that, because it was one of the things she arranged when she was First Girl. I have to tell the girls that, because hardly any of them know Emma. She’s been gone so long. The girls generally sleep four to pen, which enables them to bond in small units; there’s always clean, dry straw, fresh water, and a wood burning stove for the winter months. There are clean blankets and a shelf of cosmetics that they are encouraged to share and play with together. 

 

But, no, Emma blew up about it.

 

“Chloe! What the fuck is this? I’m supposed to share a kennel with three girls I’ve never seen before? Who are they? What’s been happening while I’ve ben away?”

 

“They’re slaves, Emma. Estate slaves. Like you.”

 

“Oh, come on, Chloe! I’m not just any slave. I’m the mother to Brinn’s children. Give me a break, please.”

 

“Our Master’s children,” I said, correcting her. Some of the slaves who didn’t know Emma from Eve, but had been serving on the estate now for well over two years before she showed up again, had been asking me why I was permitting a ‘new’ girl (as they saw her) to call our Master by his name. Even when I explained her rather special status, they still didn’t like it.

 

“She can’t be that special,” said Tira. “You’re First Girl, not her.”

 

“And frankly I’m glad you’re our First Girl, not the blonde barbarian brat,” said Sefa.

 

“She just whines all the time,” said Rayyah.

 

“And she thinks she’s so special,” said Raisa. “She’s not special. She’s just been used for breeding.”

 

“I’d rather have Candice as First Girl, than her,” said Orah. “That’s how bad she is.” 

 

So I was having to deal will all of that. The truth is, kennel slaves resent another kennel slave being given special attention. It’s not good for discipline. Girls become unhappy. 

 

It wouldn’t have been such an issue if Emma was spending every night with our Master, but that wasn’t the case, and that was annoying her, too. The Gorean week consists of five days. Once upon a time she would have curled up in the Master’s bed on all five of those nights, but now our Master ensured that one night a week, at least, was reserved for his First Girl, me. This is typical with most masters. The night spent with his First Girl allows him to catch up with what is happening in the pens, and hear first-hand accounts of any issues. Furthermore it deepens the bond between First girl and Master, which is very important. 

 

And then my Master tends to spend a second day of the week with a random kennel girl. This again is normal for a master who owns a lot of slaves. Otherwise why own lots of slaves in the first place? So at best Emma only has three nights a week with him, and the other two she has to spend in a common kennel. And she is not liking it one bit.

 

It’s made worse, kind masters and gentle mistresses, because our Master has recently been devoting a third night of the week to a new acquisition on the estate, a blond barbarian called Anthea that he’s taken a temporary liking to. You know as well as I do, masters and mistresses, that this is just a passing fancy, and he’ll soon grow bored with Anthea, but for now that leaves Emma with just two nights a week in his bed. 

 

Only she had to kick off with our Master and cause a scene and so the following night, when she would have shared his bed again, she was sent instead back to her kennel and our Master sent for me instead. That was really awkward. Emma is my friend. But what could I do? My Master had ordered me to his couch. 

And then there was a fight in the kennel pen, because apparently a slave gently teased Emma that she was having to spend a night there instead of in our Master’s bed, and Emma started hair pulling and scratching, only the girls didn’t put up with that one little bit and all three of them ganged up on her and put a stop to it pretty quickly.

 

I was called out of the nice warm bed with my Master by a guard to go and deal with the hissy fight, which is something I’ve warned girls in the past not to make me have to do. Do NOT make Chloe have to get up in the middle of the night from her Master’s warm bed to deal with some petty argument! 

 

They were still screaming at each other when I arrived, and I had to tell Emma to be quiet, only she wouldn’t stop, and the other girls in the kennel all looked at me in bewilderment, because if it’s one of them doing all the screaming I would have come down really hard on them.

 

And then Candice turns up with her girls and she makes a big thing about how discipline has to be maintained and I can’t allow exceptions because it’s not good for kennel morale. And she has to remind me that I had established a set list of punishments for break downs in discipline, so that all girls know where they stand – which is only fair - and that the punishment in this case for scratching and hair pulling is six strokes of the switch. 

 

What could I do? If I let Emma off, all the girls would no longer respect me for being fair. 

 

Do I need to speak to my Master about all of this? I’m afraid that if I do he’ll think I’m showing weakness. He expects his First Girl to deal with everything, but we all know Emma is special to him. And she’s my friend. 

 

I’m sorry, masters and mistresses, because I think I’ve gone very much off subject here. It’s just that I feel comfortable talking to you, because you’re always so wise and knowledgeable. 

 

Anyway, the original point of me kneeling before you today was to tell you that I’ve been restyling Emma’s hair since we got back from the jungles of Schendi, and designing new garments, and I wanted to have Emma model them for you. I like to be very hands on with how my girls are permitted to present themselves before men, and you know I’ve always loved designing new slave garments, so I’ve ordered her to grow her hair extra-long for a change, and I’ve designed new dancing silks for her (which I think are absolutely gorgeous – I hope you all agree, kind masters), and revised the standard ‘house’ pleasure silk with some subtle patterning, which Emma’s also modelling today. I’ve also had her comply with the uniform kennel policy of being fitted with a nose ring. All girls wear nose rings on this estate. No exceptions. 

 

Thank you once again for your time. My Master has sent for me to join him for some wine in his sunken bath, which I’m giddy with excitement for, so I must take my leave now, but I wish you all good fortune and good health.