Secrets of Gor Chapter Eighteen

 

I spent my first five days at the House of Andronicus in a stimulation cage, naked, save for my collar. 

 

Like most such cages it was ornately barred, setting it very much apart from the common cages in a kennel pen. Despite its low ceiling (a feature shared by most kennels) there was a lot of space for me to move around, though I could never stand upright. 

 

“While you are in the House of Andronicus for training, you are not permitted to look directly into the eyes of a male,” explained Hersius, Second Rank Slaver. “If you do so you will be punished.” 

 

I had been brought to the house by Sadric, and, as I knelt in the reception room, he paid thirty copper tarsks to the house scribe who made notes in the main ledger. Thirty! That was almost four times what Mikos had originally paid to buy me. “Pleasure slave training,” Sadric said, indicating me as I knelt in nadu. “I don’t expect miracles, but I want Cassie to be able to perform adequately in the furs. She is to be sensuous and eager to please, with the ability to do so.”

Steel World Inc. Chapter Eight

“Fidelio.”

 

The taxi had dropped me off on Hampstead Lane, outside an imposing set of iron gates and matching wall that must have been a good twelve feet high in places. Whoever lived here definitely liked their privacy and security. The iron gates tonight were open, but two men stood there as security, greeting anyone who might try and gain entrance. Interestingly, both men were masked, and dressed in dark suits. The masks were almost Venetian in style and covered the top half of their faces. Behind them I could see a line of upright poles planted to one side of the gravel, each pole ending in a lit torch that illuminated the pathway to the grand house. 

 

“The password, Sir,” I had been asked. Upon giving it, they stepped aside and swept their arms to indicate I was free to go inside. 

 

I had, on a whim, knowing I was going to an expensive and exclusive address, dressed in one of my fine, bespoke, dark suits that Miss Madison’s corporate account had generously paid for. With it, I wore a freshly pressed white shirt, silk tie and hand tooled leather shoes from Milan, Italy. Within minutes of arriving at the house I congratulated myself for having made the right choice, for all the other guests were dressed exceptionally well. All the men wore fine suits, and all the women wore long dresses and heels. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Seventeen

 

My wrists were braceleted behind the small of my back as I preceded Victor into the living room. Something was wrong, I could sense it, and I knew Donna well enough that braceleting me like this meant she thought there was a chance I’d react badly to whatever it might be. I felt a tightness in my chest and tried to fight back against a rising sense of panic.

 

“Stay calm,” said Victor as he touched my upper arm. 

 

That’s easy for you to say. You haven’t been braceleted because your Mistress fears how you might react, I thought to myself.

 

“And don’t give us any reason to have to punish you, Cassie.” Victor motioned for me to kneel on the tiles, which I did. “Just take a few deep breaths. You’re a good girl.” He ruffled my hair in a way that was supposed to reassure me. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Sixteen

 

A blanket of despair settled over me now that I knew I would be kept as a slave until I achieved some sort of competency in bondage. Every evening Raisa would provide the Mistress of the House with an assessment, and so far that assessment had been poor. 

 

“She is clumsy, not yet in touch with her slave belly, unskilled, and stiff when she moves. She has much to learn, and seems unmotivated to do so,” remarked Raisa after Simon had left that night.

 

“Oh, I think she has motivation to better herself now,” remarked Donna. “Remember, Cassie, the onus is on you, yourself, to learn the skills to be a pleasing House slave.”

 

I was hyper ventilating, realising that unlike Emma, who was taught everything she needed to know in the slave pens of Banu Hashim, I would have to somehow learn everything by myself. How was that going to be possible!

 

I didn’t even know what a slave girl needed to learn, let alone how to learn it.

Secrets of Gor Chapter Fifteen

 

“More Bazi tea, Simon? And you really should try one of the small tea cakes. They will remind you so much of Earth.”

 

“Cassandra…” said Simon, as he sat there in a state of shock and awe, gazing at the swell of my breasts, so dramatically emphasised in the tight, thin, rep cloth tunic. He had never seen me like this before, and perhaps never imagined how slave-like my body might be in a tunic and collar. 

 

Donna cautioned me before I could speak. “Remember he is a Free Man, Cassie. You call him Master, or I will take the switch go your thighs.” She then turned to Simon and added, “her name is Cassie. Please do not confuse her with the name of your beloved companion. It would be insulting to the Lady Cassandra Assante if you applied her name to a common house slut.”

 

“But…” Simon looked confused. 

 

“Have some tea,” Donna said, and watched as Simon raised the small cup to his lips. 

The Naming of the Young Master by Tracker

 

Note from Emma: I’m always delighted when any of you are inspired to write Gor fiction of your own, and, as I’ve mentioned before, you’re all welcome to reference any of my characters or plots as background if you like. Master Tracker has been contributing short pieces in the comments section recently, and a few days ago he contacted me to say he had fleshed out some recent pieces into a short story which he sent through for my consideration, along with some pictures to accompany it. Here then is a tale set in Vonda, that illustrates the importance of close family bonds in Gorean society, and reminds us all of the importance of Free Women in producing children for their city. 

 

The Naming of the Young Master by Tracker

 

While Aefic and Mary celebrated the arrival of a new slave, a greater celebration was taking place in a quarter in a different part of Vonda.

 

A household was celebrating the arrival of a Young Master and heir; a boy baby to follow his father in their caste and to take his place among the citizens of the City.  A boy baby!  A Young Master!  He had survived the ten days of waiting after his birth and today was his naming day.  His father was proud and happy.  His mother was happy, and after two girls, relieved.  She had worried that if she had provided another girl, her man might take instead a new Free Companion.  But no worries now, her son had survived the ten days of waiting to make sure he was hale and healthy, and today was his naming day.  Her mother was also happy and relieved; a Young Master to boast about to her friends.  She preened herself as if it were all her doing – after all – had she not advised on the proper herbs to ensure a healthy and male child!

Secrets of Gor Chapter Fourteen

 

The girl, Cath, held my hand as we walked care-free through the crowded market place. 

 

“You’re smiling,” she said to me, as she nudged my shoulder with her own.

 

“No I’m not.” I swiftly stopped smiling. A warrior woman of the Assante does not smile when she is forced to wear a demeaning slave tunic and go out onto the streets to do chores. 

 

“I probably have the authority to spank you if you lie to me, Cassie,” said Cath with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. ”Are you asking for a spanking?”

 

“Try it, and see what happens,” I said sharply. 

 

“You’d probably enjoy it.”

 

I sniffed and made a show of looking elsewhere. A warrior woman of the Assante does not ask to be spanked. It was late morning, and I was now counting down the final ehn until my inevitable freedom, and so I had been happy to accompany Cath on her errands if it meant getting out of the house until the final ehn ticked by. I was far less likely to be do something wrong that might justify the application of the switch to my bottom, if I wasn’t visible in the house.