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"It was with Hoy, later in the morning, that I felt, thrown against my body by my master, a bit of brown cloth. It was a sleeveless body scrap, a shred of slave rag. It was a few threads, fit for a bond girl. Yet I welcomed it as I might have a gown, with gloves and pearls, from Paris. Now I might not be so revelaed to the men. It was the first clothing I had been given on Gor. Radiant was my gratitude to him, and abundant were the kisses which, in joy, I placed about his legs and feet. Joyfully I drew on the garment, slipping it over my head, and fastened it, more tightly about me, by the two tiny hooks on the left. The slit made the garment a rather snug one, easier to slip into; the two hooks, when fastened, naturally increased the snugness of the garment, drawing it quite closely about the breasts and hips, deliciously then, from the point of view of a man, the girl's figure is betrayed and accentuated; also, the two hooks do not close the slit on the left completely, but permit men to gaze upon the sweet slave flesh pent, held captive, within; such a garment, of course, when a man grows weary of having his vision obscured, is easily torn away. I turned before my master, proud in my new riches. He indicated to Eta where the garment must be taken in, the hooks placed subtly differently. As it was the garment was too large for me. Eta was a larger woman. It was one of her cast offs. The
garment would be altered, that I would be as well revealed by it as Eta was by hers."
Book 11, Slave Girl of Gor, page 75 - 76
"He looked me over. I blushed, under Gorean appraisal, I only wore my
tether.
'Stand as a slave,' he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No
woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
'Excellent,' said Ladletender, smacking his lips.
'Master is pleased,' I said.
'Yes,' he said.
'The slave too, is then pleased,' I said.
'Behold,' said he. He drew forth, from a leather bag nearby, a sack, such as
vegetables may be carried in. I looked at it. I was puzzled. It was folded; it
was small. He removed the tether from my neck. I shook my head and hair,
the bond removed. He gestured to the sack. It had been used to carry
vegetables. There was printing on it.
'Put it on,' he said.
I opened the sack. In it were cut an opening for the head, and two for the
arms. I drew it over my head. It was snug. With binding fiber he cinched it on
my body. He stepped back. 'Lovely,' he said. It came high on my thighs.
There was a casualness about it, a carelessness about the shoulders, with
respect to my figure. But the binding fiber, bound twice about my belly, and
cinched tight, at my left hip, accentuated my breasts and hips. There was a
hint of lusciousness, concealed within so apparently negligent a wrapper. It
was well contrived, psychologically, to suggest a cheap, but most tasty slut. I
reddened."
Book 11, Slave Girl of Gor, page 249
" 'Clasp your hands behind the back of your neck,' I said, 'and do not interfer.'
'What are you doing?' she asked.
'Kneel up, off your heels,' I said.
'What are you doing?' she asked.
'This garment you are wearing,' I said, 'what is, in effect, a charka, I am shortening and transfroming into two slave strips,' I drew the long strip before the cord in front back over the cord so that it would no longer hang midway, or about midway, between her knees and ankles but was now about eighteen inches long. The garment then looped below her body. I then cut the garment a bit behind and below the cord in front. I then moved her about and treated the garment similarly in the back, drawing the strip back over the cord so that it was now only about eighteen inches long, and then cutting it off a bit below and behind the cord. She now wore two slave strips, each about eighteen inches long, one over the cord in front, one over it in back.
'Face me,' I said. She obeyed.
'What have you done?' she asked.
'Exactly what you think I have done,' I said
'You have removed nether shielding from me!' she said.
'Yes ,' I said.
'Restore it,' she said. 'Quickly!. There is enough left of the cloth! Please!'
She gasped. I had thrown the remaing portion of the cloth in to the fire. She watched it burn, in dismay.
'Do you feel vullnerable!' I asked.
'Yes!' she said.
'In such ways may one increase the passion of a female,' I said. She shuddered.
'You are aware,of course,' I said, 'that these pieces of cloth might be pulled away, easily.'
'Yes!' she said.
'Keep your hands clasped behind the back of your neck,' I said.
'Now what are you doing!' she cried.
'In the future,' I said, 'the cord will be tied in this fashion, or in some equivalent fashion.'
She moaned, looking down. I had refastened it in a simple bowknot, a sort of knot which on Gor, in certain contexts, as in the present context, is spoken of as a slave knot. It is called that, I think, because it is sometimes prescribed by masters for the fastening of slave garments. Its advantage, of course, is that it may be easily undone, by anyone. It is fastened at the left side of the girl's waist, where it is handy for a right-handed male, facing her. 'Now,' I said, 'it is possible not only to remove the pieces of cloth singly, but, if one wishes, one may easily, with a casual tug, remove the cord and, with it, both cloths together, simultaneously, expeditiously.'
'Stripping me!' she said.
'Keep your hands clasped behind the back of your neck,' I said. 'Yes.' "
Book 23, Renegades of Gor, page 160
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