"Your entire life," he said, "will now be
pervaded with sexuality, with your femaleness. Your life will now be a sexual
one, a life in which your femaleness, for the first time, will be of undeniable
and paramount importance, a life in which it will be overwhelmingly central.
Everything else will take its coloration and meaning from that."
"Yes,
Master," she said.
"It will be a life of total femaleness, and dedication,
and service and love."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"The smallest tasks in
your life, how you clean your master's leather, how you set out his clothes, how
you cook, and sew, how you shop, how you clean and launder, even the tiniest and
most servile tasks, all such things, will become sexual, all will become
expressions of your femaleness, fitting and joyful manifestations of your
worthless but helplessly proffered, gladly tendered love and service, that of
only an insignificant slave."
"I understand," she said.
"The life of a
female slave," he said, "is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a
compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part this, and part
that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give
all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal
owned by her master, one who can be bought and sold at his least whim, can make
no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention
or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements."
"Yes, Master," whispered the girl.
"And it is for such women," he said,
"that men are willing to die."
She put down her head, humbly.
-Mercenaries of Gor
