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  before you with her hands tied to a ring before her body. Some of the more

  complex involve saddle cages and nets. A reasonably common arrangement, and that

  with which our saddles were equipped, involves paired rings, one on each side of

  the saddle. With this arrangement the usual technique is as follows: The girl’s

  hands are tied are tied before her and then tied, in turn to a ring on the left

  side of the saddle. When she is thusly fastened, her hands up, tied together and

  fastened to the left saddle ring, she is lifted up and put over the saddle, on

  either her back or belly, as pleases the captor, after which her ankles are

  fastened together on the other side, then, of course, also lashed to the ring

  there, the second of the pair of rings, that on the right side of the saddle. In

  this arrangement the girl is quite safe, protected against the danger of a fall.

  She is also, of course, completely helpless.

  “Would you not like to be carried off?” I asked.

  “No!” she said.

  “But surely you are not so enamored of the labors of the field slave,” I said.

  “No,” she said.

  “And you have already begun to sense in yourself the beginnings of slave fires”

  I said.

  She looked at me, and then put her head down, quickly. She clenched her small

  fists.

  “Speak,” I said. “Have they not already begun to burn in your belly?”

  She looked up, agonized, her small fists clenched.

  “Remember,” I said, “you have already incurred discipline.”

  “Yes, Master!” she sobbed.

  “Good,” I said.

  She put down her head, sobbing. How helpless one must feel at times, I thought,

  as a female slave. But such admissions are good for the development of their

  character, and their discipline. Too, they are very helpful and beneficial for

  the slave. (pg. 317) They help them to understand who and what they are, and who

  is master.

  “I would think you would be an excellent house slave,” I said, “silked,

  pattering about, perhaps belled, serving, heated and excited by the nearness of

  your master.”

  She looked up.

  “Perhaps you might even be chained to his slave ring at night, at the very foot

  of his couch.”

  “It is such things I want!” she said.

  “It is easy to imagine you kneeling before him, begging for his touch.”

  “Yes, Master!” she said.

  “And will he consent to content you?” I asked.

  “It is my hope that he would take pity on one who is only his slave.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I think you would be hot, devoted and dutiful.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “I think you would make an excellent house slave,” I said, “indeed, an excellent

  pleasure slave.”

  “Oh, yes, Master!” she said.

  “And perhaps in time,” I said, “even a love slave.”

  “It is thusly that I want to live!” she said.

  “Then surely you wish to be carried off,” I said.

  “No,” she said. “No!”

  “Why not?” I asked.

  She sobbed.

  “Ah,” I said. “It seems you do not wish to leave the vicinity of the house of

  Appanius.”

  “No, Master,” she said. “I do not wish to leave the vicinity of the house of

  Appanius.”

  “Apparently you are very devoted to your master,” I said.

  “I do not even know him,” she said, “except as I, and others, are utilized for

  such purposes as serving his table. Even when he passes us in a hall we kneel in

  obeisance, our heads to the floor.”

  “Still,” I said, “it seems you must be very devoted to him.”

  She put her head down.

  “But in any event,” I said, “your wishes are unimportant. You are a female

  slave. It will be done with you as men, and masters, please.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “I wish certain details as to the techniques utilized by Appanius and Milo in

  the capture of free women, thence to be enslaved.”

  “Master?” she asked.

  (pg. 318) “Surely from the conversation which you overheard, and from your own

  experience, you have some ideas of what these must be.”

  “Surely master can have no interest in such things,” she said.

  “You have now twice incurred discipline,” I informed her.

  “Forgive me, Master!” she said.

  “How will you speak?” I asked.

  “Fully, and perfectly, to the best of my knowledge!”

  “As befits what you are?”

  “Yes, Master!” she said.

  “Which is?” I asked.

  “A slave girl, Master,” she said, “only that!”

  “Who initiates these relationships?” I asked.

  “In one of two ways, I think, are they initiated,” she said. “In the first, the

  free woman puts herself in Milo’s way, she compliments him, she calls herself to

  his attention, perhaps she lowers her veil a little, perhaps she lowers her veil

  a little, perhaps her tones to him are soft, and special, making clear to him

  that there is an eager lover awaiting him beneath her veils and robes, perhaps

  she even lets him lift and kiss the coverlets of her palanquin, near her feet,

  such things. These advances, so calculatedly ambiguous, and yet so obvious and

  meaningful, are reported to Appanius. He then makes a judgment as to whether

  they are to be encouraged or not, and then, later, perhaps after she has lowered

  her veil for Milo, and let him gaze upon the revelation of her beauty, and he

  has seen her move in the palanquin, apparently inadvertently, but in such a way

  that he can conjecture something of the fairness of her limbs beneath her robes,

  and has perhaps even seen her ankles, a second judgment, this again from the

  reports of Milo, is made by Appanius. If this judgment is favorable and it is

  decided that the female, after having been perhaps subjected to a rigorous

  regimen of dieting, exercise, training and discipline, might not preposterously

  be put upon a slave block, the arrangements for her capture are completed. In

  the second way the matter is initiated by Appanius himself, he himself selecting

  a candidate for approach, scrutiny and cultivation.”

  “On what grounds initially?” I asked.

  “Usually from rumors of a certain free woman’s beauty,” she said.

  “I see,” I said.

  “Too,” she said, “it is my understanding that information is sometimes furnished

  for a fee, by some of the female proprietors of women’s baths in Ar. Too, in

  some cases, Appanius is permitted to observe the women from a secret coign of

  vantage.”

  (pg. 319) “In what way did you come to attention of Appanius?” I asked.

  “In the first way, doubtless,” she smiled, “as I did not frequent the public
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  baths and I doubt very much that rumors of my beauty were abroad in the

  streets.”

  “They might have been,” I said.

  “Master is kind,” she said.

  “Continue,” I said.

  “Although master might regard me as having been a spoiled, pampered free woman,

  and although that was undoubtedly true,” she said, “I was nonetheless too shy in

  the beginning even to approach one such as Milo. Certainly there must be free

  women richer and more beautiful than I in Ar. Accordingly, in the beginning, I

  only worshipped him from afar. I attended his performances. I dreamed of him.

  But I did not dare call myself to his attention.”

  “In the beginning,” I said, “your responses to Milo were more humble and

  slavelike?”

  “Yes, Master,” she said. “I even dreamed of crawling to him, putting my head

  down and kissing his feet.”

  “Continue,” I said.

  “But soon, of course, the free woman in me became outraged at such things! They

  were too feminine! I was not a slave!”

  “And you became bolder?”

  She laughed. “Well,” she said, “perhaps not so much bolder. But I would station

  myself and my attendants where he might pass, if only to catch a glimpse of him

  between the curtains of my palanquin.”

  “In effect,” I said, “your responses were still shy, and slavelike.”

  “Yes,” she said, angrily.

  “You felt you belonged at the feet of such a man?”

  “Perhaps,” she said.

  “But you truly belonged at the feet of any man,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “Continue,” I said.

  “Certainly he must soon note my palanquin,” she said. “Surely it was often

  enough in his way, outside the great theater, on streets which he frequented,

  even in certain markets. At that (pg. 320) time, perhaps he had reported to

  Appanius, and his agents had ascertained my identity, that of the owner of the

  palanquin. To be sure, such thoughts did not occur to me then. Rather I

  castigated myself for my timidity, and reminded myself, again and again, that it

  was I who was the free person. I who was in control. I who was in command. I who

  could have my way, as I pleased. Then I took to having the curtains of the

  palanquin opened, that I might be seen within, in my most beautiful robes and

  veils, as though I might wish fresher air and greater light, paused there

  perhaps in the midst of some business, waiting for some acquaintance. I even let

  him see me glance at him once and then turned my head away, quickly, too

  quickly, as I now realize. Perhaps I should have behaved more like a free woman,

  and had him ordered to the side of my palanquin, to kneel there and be

  questioned as a slave. Doubtless some women did, arrogating to themselves, as

  free women are free to do, the prerogative of males. I wonder how they felt when

  the net descended on them. At least I was not a slave. I could be forward, I

  could call myself to his attention, demanding it, as I wished.”

  “Slaves,” said I, “as you must now know, have many ways of calling themselves to

  the attention of a man, subtly, effectively, pleadingly, vulnerably, helplessly,

  deferentially, humbly.”

  She looked up at me.

  “The palms of your hands are facing upward,” I said. “Oh!” she said, and quickly

  turned them downward, and clutched her thighs. The rag she wore, given her knee

  position, that of a pleasure slave, was high on her thighs. Her hands, her

  fingers on her thighs, digging into them, as though they would anchor themselves

  there, half covered it. He grip was partly through the cloth and partly on her

  thighs. Midway in her grip came the garment’s frayed hem, pressed down on her

  fair, sweet thighs. The contrast was attractive, like slave silk against flesh,

  or a narrow cord sustaining such silk at the shoulder, perhaps an inch from a

  disrobing loop, or the metal of slave bracelets locked on small, downy wrists, a

  rope on a waist, snug above a sweetly, rounded belly, or a collar on the neck.

  “Indeed,” I said, “slaves in their subtle, vulnerable, helpless ways, in their

  beggingness, in their humbleness, in their deferentiality, in the very nature

  and entirety of their condition, have many better ways of calling themselves to

  the attention of a man than a free woman.”

  “But I did not understand that at the time,” she said.

  “I would suppose not,” I said.

  “Free women,” she laughed,” are not likely to whimper and lick ankles.”

  (pg. 321) “They do so quickly enough after they have become slaves,” I said,

  “and have experienced slave arousal, and realize their need and helplessness,

  and their dependence on the master.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said. “And I sense the beginning of such things in myself.”

  “So what did you do?” I asked.

  “Actually,” she smiled. “I had to do very little. I have little doubt now that I

  had been discussed by Milo and Appanius. Milo approached my palanquin when I had

  the curtains back, begging for forgiveness for approaching me, proposing even

  that he be beaten by my bearers for his boldness, but that he could not help

  himself, that for days he had struggled with himself, but now, regardless of

  what sorry consequences might ensue, even though it might mean he be hurled to

  sleen, that he had at last, against his sternest will, been drawn irresistibly

  to my side, as though in chains by tharlarion. Then, tears in his eyes, he

  begged liberty only to salute my beauty, and then hurry away, in joy.”

  “You were fully veiled?” I asked.

  “In my most beautiful robes and veils was I bedecked,” she said.

  “You did not wear your street veil,” I said.

  “No,” she said.

  “Then,” I said, “I suspect that you were veiled in such a way that the

  lineaments of your visage might, though perhaps with some difficulty, be

  discerned.”

  “Yes!” she said, tossing her head.

  “What a slave you were!” laughed Marcus.

  “And am!” she said.

  “Yes, and are!” laughed he.

  Now no longer need the lovely Lavinia concern herself with matters such as

  veiling. She was slave. Would you veil a she-tarsk, a she-sleen?

  “And so he saluted your beauty?”

  “Yes,” she said, “with a beautiful gesture.”

  “And did it not occur to you that he probably had numbers of sinuous little

  sluts in the house of Appanius who would snake about his legs and feet, and lick

  and kiss, and beg to serve him in any way he might desire, to his heart’s

  content?”

  “I did not think of such things,” she said.

  “He then hurried away?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Obviously he was in consternation, and in terror at the

  affr
ontery he might have offered me, or so I thought.”

  (pg. 322) “And what had you said?”

  “Nothing,” she said. “I was as tongue-tied as a new slave girl thrown for the

  first time before her master.”

  “I see,” I said.

  “Afterwards I was frantic that I must set him at his ease, that I must let him

  know that I was not offended. I must encourage him to return. I must see him

  again! I sent him a note, informing him that I would permit him to speak to me.”

  “And then?”

  “He did not come for two days,” she said, “and when he came he contritely

  confessed that he had lacked the courage, he so unworthy, to approach one such

  as I, so high born and free. Soon one thing led to another, he even claiming

  that he was my slave in right, and in his heart, and not that of Appanius, his

  legal master. I was overcome. What free woman has not coveted such adulatory

  attention, though in her heart she knows it is she who in nature belongs

  worshipfully at the male’s feet? Oh, yes, I was a pretty little vulo, ripe for

  the snare. There is a special room in which we agreed to meet.”

  “I know the place,” I said.

  “Oh?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “It is in the Metellan district.”

  “Yes,” she said. “Well, it was there that the net fell. Now I am in a collar.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  I looked down at her, she kneeling so far below us, in the hot, whitish dust.

  “Where I belong,” she said.

  “True,” I said.

  “May I be of further service to Masters?” she asked.

  “I have obtained from you the information I wished,” I said.

  “Then a girl is pleased,” she said.

  I then slipped down from the saddle of the tharlarion.

  “Master?” she asked. She had moved suddenly, almost involuntarily, as though she

  might have thought of leaping to her feet and fleeing, as I had dismounted, but

  she had had the good sense to think the better of it. Certainly she had not

  received permission to break position. She then knelt there, her back very

  straight, trembling.

  “Lift your head,” I said. “Look up.”

  She did so. Her lower lip trembled.

 

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