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Introductory Quotes on Gorean Attire, mostly in regards to slave attire, but there are some Free Attire listed below as well. There are more listings for attire because.. well as stated in the books... "The attire of Gorean slave girls is of great importance to their masters," The most common Gorean garment for a slave is a brief
slave tunic. This tunic is invariably sleeveless and, usually, has a deep,
plunging neckline. It may be of a great variety of materials, from rich
satins and silks to thin, form-revealing, clinging rep-cloth. Camisks
are favored in some cities. The common camisk is a simple rectangle of
cloth, containing, in its center, a circular opening. The garment is drawn
on by the girl over her head and down upon her shoulders; it is worn,
thus, like a poncho; it is commonly belted with binding fiber or a bit
of light chain, something with which the girl may be secured, if the master
wishes. Guardsman of Gor; p. 107-109 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 revealed 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 fee. 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 Et 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. The attire of Gorean slave girls is of great importance to their masters. They concern themselves with its tiniest details. The clothing, you see, as well as the girl, belongs to the master; it is natural for him, thus to take an interest in it; both, in their diverse ways, can be reflections upon him, his taste, his judgment, his discriminations. that a male of Earth may not even know what clothing his wife owns, or what she buys, would be unthinkable to most Goreans, even those who stand in free companionship. To the master it would simply be preposterous. What his girl wears, if she is to wear anything is of great interest to him. After all, she is not a wife she is much more important; she is a prized possession. The clothing she wears, any cosmetics or jewelry, or perfume must be absolutely perfect. He is "in" so to speak, on every thing. Should she tie her hair with a little as a new ribbon it must pass his strict inspection. If it is not "right" for her, she will not be permitted to wear it. That a wife might wear a new dress and her husband not even notice it would be incredible, if not incomprehensible, to any Gorean, whether a proprietor or a companion. In short, Gorean master concerns themselves closely with their girls. I felt him cutting at the garment's hem. He made it scandalously short. It had been a garment of Eta's measured high, but to her own longer legs. Now I scarcely dared move in it. Slave girl of Gor, page 75 Alphabetical Attire
Agal
Bana
Bark cloth
Bina I moved quietly behind her, as she knelt,
working, at the table, the object, in several loops, held between my hands.
I then, with one motion, slung the loops over her head and body, and jerked
back, straightening her body, and pinning her arms to her sides. "Chain!"
she cried. "Master!" She tensed her body and struggled, but
only for an instant. I tightened the chains. She ceased struggling. The
chains were tight in her flesh. "Master?" she asked. I then
lifted the chains from her, and held them out, before her. "It is
beautiful," she said. Guardsman of Gor; p. 280-281 Also in: Body chain The loop of the body chain was some five feet in length. It was made to loop the throat of a woman several times, or, by alternative windings, to bedeck her body in a variety of fashions. The chain was not heavy, but too, it was not light. It had a solid heft in one's hand. It was closely meshed and strong. It could be used, if a man wished, and perfectly, for purposes of slave security. It was decorated sensuously with colorful wooden beats, semiprecious stones and bits of leather. Detachable, but not attached to the chain at one point were two sets of clips one of snap clips and one of lock clips. It is by means of these clips that the chain can be transformed from a simple piece of slave jewelry into a sturdy and effective device of slave restraint. Book 15: Rogue of Gor, pages 71-72 Burnoose
Buttons I undid the five buttons, red, which ran from the throat of the garment to the waist. Buttons, interestingly, were a relatively recent innovation in some Gorean slave wear. They are not used on the garments of free persons. Most Gorean garments do not have buttons, but are slipped on, or held with brooches or pins. Hooks, however, are used with some frequency. Buttons, interestingly, are regarded as rather sensuous on Gor. Buttons, obviously, may be unbuttoned, or cut away with a knife, thus revealing the slave. Many masters do not permit a girl to button her tunic in the privacy of their compartments. When a slave opens the door of the master's compartment and kneels, head down, say, to admit a visitor, her garment may have been closed only an instant before. This is also true of a hooked slave garment. Slaves, too, may be kept nude in the compartments. These, before answering the door, will usually don a light tunic, slipping it over their heads or wrapping it about their shoulders. When one sees the slave one does not know if, a moment before, she has been beautifully naked in her slavery or if, when the door closes, she has again, behind the door, stripped herself for her master's pleasure. I undid, too, the red, rep-cloth sash of the tunic. The buttons and sash on the tunic were red. The tunic itself, sleeveless, was white. I slipped the tunic over my head and, hastily, cast it aside. I now faced Bran Loort clad only in the collar of my master and my brand. Book 11 "Slave Girl of Gor" page 417 Camisk The camisk is a rectangle of cloth, with a hole cut for the head, rather like a poncho. The edges are commonly folded and stitched to prevent raveling. Under Targo's direction the girls, happily, cut and stitched their own camisks. The camisk, I am told, normally falls to the knees, but Targo made us cut ours considerably shorter. I made mine poorly. I had never learned to sew. Targo was not satisfied with its length, and he made me shorten it still more. Mine was then no longer than Lana's, or the other girls? I remembered my beating. I did not wish another. I feared the straps terribly. And so I was dressed as they. The camisk, I am told, was at one time commonly belted with a chain. However, the camisks that I have personally seen, and those we were given, were belted with a long, thin strap of leather binding fiber. This passes once around the body, and then again, and then is tied, snugly, over the right hip. When Targo inspected me, he made me tighten the belt, to accentuate my figure. Already I had learned for the first time in my life, to stand straight, truly straight. I was cuffed, or kicked, when I forgot. Soon it was natural for me to do so. The belt of binding fiber not only makes it easier to adjust the camisk to a given girl, but, of course, the binding fiber serves to remind her that she is in bondage. In a moment it may be removed, and she may be secured with it, leashed, or bound hand and foot. I wondered why Targo permitted us camisks. I think there were probably two reasons. The first is that the camisk, in its way, is an incredibly attractive garment. It displays the girl, but provocatively. Moreover, it proclaims her slave, and begs to be torn away by the hand of a master. Men thrill to see a girl in a camisk. Secondly, I think Targo gave us camisks to make us even more his slaves. We desperately wanted to have something to cover ourselves, be it only a camisk. That he might take it away if irritated, or dissatisfied with us, made us that the more eager to please him. None of us wished to be unclothed among others clothed, that we, nude, might seem more the slave then they. Book 7 "Captive of Gor" , page 64-65 Also in : Camisk, Turian The Turian camisk was also now occasionally see. It is rather like an inverted "T", the bar of the "T" having beveled edges. It passes from the girl's throat, in front of her body, between her legs, and is then lifted, pulled tight, and wrapped about the thighs. Its single cord fastens the garment behind the girl's neck, behind her back and then, after passing about her body once or twice, ties in front. It conceals her brand but exposes her back. The cord makes it possible to adjust the garment to a given girl. Tightening the cord accentuates her figure. The Turian camisk is worn tightly. Turians are barbarians. In private pens of Ko-ro-ba, where we were taken daily for training, we were taught to wear the garment. A master might require it of us. It is said that only a man knows how to tie a Turian camisk on a girl properly. There are many such saying on Gor. Book 7: Captive of Gor, page 160 Others found in : Book 16: Guardsman of Gor, page 107 Chains, Dancing The girl in the long, light chain smiled
at me. She, at any rate was pleased by my response. A wrist ring was fastened
on her right wrist. The long, slender, gleaming chain was fastened to
this and, looping down and up, ascending gracefully to a wide chain ring
on her collar, through which it freely passed, thence decending, looping
down, and ascending, looping up, gracefully, to the left wrist ring. If
she were to stand quietly, the palms of her hands on her thighs, the lower
portions of the chain, those two dangling loops, would have been about
at the level of her knees, just a little higher. Chains (Four-chains) His girls served nude and chained. Each
ankle and wrist ring had two staples. Each girl's wrists were joined by
about eighteen inches of chain and similarly for her ankles. Further each
girl's left wrist was chained to her ankle and her right wrist to her
right ankle. This arrangement, lovely on a girl, produces the "four
chains," from which the establishment took its name. The four-chain
chaining arrangement, of course, and variations upon it, is well known
upon gor. Four other paga taverns in Port Kar alone used it. Chalwar Ibn Saran, not taking his eyes from Alyena, lifted his finger. From one side a slave girl, barefoot, bangled, in sashed, diaphanous, trousered chalwar, gathered at the ankles, in tight, red-silk vest, with bare midriff, fled to him, with the tall, graceful, silvered pot-containing the black wine. She was veiled. She knelt, replenishing the drink. Beneath her veil I saw the metal of her collar. Tribesmen of Gor; p. 88 She was white, dark-haired. She wore a high, tight vest of red silk, with four hooks; her midriff was bare; she wore the sashed chalwar, a sashed, diaphanous trousered garment, full but gathered in, closely, at the ankles; she was barefoot; her wrists and ankles were bangled; she was veiled; she was collared. Book 10 "Tribesmen of Gor", page 105 Her bare midriff, long, between the high, hooked vest of red silk and the low-slung, sashed chalwar, about her hips, some inches below her navel, was quite attractive. To see her was to want her; and to want her was to wish to own her. Book 10 "Tribesmen of Gor" pages 108 She wore a high, red-silk vest, swelling, fastened with a single hook; diaphanous red-silk chalwar, low on her hips, gathered at the ankles; two golden bangles on her left ankle; collar. Book 10 "Tribesmen of Gor" pages 156-157 Chatka Kajira is perhaps the most common expression for a female slave. Another frequently heard expression is Sa-Fora, a compound word, meaning, rather literally, Chain Daughter, or Daughter of the Chain. Among the Wagon Peoples, to be clad Kajir means, for a girl, to wear four articles, two red, two black; a red cord, the Curia, is tied about the waist; the Chatka, or long, narrow strip of black leather, fits over this cord in the front, passes under, and then again, from the inside, passes over the cord in the back; the Chatka is drawn tight; the Kalmak is then donned; it is a short, open, sleeve- less vest of black leather; lastly the Koora, a strip of red cloth, matching the Curia, is wound about the head, to hold the hair back, for slave women, among the Wagon Peoples, are not permitted to braid, or otherwise dress their hair; it must be, save for the Koora, worn loose. For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather. As Kamchak and I walked to his wagon, I saw several girls, here and there, clad Kajir; they were magnificent; they walked with the true brazen insolence of the slave girl, the wench who knows that she is owned, whom men have found beautiful enough, and exciting enough, to collar. The dour women of the Wagon Peoples, I saw, looked on these girls with envy and hatred, sometimes striking them with sticks if they should approach too closely the cooking pots and attempt to steal a piece of meat. Book 4 "Nomads of Gor", pages 29-30 Also in : Clad Kajir Clad Warrior - with a shield, sword, helmet, and some times a spear. "Look!" cried a voice. The
crowd turned, and I and the auctioneer, looked as well. At the height
of the center aisle, high, framed in the portal of the market hail, stood
a warrior, in full panoply of war. He did not speak. He carried shield
and spear. On his left shoulder hung the scabbard of the short sword.
He was helmeted. Book 11 "Slave girl of Gor" page 30 Curla Among the Wagon Peoples, to be clad Kajir
means, for a girl, to wear four articles, two red two black; a red cord,
the Curla, is tied about the waist; the Chatka, or long , narrow strip
of black leather, fits over the cord in front, passes under, and then
again, from the inside, passes over the cord in back; the chatka is drawn
tight; the Kalmak is then donned; it is a short sleeveless vest of black
leather; lastly the koora, a strip of red cloth, matching the Curla, is
wound about the head, to hold the hair back, for slave women, among the
Wagon Peoples, are not permitted to braid, or otherwise dress their hair;
it must be, save for the koora, worn loose. for a male slave or Kajirus,
of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to
be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of
black leather. Also in : Haik Book 25: Magicians of Gor, page 341 Hunter's catch Book 16: Guardsman of Gor, page 108 Iron Belt I felt then the encircling clasp of metal
closed about my waist, and then, swinging up between my legs, another
piece of metal. These things were fastened into place, the right side,
and the lower portion, hasp like, over the staple on the left side of
the apparatus. The whole then, was secured behind my back with a padlock.
Once again, I wore an iron belt. Kaffiyeh Book 10: Tribesmen of Gor, pages 20 and 301 Kalmak Book 4: Nomads of Gor, page 30 Kes For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather. Book 4 "Nomads of Gor", page 30 Kirtle She was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly. About her neck I could see a dark ring. Book 9 "Marauders of Gor", page 81 Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters. "Marauders of Gor" page 100 Koora Book 4: Nomads of Gor, page 30 Makeup I waited my turn before the mirror and
applied the cosmetics of the Gorean slave girl. I knew well how to do
this, for I had been trained. pleasure silk, and other silks dancing silks : As I mused, Talena stepped forth from behind the silk curtain. I had thought she had retired. Instead, she stood before me in the diaphanous, scarlet dancing silks of Gor. She had rouged her lips. My head swam at the sudden intoxicating scent of a wild perfume. Her olive ankles bore dancing bangles with tiny bells. Attached to the thumb and index finger of each hand were tiny finger cymbals. She bent her knees ever so slightly and raised her arms gracefully above her head. There was a sudden bright clash of the finger cymbals, and, to the music of the nearby tent, Talena, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, began to dance for me. Tarnsman of Gor; p. 134 Pleasire silks found in: She was attired in a brief gown of red Pleasure Silk, prescribed for her because she was a Red Silk Girl and in training. Virginia and Phyllis, in their cells, would wear similar gowns, but of white silk. Assassin of Gor; p. 176 The bit of yellow silk lay partly on one stair and descending gracefully, partly on another. It took the edge of the stair beautifully, for such silk is very fine. It reveals even the subtlest lineaments of that to which it clings. It is slave silk. I could see the graining of the marble through the silk. Rogue of Gor; p. 276 Also in Book 7 "Captive of Gor", page 322 Perfume (Slave) A rich master will often have individual
purfumes specially blended and matched to the slave nature of his various
girls. All are slaves, completely, but each girl, collared, imbonded,
is deliciously different. Some slave purfumes are right for some slaves,
and others not. Rep-cloth Book 7: Captive of Gor, page 294 Robes of Concealment Book 1: Tarnsman of Gor, page 87 Slave Livery She wore the briefly skirted, sleeveless
slave livery common in the northern cities of Gor; the livery was yellow
and split to the cord that served as her belt; about her throat she wore
a matching collar, yellow enameled over steel. Sea sleen, white-spotted Book 6: Raiders of Gor page 300 Sirik both girls wore the Sirik, a light chain favored for female slaves by many Gorean masters; it consists of a Turian-type collar, a loose, rounded circle of steel, to which a light, gleaming chain is attached; should the girl stand, the chain, dangling from her collar, falls to the floor; it is about ten or twelve inches longer than is required to reach from her collar to her ankles; to this chain, at the natural fall of her wrists, is attached a pair of slave bracelets; at the end of the chain there is attached another device, a set of linked ankle rings, which, when closed about her ankles, lifts a portion of the slack chain from the floor; the Sirit is an incredibly graceful thing and designed to enhance the beauty of its wearer; perhaps it should only be added that the slave bracelets and the ankle rings may be removed from the chain and used separately; this also, of course, permits the Sirik to function as a slave leash. Book 4 "Nomads of Gor" page.
42 She lifted up some loops of chain; there
were linked ankle rings and linked wrist rings, and a lock collar, all
connected by a length of gleaming chain running from the collar. It was
rather lovely. It was too small for a man. I knew, however, it would fit
me, perfectly, "Sirik," said Eta. "Sirik," I repeated. The man brought a Sirik, and locked it on my throat, and about my wrists and ankles. Then, with another chain, looping it through the Sirik chain which fell from my Sirik collar to my braceleted wrists and confined ankles, he secured me to a heavy ring, passing one end of the looped chain through the ring and then, with a heavy padlock, closing the open end of the loop. Only then did he untie the bonds on my wrists and ankles. When I was freed of those bonds I was chained in Sirik, fastened at the ring. I was secured much more heavily than they. Book 11 "Slave Girl of Gor" page 379 Also found in: Book 22 "Dancer of Gor", pages, 165-166 Sirik, work The chain she wore was a work sirik.
It resembles the common sirik but the wrists, to permit work, are granted
about a yard of chain. Like the common sirik, it is a lovely chain, Women
are beautiful in it. Slave beads Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 82 Slave bells Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 84 Slave bracelets Book 1: Tarnsman of Gor, page 102 Slave cloak The slaves wore light, hooded cloaks, the length of which, when they stood, would fall slightly above the hem of their brief slave livery. The garments had rather large sleeves and fastened with a cord under the chin. It protected them from the sun to some extent but even more from the glances of the curious. Some of the girls, judging by the stripes on the hoods and cloaks were White Silk, and others Red Silk. The White Silk Girls, of course, having been released from the house, would have been placed in locked, iron belts. The girls were neither of the House of Cernus nor of Portus, but of one of the several lesser houses on the Street of Brands. Assassin of Gor; p. 147 Slave girtle Book 25: Magicians of Gor, pages 21, 28-30 Slave harness The "harness makers" on Gor, provide not just harnesses but an entire line of associated products, such as saddles, bridles, reins, hobblings and tethers. Presumably the harness makers on this street would not have dealt in slave harnesses. That product would have been more likely to have been, as it still was, available on the "Street of Brands," a district in which are found many of the houses of slavers, sales barns, sales arenas, holding areas, boarding accommodations, training facilities, and shops dealing with product lines pertinent to slaves, such as collars, cosmetics, jewelry, perfumes, slave garb, chains, binding fiber and disciplinary devices. In such a district one may have a girl's septum or ears pierced. There are many varieties of slave harness, incidentally, with various purposes, such as discipline, display and security. Many of them are extremely lovely on a woman, and many, by such adjustments as cinching, tightening, and buckling, may be fitted closely and exquisitely to the individual slave. Book 25 "Magicians of Gor", pages 108-109 Slave hood Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 146 Slave tunic Book 22: Dancer of Gor, pages 155 and 225 Talmit Book 9: Marauders of Gor page 139 Talmit, kajira Book 7: Captive of Gor, pages 285-286 Ta-teera 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 close 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 held pent, held captive,
within Eta pulled at the bit of rag she wore.
"Ta-Teera," she said. I wore the scandalously brief, torn, hooked, sleeveless Ta-Teera, which so displayed a girl's charms. Slave Girl of Gor; p. 137 Also found in Book 22, "Dancer of Gor", page 280 Tharlarion boots Book 1: Tarnsman of Gor, page 125 Tunic, chain Book 16: Guardsman of Gor, page 108 Tunic, free man's Book 25: Magicians of Gor, page 395 Tunic, slave We wore such tunics when engaged as work
slaves. The tunics of work slaves are usually brown or gray. He looked upon me. I blushed hot red. My body was not much concealed in the brief one-piece work tunic, and I wore a collar. Gorean men have a way of looking at a woman which is like stripping them and putting them to their feet. I felt naked. I put my hand to the thin brown cloth, clutching it, as though to close it more, but I only moved it more tightly about me and higher upon my thighs. I felt, under his gaze, that every detail of my body must be clear to him. Book 11 "Slave Girl of Gor" page 267
Quickly I reached down and picked up the object, its folds tucked in among themselves. I opened it, and shook it out. It was a brief slave tunic, slit deeply at the hips, with narrow shoulder straps, little more than strings. I looked up at him, gratefully. It was the first garment of my own I had been given on this world. To be sure, I had been, upon occasion, given blankets or sheets to hold about myself, usually for warmth, and I had been, in my training, put in various costumes, mostly, I suppose, for my masters to see what I looked like in them, such as the common and Turian camisk, and the scandalous garb prescribed for Tuchuk slave girls. Too, I had been taught the wearing of, and arrangement of, simple, typical slave garments, such as tunics of various sorts, and ta-teeras, or slave rage. I had even been taught the tying of slave girdles, in such a way as to emphasize, and sometimes more than subtly, my figure. And, indeed, part of my training had not been only to wear, and move in such garments, but also how to remove them provocatively, and gracefully. Even the blankets and sheets we had been given, presumably mostly for warmth, we had to remove in certain fashions that clearly, from a man's point of view, would have counted as an extremely sensuous disrobing. Then, recollecting that I had been ordered to put it on, I pulled it over my head and put my arms through the straps. In a moment I had drawn it down about me. "Dancer of Gor" page 155 Also found in: Tunic, thrall Men in the fields wore short tunics of white wool; some carried hoes; their hair was close cropped; about their throats had been hammered bands of black iron, with a welded ring attached. Marauders of Gor, page 82 Veil Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 107 Veil, freedom Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 107 Veil, house Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 107 Veil, intimacy Book 12: Beasts of Gor, page 404 Veil, last Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 107 Veil, pride Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 107 Veil, rep-cloth Book 5: Assassin of Gor, page 141 Veil, slave "Veil yourself," I laughed. Tribesmen of Gor; p. 69-70 Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor, page 107 Veil, street Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor page 107 Virgin bell Book 10: Tribesmen of Gor, page 45 Other Quotes Free In the beginning, when moving
about the house, the girls had been permitted only the garb customarily
worn in the sweat and motion of the training, a rectangle of silk, about
a foot long, thrust into a silken string knotted about the waist; Virginia
and Phyllis would not even leave their cells so clad until Elizabeth called
upon them, so clad herself, ordering them forth; Phyllis had been tearfully
furious that she should be so seen, Virginia terrified; but, on the orders
of Elizabeth, who spoke with authority, they followed her forth, frightened,
but heads high and shoulders back, and soon they were delighting in the
sights of the house, for they had seen little but the kennels, the training
room and their cells; it had been a good day for them; each was female
and Elizabeth had taught them that this was a permissible thing to be. Assassin of Gor; p. 199-200 Slave
She wore the brief, stained, wretched garment of a Kettle Slave. Raiders of Gor; p. 239 Her hair was dark, and fell to the small of her back; her eyes were dark; she wore the briefly skirted, sleeveless slave livery common in the northern cities of Gor; the livery was yellow and split to the cord that served her as belt; about her throat she wore a matching collar, yellow enameled over steel. Assassins of Gor; p. 7 She wore a long, simple sleeveless white robe, which fell gracefully about her in dignified classic folds. About her throat she had gracefully wrapped a scarf of white silk. Priest-Kings of Gor; p. 34 As I gazed on her she lowered her eyes shyly. She wore only a single garment, a long, narrow rectangle of rough, brown material, perhaps eighteen inches in width, drawn over her head like a poncho, falling in front and back a bit above her knees and belted at the waist with a chain. 'Yes,' she said with shame. 'I wear the camisk.' Outlaw of Gor; p. 102 I saw the other girls some thirty yards away, in camisks, the cheapest of slave garments, laughing and talking to one another, disporting themselves as pleasurably as free maidens might have. Outlaw of Gor; p. 188-189 He clapped his hands twice, and the panel slid back again. I was startled. Through the opening came a young girl, somewhat younger than myself, with blonde hair bound back. She wore a sleeveless garment of diagonal stripes, the brief skirt of which terminated some inches above her knees. Tarnsman of Gor; p. 25-26 I hauled the tarn aloft, waving back at the small figure still wearing the diagonally striped livery of the slave. Tarnsman of Gor; p. 72 A moment or two after, Talena stepped forth for our inspection, brazen and insolent. She wore the diagonally striped slave livery of Gor, as had Sana - that briefly skirted, simple, sleeveless garment. Tarnsman of Gor; p. 126 The brand is normally concealed by the briefly skirted slave livery of Gor but, of course, when the camisk is worn, it is always clearly visible, reminding the girl and others of her station. Outlaw of Gor; p. 187 "It is a tunic!" she cried, delightedly. "A slave tunic," he said, sternly. "Of course, Master," she said, delightedly, "for I am a slave!" It was a sleeveless, pullover tunic of brown rep cloth. It was generously notched on both sides at the hem, which touch guarantees an additional baring of its occupant's flanks. I saw that Phoebe wanted to reach out and seize the small garment but that she, under discipline, kept her hands, as she had been directed, at her sides. The cord over Marcus' shoulder, of course, was the slave girdle, which is used to adjust the garment on the slave. Such girdles may be tied in various ways, usually in such ways as to enhance the occupant's figure. Such girdles, too, like the binding fiber with which a camisk is usually secured on a girl, may be used to bind her. "It is to be mine, is it not?" asked Phoebe, eagerly, expectantly, hopefully. She would not be fully certain of this, of course. Once before, in the neighborhood of Brundisium, far to the north and west, when she had though she was to receive a similar garment, one which had previously been worn by another slave, Marcus refused to permit it to her. He had burned it. She was from Cos. "I own it," said Marcus, "as I own you, but it is true that it was with you in mind that I purchased it, that you might wear it when permitted, or directed." "May I touch it, Master>" she asked, delightedly. "Yes," he said. I watched her take the tiny garment in her hands, gratefully, joyfully. It is interesting, I thought, how much such a small thing can mean to a girl. It was a mere slave tunic, a cheap, tiny thing, little more than a ta-teera or camisk, and yet it delighted her, boundlessly. It was the sort of garment which free women profess to despise, to find unspeakably shocking, unutterably scandalous, the sort of garment which they profess to regard with horror, the sort of garment which they seem almost ready to faint at the sight of, and yet to Phoebe, and to others like her, in bondage, it was precious, meaning more her doubtless than the richest garments in the wardrobes of the free women. To be sure, I suspect that free women are not always completely candid in what they tell us about their feelings toward such garments. The same free woman, captured, who is cast such a garment, and regarding it cries out with rage and frustration, and dismay, and hastens to don it only when she sees the hand of her captor tighten on his whip, is likely, in a matter of moments, to be wearing it quite well, and with talent, moving gracefully, excitingly and provocatively within it. Such garments, and their meaning, tend to excite women, inordinately. Too, they are often not such strangers to such garments as they might have you believe. Such garments, and such things, are often found among the belongings of women in captured cities. It is presumed that many women wear them privately, and pose in them, before mirrors, and such. Sometimes it is in the course of such activities that they first feel the slaver's noose upon them, they surprised, and taken, in the privacy of their own compartments. On Gor it is said that free women are slaves who have not been collared. In Phoebe's case, of course, the garment represented not only such things, confirmation of her bondage, her subjection to a master, and such, but more importantly, at the moment, the considerable difference between being clothed and unclothed. She, a slave, and not entitled to clothing, any more than other animals, was, by the generosity of her master, to be permitted a garment. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" wet Phoebe, clutching the garment. Marcus had, of his own thinking in the matter, purchased the garment. It was, in my opinion, high time he had done so. Not only would Phoebe be incredibly fetching in a slave garment, garments permitting a female in many ways to call attention to, accentuate, display and enhance her beauty, but it would make her, and us, less conspicuous on the streets of Ar. Also, of course, she would then be no more susceptible than other similarly clad slaves to the pinches, and other attentions, of passers-by in the streets. Magicians of Gor; p. 21-22 "This cord," said Marcus, "may function as a slave girdle. Such may be tied in several ways. You, as a slave, doubtless know the tying of slave girdles." I smiled. Marcus would know, of course, that Phoebe would not be likely to know much, if anything, of such matters. Only recently she had been a free woman, though, to be sure, one who had been long kept, languishing, it seemed, and, of course, incompletely fulfilled, in the status of a mere captive. Only a few weeks again had she been branded and collared, and thusly liberated into total bondage. "No, Master," said Phoebe. "I am not trained, save in so far as you, and before you, Master Tarl, have deigned to impart some understandings to me." "I see," said Marcus. I think he was just as pleased that Phoebe had not been muchly trained. From one point of view, this suggested that she had presumably been less handled before coming into his keeping that might have been otherwise the case. Also, of course, if she was to strive to please, and squirm, under strict training disciplines, he would prefer that she do so under his personal tutelage, and in the lights of his personal taste, she thus being kept more to himself, and also being trained to be a perfect personal slave, one honed to the whims, preferences and needs of a particular master. To be sure, this sort of thing can be done with any woman. it is part of her "learning the new master." "Master is undoubted familiar with many slaves, and things having to do with slaves," said Phoebe. "Perhaps then Master can teach his slave such things." Though Marcus was a young man and, as far as I knew, had never owned a personal slave before Phoebe, he, as a Gorean, would be familiar with slaves. Not only were they in his culture but he probably, as he was of the Marcelliani, which had been a prominent, wealthy family in Ar's Station, would have had them in his house, in growing up, the use of some perhaps being accorded to him after puberty. Similarly he would be familiar with them from his military training, which would include matters such as the hunting and capture of women, who count as splendid trophies of the chase, so to speak, and his military life, as officers and men commonly have at their disposal barracks slaves, camp slaves, and such. Too, of course, he would be familiar with the lovely properties encountered in paga taverns, and such places. Indeed, together we had frequented such establishments, for example, in Port Cos, after our landing there, as refugees from Ar's Station. The Gorean slave girl seldom needs to fear that her master will not be fully familiar with, and skilled in, the handling, treatment and discipline of slaves. "I am not a professional slave trainer," said Marcus, "or costumer or cosmetician, but I will show you two of the most common ties. Others you might inquire of, when the opportunity permits, of your sister slaves." "Yes, Master," she said. Phoebe, because of the nature of her acquisition and holding, and our movements, and such, had had very little chance to associate with, or meet, other slaves. On the other hand this deprivation might soon be remedied. I supposed, if Marcus should take up a settled domicile. Indeed, even if we remained n the camp for a few days, it was likely that Phoebe would soon find herself in one group or another of female slaves, conversing, working together. Perhaps laundering, or such. From her sisters in bondage a girl, particularly a new girl, can learn much. In such groups there are normally numerous subtle relationships, hierarchies of dominance, and such, but when a male appears they are all instantly reduced, before him, to the commonality of their beauty and bondage. "Also," said Marcus, sizing up the slim beauty before him, "we can always, if we wish, extend our repertoire of ties by experiment." "Yes, Master," said Phoebe, eagerly. It seemed she had forgotten her cuffing. Yet I had little doubt that its admonitory sting lingered within her, not only as a useful memorandum of her bondage but recalling her to the prudence of caution. Marcus looped the cord and put it over her, so that the loop hung behind her back and two loosed ends before her. Already, it seemed, Phoebe had returned to her normal mode of relating to him, as a mere, docile slave, not daring to confess her love openly. Yet I think there was not something subtly different in their relationship. Phoebe now, given his recent intensity, his denunciation of her mendacity, his fury, his excessive reaction to them, had more than ample evidence of the depth of his feelings toward her. She was more than satisfied with what had occurred. Such things, to the softness and intelligence of her woman's heart, spoke clearly to her. She was not in the position of the helplessly loving female slave at the feet of a beloved master who regarded her with indifference as merely another of his women, or was even cold to her, perhaps disdaining her as a trivial, meaningless possession. Marcus now, roughly, took the forward ends of the cord, where they dangled before her, and put them back, beneath her arms, through the back loop, and drew them forward where he tied them, snugly, beneath her breasts. "Oh!" she said. "You are pretty, slut of Cos," he said, standing back, admiring his handiwork. "I wish I had a mirror," she said. "You may see yourself, in a sense," I said, "in the mirror of his desire." "Yes," she whispered, shyly. "And this," said Marcus, loosening the cord, "is perhaps the most common way of wearing the slave girdle." He then took the forward ends of the cord, again free, and this time crossed them, over the bosom, before placing them again through the loop at the back, drawing them forward and, once more, fastening them, perhaps more snugly than was necessary, before her. "Ohh," he said. "Yes." "Aii," I whispered. I then needed a woman. I must leave the tent and search for one, perhaps a girl in one of the open-air brothels, forbidden without permission to leave her mat or even to rise to her knees. "Is it pretty?" asked Phoebe. "It is a perhaps not unpleasing effect," said Marcus. "Yes," I agreed. "There are, of course, numerous ways in which to tie slave girls," said Marcus. "True," I said. To be sure they tended to have certain things in common, such as the accentuation and enhancement of the slave's figure. Magicians of Gor; p. 28-30 It was a tunic resembling that of a state slave, done in the new fashion. The garmenture of the state slave, that of a girl owned by the city itself, some time ago, had been brief, sleeveless and gray, slashed to the waist. The collar worn by such slaves had been gray, matching the tunic, and it had been customary to lock about their left ankle a steel band, also gray, from which depended five small bells, also of gray metal. Fashions in such things tended to change, of course, even in normal times. For example, the hemlines might go up and down a bit, the garments might be accented or trimmed with color, or not, the number of bells on the ankle might be increased, say, to seven, or be returned to the original five, and so on. Currently, however, the garmenture of the state slaves, as one might have expected, given the defeat of Ar and the hegemony of Cos, had been considerably altered. No longer were the tunics slashed to the waist. Now the necklines were high, and about the throat. Similarly the hemlines had been considerably lowered, just above the knee. These alterations had been introduced to assist in the subjugation of the men of Ar, by seeking to depress their sexual vitality. Similarly, of course, no longer were the left ankles of the slaves belled. the sound of slave bells on a woman's ankle tends to be sexually stimulating to a male. To be sure, of late, with the rise of the Delta Brigade, and the undercurrent of unrest in Ar, there seethed in the city, doubtless to the dismay of Cos, a surgency of male energies. As I have mentioned earlier, many masters, not, no longer sent their slaves unescorted about the city, until they had fastened them in the iron belt. The slave tunic of the state slave was still sleeveless, however. That is common with slave garments. Magicians of Gor; p. 340 More added all the time, please check back again soon |
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