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![]() Slave TrainersHere are relevant references from the Books where Slave Trainers are mentioned. I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them. Arrive at your own conclusions. I wish you well, Fogaban Female Trainer Instructresses Learn From Other Girls Mistress Private Instructresses Professional Slave Trainer Self Training Slave Trainers Slave Trainers Are Men Slaves Training Slaves Trainer Training Tutelage of Passion Slaves
"Even the girl who does not have a female trainer," I said, "will often seek out more experienced girls, to beg them for their intimate counsels and their secrets of love and beauty. Sometimes she purchases these by such tiny gifts, of food and such, as may be within her province, or by performing portions of the other's labors, and so on. Indeed, much of the chitchat of slave girls, in their gatherings, has to do, in one way or another, with the pleasing of masters."
I came from a class in which such things were for other sorts of women, low women, and such skills were, however important they might be, below me, and my kind. Certainly I knew nothing of cooking, and such things. Such things were the concern of servants, whom we hired, inferior women, of one sort or another. I tried to make this clear to my instructresses, who found my reluctance amusing. "For servants?" one said. "But you are less than a servant. You are a thousand times below a servant, for you are a slave!" And another said, "A master will expect you to do such things, and well, and I do not think it would be wise to disappoint him." Another said, "If your master is not satisfied with your meals you may expect to be whipped. You are a slave, not a free companion, lofty in her dignity, who may be as clumsy and inept as she wishes." "Do you understand?" asked another. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Keep your stitches small and neat," said another, "and do not burn your food." "Yes, Mistress," I said, and then addressed myself diligently to those tasks to which I had hitherto regarded myself as superior.
"Teach me to survive as a slave girl," she begged. "I will show you some simple things," I said. "But girls usually learn from other girls, or from their slave trainers in the pens." "Pens?" gasped Audrey. "Of course," I said. "Sometimes," I admitted, "trainers are brought to the compartments, with their whips, but that is more expensive." She turned white. "You are a slave, and you are going to continue to be a slave," I told her, "so you had better learn how to be a good one." She looked at me. "Do you want to live?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Then learn," I said. "Yes, Master," she said. "Here," I said, "hold your lips to my thigh. Put your lips thusly." "Yes, Master," she whispered.
In any training situation, of course, it is common for the girl being trained to address a female trainer, whether the trainer is bond or free, as 'Mistress.' Strict discipline is essential in slave instruction.
Too, we were often accorded private instructresses. These girls, though collared, and doubtless branded, as we were, wore brief tunics, which put them immeasurably above us. How we envied them! Too, they carried long, supple leather quirts. These they used on us when not satisfied with our responses, or progress. I had been quirted, but not often. My usual instructress was "Tina," the name which she had been given on this world. I do not know what her original name had been. She had once been from Pittsburgh. I think she was a good instructress, and she had helped me much. A part of my success, I am sure, was due to her. She was supposed to be one of the best of the instructresses. They had assigned her to me. She was exacting. More than once I had felt her quirt. The instructresses, of course, had their own report lines, if their charges did not do well they, themselves, were held responsible. I recalled seeing one of the instructresses stripped and whipped because the skill levels of her charge were judged insufficient. After that, for better than a week, she was permitted only a half tunic. She began, then, to use two hands on her quirt. Almost immediately her pupil improved her performances considerably. When the instructress had been stripped I had seen that she, like the rest of us, was branded. Her brand, too, was one of the "K-type" brands. It was somewhat different from mine, but it was clearly of the same sort. I do not know what the nature of Tina's brand was, as I never saw it, but I am sure it was there, probably high on the left thigh, like mine, beneath that brief skirt. There was no difficulty, of course, in seeing the collar on her neck. That was visible to anyone. It was probably one of the "K-type" brands. They seemed to be the most common brand, at least of those I had seen. The lessons of which the man had spoken were not all linguistic, of course, I had also received lessons in the proper performance of domestic servilities, such as cooking, sewing, laundering, cleaning, and such. Other lessons were almost lessons in customs, manners and decorum. For example, we were taught how to serve at a table, deferentially, skillfully, unobtrusively and, for the most part, silently, and how to move and walk, and kneel and rise, gracefully, and even such tiny, interesting things, as how to pick up a fallen object, by crouching down, retrieving it, rather than bending over. We were being taught, it seemed, to be graceful and beautiful. Too, of course, we were taught our place, and proper relations to men. A significant portion of our training was intimate and erotic, or sexual and sensual, in nature, ranging from such things as make-up, body ornamentation, cosmetics and perfumes, to techniques, psychological and physical, generally a combination of both, of pleasing men. In the latter range of our studies some of the girls were even instructed in the rudiments of what, perhaps for lack of a better word, might be described, using the Earth expression, as "ethnic dance." It did not surprise me that the men of this world, who seemed to have such a lust for, and such a relish for, and appreciation of, females, would command such dance of them. I gathered this form of dance was quite common here and that it might be required of any female, or any female of our sort. Interestingly enough I had had only two days of this sort of instruction before I was stopped, and sent from the room, to be applied to other lessons. I was told that my skills in these matters, as they had now ascertained, and confirming reports on my "papers," or "records," were already far beyond the rudiments that I would obtain in such a class. I was simply dismissed from the class, to address myself to other lessons; I had, so to speak, "validated that requirement."
"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." "The girl herself, stripped, on a block," said Cabot, "would not be likely to go for more than two silver tarsks. She is not even pen-trained."
"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?" "No, Master," she said. "You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become." "Master?" she asked. "The collar," I said, touching it, "is put on from without, but what it encircles, the slave, comes from within." "Master?" she asked. "Slavery," I told her, "true slavery, comes from within, and you, my lovely little red-haired beast, I assure you, as was evidenced by your behavior and performances this night, are a true slave. Do not fight your slavery. Allow it freely and spontaneously, candidly, sweetly and untrammeled, to manifest itself. It is what you are."
"Teach me to survive as a slave girl," she begged. "I will show you some simple things," I said. "But girls usually learn from other girls, or from their slave trainers in the pens." "Pens?" gasped Audrey. "Of course," I said. "Sometimes," I admitted, "trainers are brought to the compartments, with their whips, but that is more expensive." She turned white. "You are a slave, and you are going to continue to be a slave," I told her, "so you had better learn how to be a good one." She looked at me. "Do you want to live?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Then learn," I said. "Yes, Master," she said. "Here," I said, "hold your lips to my thigh. Put your lips thusly." "Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Slaves such as I are not trained only by women, are we, Master?" she asked. "No," I said. "Many Goreans believe that the finest of slave trainers are men, and that only a man with a whip, and total power over a woman, can properly teach her to be a slave."
"Are you trained?" I asked. She seemed startled. "In Ar," she whispered. "But surely you would not make me use my training in the north." I looked upon her. She seemed the perfect solution to my problem. The gift of a female is sufficiently trivial that the honor of the Forkbeard as my host would not be in the least threatened; further, this was a desirable wench, whose cuddly slave body would be much relished by the Forkbeard and his crew; further, being trained, she would be a rare and exquisite treat for the rude giants of Torvaldsland; beyond this, of course, commanded, she would impart her skills to the best of her abilities to his other girls. I heard a woman moving close to me, heard the sound of slave bells. I looked to one side and was startled. Watching us was a woman in Pleasure Silk, of remarkable beauty, yet with a certain subtle hardness and contempt about her. She wore a yellow collar, that of the House of Cernus, and yellow Pleasure Silk. The slave bells, a double row, were locked on her left ankle. About her throat there hung a slave whistle. From her right hand, looped about the wrist, there dangled a slave goad. "I am Sura," she said, looking at me, "I teach girls to give pleasure to men." "It is hopeless," said Sura, stepping back to us. "Nothing can be done for them. Sell them off a minor block and be done with it. They are kettle girls, only that." Sura dialed the slave goad down, and then switched it off. A smile broke out on the Physician's face. "You're right," he said, "no one could do anything with such barbarians. They could not be trained by anyone, except perhaps Tethrite of the House of Portus." "I had forgotten about her," said Ho-Tu. "Tethrite is an ignorant she-tharlarion," said Sura irritably. "She is the best trainer in Ar," said Ho-Tu. "I, Sura, am the best in Ar," said the girl, not pleasantly. "Of course," said Ho-Tu to Sura. "Besides," said Flaminius to Ho-Tu, "even Tethrite of the House of Portus could not train such barbarians." "If your training goes well," said Flaminius to the girls, "you will in time be given a pretty collar." He indicated Elizabeth's yellow enameled collar, bearing the legend of the House of Cernus. "It will even have a lock," said Flaminius. Virginia looked at him blankly. "Translate for me," said Sura, to Flaminius, as she turned and faced the three kneeling girls. She then spoke to them in short sentences, pausing for Flaminius to translate. "I am Sura," she said. "I will train you. In the hours of training you are my slaves. You will do what I wish. You will work. You will work and you will learn. You will be pleasing. I will teach you. You will work and you will learn." Then she looked at them. "Fear me," she said. Flaminius translated this, as well.
Just as, in our world, it is not uncommon to seek the advice of an interior decorator in obtaining and organizing the appointments of one's own dwelling, so, too, in the Gorean world, it is not uncommon to call in a trainer and beautician to appraise and improve a girl. He considers such matters as her hair, its cut, cosmetics appropriate to her, the proper type of earrings, a variety of collars and slave silks, how she walks, and speaks, and kneels, and so on, and makes his recommendations. Commonly he finds an apparently plain slave, discovers her latencies, and leaves a beauty. An apparently plain girl is a challenge to such a man. They are said to be able to work wonders. They are often employed in slave pens. A common challenge to them is to take an apparently plain free woman, recently enslaved, and transform her into a ravishing, imbonded beauty. "Are you trained at all?" she asked. "You know little or nothing of the arts of the female slave," said Sucha. "You seem to know nothing of the movements and glances, the positions, attitudes and postures, the expressions, of a slave girl, let alone the techniques, crafts and subtleties that may determine whether or not men permit you to live."
"My house," said Portus, "is twenty generations old. We have bred, captured, trained, exchanged and sold slaves for half a millennium. The house of Portus is known on all Gor." Portus looked down. "Already six houses on the Street of Brands have been purchased or closed."
the House of Cernus now, altogether, had better than one hundred and fifty barbarians in training, under the tutelage of various Passion Slaves; | ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |