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is in order,” said Mrs. Rawlinson.
    “No!” we wept.
    “Would you prefer to serve naked?” she inquired.
    “No, no!” we said.
    “It is not unusual for a Gorean feast to be so served by kajirae,” she said.
    I did not doubt that.
    “Many men claim it improves the appetite,” she said.
    “No, no,” whimpered Eve, tears coursing down her cheeks.
    “I am told so,” said Mrs. Rawlinson.
    “Relent, be kind,” pleaded Jane.
    “But many,” she said, “prefer the tunic, or camisk. It gives them something to remove.”
    “You would punish us so?” I wept.
    “Your fault was grievous,” she said. “You may beg to be permitted a camisk.”
    “I beg to be permitted a camisk,” said Eve.
    “I beg to be permitted a camisk,” said Jane.
    “I beg,” I said, “to be permitted a camisk.”
    “It is all in good fun,” she said.
    Jane, Eve, and I exchanged glances, of dismay, and misery. We would be almost nude, exhibited, as might be slaves, and the others would be fully clothed, veiled, robed, and such.
    Clearly she had conceived a suitable punishment for such as we, a punishment fully appropriate, given our fault, having dared to read of a natural world.
    “Your left ankles,” she said, “will be encircled several times with small, colored cords, on which bells will be threaded. Slaves are often belled. It stimulates the men.”
    We looked at one another, miserable.
    “Collars, too, would be appropriate,” she said. “One would not wish your necks to be naked. Common dog collars will do for you, particularly as you are bitches. But they will be locked on your neck. You will know yourself well in them. Small padlocks will do, to which I shall hold the key.”
    Eve began to cry.
    “I assume you will all know enough to kneel in the presence of free persons, save when you are serving, fetching, and such.”
    I nodded, in misery.
    And Nora, and her clique, and the others, would be such, free persons!
    “You will all need a little coaching,” she said, “in posture, grace, and such, which I shall supply, but the important thing is that you should know yourself as slaves, that you should understand that, fully, in the deepest roots of you. Given that understanding, much will come quite naturally. Most of your serving, I assure you, will be quite proper, quite innocent. For example, in serving wine to a male you need only do so on your knees, your head down, extending the goblet, held in both hands, between your extended arms. You need have little fear that you will be expected to serve wine in the typical Gorean fashion, which is so stimulating to a male, and, I might observe, in passing, too, so helplessly and erotically stimulating to the slave as well. One would not wish you to be dragged to the kitchen by the hair, and enjoyed on the linoleum, would we?”
    “No,” we whispered.
    “But Mrs. Rawlinson,” said Eve, “if the boys see us thusly, how will they see us?”
    “As lusciously desirable,” said Mrs. Rawlinson, “but only as slaves.”
    “What if we do not do well?” said Jane.
    “I am sure you will do well, very well,” said Mrs. Rawlinson. “And remember, the guests will be furnished with switches.”
    We recalled this.
    “It is unpleasant to be switched,” she said. “You will try to do your best, will you not?”
    We looked to one another.
    “Yes,” we said.
    “And remember,” she said, “you are to address all free males as Master, and all free females as Mistress. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” we said.
    “Yes, Mrs. Rawlinson,” she suggested.
    “Yes, Mrs. Rawlinson,” we said.
    Several days later, the party took place, and Eve, Jane, and I, half-naked, belled, and collared, served as kajirae. Our punishment, as Mrs. Rawlinson had suggested, was exquisite. As she had anticipated, we were well shamed, excruciatingly so. We knew we were being punished; the guests did not. I supposed I should have been grateful.
    I learned, for the first time in my life, at that