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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.
    (pg. 30) 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