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He extended his goblet to me. "Drink," he said, offering me the cup. I looked at the rim of the cup. I shook with terror. "A slave girl dares not touch with her lips the rim of that cup which has been touched with the lips of her master," I whispered. "Excellent," said Verna. "She was trained in the pens of Ko-ro-ba, said Rask of Treve. He then, from his own cup, poured some wine into a small bowl, which he handed to me. "Thank you, Master," I breathed. Captive of Gor - Page 302 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him. I took the cup and filled it . . . then I pressed my lips to his cup as I must, as a slave girl, and handed it to him. Slave Girl of Gor - Page 89 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Paga, Master?" she asked, kneeling before me, the metal cup held before her, in her two hands. "Yes," I said. She proffered the cup to me. She knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and extended her arms to me, the cup in her hands. "Did you not neglect to kiss it?" I asked her. She drew back the cup and, pressing her lips to it, kissed it. "Is that how a slave kisses the cup of a master?" I asked. She again turned her head to the side and pressed her lips softly, lingeringly, against it. Then she kissed it. I saw a tremor course through her body. I think, then, for the first time, she had begun to understand what it might be truly, to kiss the cup of a master. Then again, kneeling back on her heels, her knees wide, extending her arms to me, the cup in her hands, she proffered me the drink. "Your head should be down, between your arms," I said. She put her head down. Again I saw a small movement in her body, a tremor, subtle. She had put her head down before a man. Another consequence of this position is that the girl's eyes, in the specific act of her serving, do not meet those of the master. They are lowered before his, as one who submits. This is also reminiscent, in an experienced girl, of her training. Often, in training, a girl is not permitted to look into the eyes of the trainer, unless he should specifically extend this permission. Indeed, in some cities, the girl in training may not raise her eyes above the trainer's belt, unless, again, specifically accorded this permission. "Speak," I said to her. "Your paga, Master," she said. But I did not take the paga. "Do you know other phrases?" I asked. There were many, actually, and they tended to vary from tavern to tavern, and from city to city. There was, really, no standardization in such matters. She trembled, head down, proffering me the paga. "Your girl brings you drink, Master," she said. "Any others?" I asked. "Here is your drink, Master," she said. "I beg to serve you further in any way I may." "Another," I said. "Do not forget I come with the price of the cup," she said. "Use me as you will, Master." "Another," I said sharply. "For your pleasure," she said, "I bring you paga and a slave." "Personalized phrase," I said. "E," she said. "Evelyn," I corrected her. "Evelyn tenders drink humbly to Master," she said. "Evelyn hopes Master will later find her suitable to give him pleasure." "Another," I said. "I am Evelyn," she said. “I serve you, naked and collared. Take me later to the alcove. I beg to be taught my slavery." I then took the paga. "You may now serve others," I said to her. Explorers of Gor - Page 161 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slowly, alone, a paga slave, naked and collared, she approached my table. She knelt there, before me. "Press the cup to your belly,” I told her. She did so. She then held it there, in both hands. "Paga, Master?" she whispered. "Yes," I said. She sobbed. "Kiss the cup," I told her. She lifted the metal cup from her belly and, turning her head to the side, pressed her lips against it. She then kissed it. She then, her knees wide, her arms extended to me, her head down, between her arms, proffered the paga to me. "Your paga, Master," she whispered. Explorers of Gor - Page 172 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Second slave," I told her, which, among the river towns, and in certain cities, particularly in the north, is a way of indicating that I would take the black wine without creams or sugars, and as it came from the pouring vessel, which, of course, in these areas, is handled by the "second slave," the first slave being the girl who puts down the cups, takes the orders and sees that the beverage is prepared according to the preferences of the one who is being served. "Second slave," said the slave of Aemilianus. "Yes, Mistress," said the girl in bluish gauze. She was extremely careful not to spill a drop. Black wine, except in the vicinity of Thentis, where most of it is grown on the slopes of the Thentis range, is quite expensive. Also, of course, clumsy slave girls are often whipped. The expression "second slave," incidentally, serves to indicate that one does not wish creams or sugars with one's black wine, even if only one girl is serving. Guardsman of Gor - Page 245 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She reached to the wine, a sweet Ka-la-na of Ar, and filled the goblet to the third ring. Then, as I sat back against the couch, she knelt before me. She, head down, pressed the heavy metal goblet deep into her lower abdomen, and then she lifted it to her lips and, holding it with both hands, kissed it lingeringly and lovingly. Then, kneeling back on her heels she put down her head and, humbly, her arms extended, her head down between them, proffered me the goblet. "Wine, Master?" she asked. "Yes," I said. I then took the goblet from her, and drank. She lifted her head, and watched me. Guardsman of Gor - Page 301 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Now, take the goblet,” he said, “and hold the metal against your body, pushing inward.” I took the goblet and held it, tightly, to my body. I held the round, heavy metal against me, below my brassiere. “Lower,” he said, “against your belly.” I then held the goblet lower. “Press it more inward,” he said. I did so. I can still feel the cold metal against me, firmly, partly against the silk of my undergarment, partly against my belly. “Now,” said he, “lift the goblet to your lips and kiss it lingeringly, then proffer it to me, arms extended, head down.” Fighting Slave of Gor - Page 19 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She carried a tray, on which were various spoons and sugars. She knelt, placing her tray upon the table. With a tiny spoon, its tip no more than a tenth of a hort in diameter, she placed four measures of white sugar, and six of yellow, in the cup; with two stirring spoons, one for the white sugar, another for the yellow, she stirred the beverage after each upon the table. She then held the cup to the side of her cheek, testing its temperature; Ibn Saran glanced at her; she, looking at him, timidly kissed the side of the cup and placed it before him. Then, head down, she withdrew. Tribesman of Gor - Page 89 |