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.We all sat facing him, our backs against the wall of the Training room.The palms of our hands were flat on the floor at our sides and our legs wereextended before us, the ankles crossed, as though bound. You must, accordingly, strive to understand, relate to, serve and please theunique master in each man.You must bring your own individual personalitiesand talents to bear on his challenge.Try in your uniqueness to be perfect andspecial for him in his uniqueness.Read him.Learn him.Be one acutely awareof him.Be sensitive to his moods, and their changes.Find out what he wantsfrom you, and then see that he gets it, and more.Find out what he wants youto be and then be it, beyond his wildest dreams.Remember that you are theslave.You exist for his service and pleasure. That is it, Tiffany, he said. Stretch your limbs.Examine their fairness.Now look at the master.That is how you take bath before a man.Will he dragyou forth and have you on lie slippery tiles or will he take you in the bathitself? Do not forget to kiss the sandal, humbly, before eyeing it on his foot,said the whip master, just as, when you remove them, you kiss them, beforeputting them away. Yes, Master, I said. Gently, Tiffany, said the whip master. You are not rubbing down atharlarion. Yes, Master, I said. Use the sponge well, he said. Remember that it must not only clean butcaress, and do not forget, in this service, to fondle and kiss the master,humbly and lovingly.I kissed the wet shoulder of the man in the bath, and then kissed his cheek,through the wet canvas hood drawn over his face.He moaned.He was a maleslave. Similarly, said the whip master, do not forget to press your body sometimesagainst that of the master, sometimes seemingly inadvertently.Along theselines, for example, it is easy, seemingly accidentally, to brush his lips witha pendant breast.if his lips should part you might then press it more closelyagainst him, begging.You might then be cuffed back in the water, but lateryou will doubtless be well used.I knelt before the whip master, anxiously lifting the tray to him.He pickedup one of the biscuits.He turned it over. This biscuit is burned on the bottom, he said. If this happens again, youwill be whipped. Yes, Master, I said. Forgive me, Master. Good, Ruby, said the whip master. That is how to remove a man s tunic.Makeit a sensuous experience for him, in which you show him your slavery and youreagerness to serve.You may replace your tunic, Abdar. Yes, Master, said the hooded slave. You next, Tiffany, said the whip master. Yes, Master, I said. These biscuits are acceptable, he said. In fact, they are good. Thank you, Master! I said. Good, Tiffany, said the whip master. That is how you belly to a man.Put your head down, now.Let me feel your lips and tongue. Yes, Master, Iwhimpered. Good, he said. Later, too, when your hair reaches a suitable length, make certain that itfalls about the master s sandals. Yes, Master, I said.I sensed that our training was coming to an end.We were returning to variousbasics, almost as elementary as scales to the musician, such things as basickisses, caresses, position, attitudes and movement.Page 168ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Good, he said.I had once been Miss Tiffany Collins, of Earth.I now lay on my belly on thetiles, naked and in a collar, licking and kissing at the feet of a Goreanmale.It was my hope that he would find me pleasing, totally. Attention, Class, said the whip master.We all straightened up, sitting, facing him, our backs against the wall of thetraining room.The palms of our hands, were flat on the floor at our sides andour legs were extended before us, the ankles crossed, as though bound. The results of your tests, your examinations, are now in.It is my pleasureto inform you that you have all passed.We dared not break position, so well trained we were, but we cried out withpleasure.We had worked hard.We did not wish to be fed to sleen, or, perhaps,if our internal slavery was adequate, but our external performancesinsufficient, being sent to a laundry or returned to a mill, where we mighthave to remain perhaps indefinitely. It is an excellent class, one of the best I have had, he said. Thank you, Master, said several of the girls
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