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PAGA TAVERN SUPERVISED BY MASTER PYTHON When a girl is choosen, she will be taken to an alcove for the private session. If asked to leave by the Tavern Master, do so... or else suffer the consequences. Masters are to ask the Master Python of the girl's restrictions prior to entering the alcoves. Masters do not ask the girls themselves...nor are her restrictions negotiable.
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"Truth is not terrible;
it is merely real." (Blood Brothers of Gor, p.218)
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"Did not they teach you how to serve paga as a paga slave?" I asked. Of
course," she said. "Show
me," 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 held in her hands. . "Did you not neglect to kiss it?" . I asked her. She drew back the cup 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 girls eyes, in the specific act of her serving, do not meet those of the Master. the are lowered before his, as one who submits. This is 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 trainers belt, unless, again, specifically accorded this permission. "Speak," I said to her. |
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"Your
paga Master," she said. But I did not take the paga. "Do you know other phrases?" I asked. there were many actualy, 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." "Do not forget I come with the price of the cup," she said. "Use me as you will, Master." "Personalized phrase," I said. "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." "Now take the goblet,
he said, and hold the metal against your body, pushing inward". "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."
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Kiss on the rim "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) |
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