“I want to know I am your slave,” she said.

“I want to know I am your slave,” she said.
“I do not understand,” he said.
“Teach me that you are my master.”
“I do not understand,” he said.
“It has to do with being subject to the master,” I said, “with being truly his.”
“Interesting,” said Milo.
“For a female,” I said, “I would recommend the wide-bladed, five-stranded whip.”

Lavinia looked up, startled. She had not anticipated, it seemed, that whip. Doubtless she already regretted her recent tolerances and enthusiasms. If it were to be to that particular implement that she was to be subject, matters, it seemed, were to be viewed suddenly in a quite different perspective. On Gor, slave girls live in terror of that whip. It is designed for the female slave, to correct her behavior with great effectiveness while not leaving lasting traces, which might reduce her value.

“Is anything wrong?” I asked Lavinia.
“I will try to be pleasing to my master,” she said.
“I am sure of it,” I said.
“It seems she knows that whip,” he said.
“She has at least heard of it,” I said. “With it on your wall, I have little doubt she will prove to be a most excellent slave, particularly if she has once felt it. It is an excellent tool. You can buy one for as little as one or two copper tarsks.”

Magicians of Gor, p. 815

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