Nature

originally posted August 16, 2005

I have written about women and their place in the past. Indeed, not so long ago I scrawled those very words atop an entry in this journal. It is, however, one of those themes that need an occasional revisiting. The female animal always seeks her place. The obvious place is on one’s chain. Where does she rank amongst the few or many a fellow might own? A Slaver, one of the Blue & Yellow, might have tens, hundreds or even thousands of women bound to him. Do you think Samos of Port Kar, Dukkarr of Ar or Clark of Thentis is acquainted with each and every woman he owns? Really? There are not enough ahn in the day or even year. I guarantee that each and every one of those women, however, wonders where she fits in. What her purpose might be and if she might one day ascend the ranks. If she is destined, like most, to simply be chattel, sold to the highest bidder, she will endeavor to be remembered as the bids are called out. “Today,” she tells herself resolutely, “He will notice me.” Many an unseen bit of fluff is purchased by the very man selling her on auction day. Imagine her surprise when he beats her ruthlessly later that evening. She has cost him an unnecessary expense. He did not know he owned something so delicious. It is said that the price of a slave girl is both her pride and her greatest fear. The higher the price paid or forsaken, the more her owner is inclined to expect from her. Imagine, then, if a fellow is compelled to pay for her twice to prevent her sale to another? This will be not only a treasured woman but a woman kept under the harshest discipline for some time to come. Perhaps he will never let up on her.

The slave who thinks herself above the petty jealousy and manipulations women play upon one another is in a dangerous denial. Firstly, her sisters in bondage will not afford her the same courtesies. They will seek to slander her, cut her out from the herd. It may be with a pretty smile and kind words, but the most vicious sleen cannot hide the machinations behind his bared teeth that a beautiful slave girl is capable of. ‘Sisterhood’ is one of the most tenuous concepts on this, and I suspect on any, world. Secondly, to deny one’s nature is to fall victim to it. The larl who eats berries and roughage will grow listless and atrophied. A tarn’s legs are not meant for prolonged locomotion. The Cosian who aspires to honor is merely kidding himself and headed for depression and disappointment. This is not to say that the average slave girl is vile and unforgivably contemptible; quite the opposite. It is to say that submission beneath men leads women to find their place among the strata of the remaining population. Some will fight physically for it. Others will use devious political methods to retain every scrap of status afforded them. Still others will repeat the mantra “Exquisitely Beautiful & Absolutely Obedient” over and over in their head, seeking to apply it to each and every event, activity and endeavor in their abject existence. It is my belief that every slave will use each of those means and others not mentioned at one time or another. Many women believe they are above all but the most pleasing of tactics, but I find that notion ridiculous. Slavery, in most cases, is forever. It is simply not realistic to think such a woman will not be forced to resort to means ‘beneath herself’. The only thing beneath a slave, afterall, is the dirt on the ground.