Progress

originally posted August 31, 2005

I do not know if I will continue their education of slave dance further than it has gone. I should like to. Sensitive, eager Sana and dark, lovely Portia, my ‘earner’, move well together. I’ve given them a few floor movements, loosely choreographed exercises that would work separately, but work much better done in concert. Fellows often stumble into The Boarding House quite sure of themselves, wanting to be entertained by more than one woman, damn the cost – and I do charge them full freight; three coppers per ahn, per whore. It makes sense to teach the women to work well together to benefit The Common Good. Let me introduce myself. I am The Common Good.

Their ‘dance’ consists of a haughty, confident girl played by Sana. She assesses a raw, sensual beast played by Portia. In doing so, the haughty girl’s attitude changes from disdainful to aroused. The raw girl, demure and somewhat frightened, similarly awakens. Both overcome their attitudes toward one another to reveal their submission to the audience. Yes, the haughty girl is needy and the raw girl is passionate. Each diverts their attention from one another to the fellow(s) watching them. Two things are emphasized in the dance. Both girls are slaves. Neither is more than that or less – and both are at the mercy of men.

To my pleasure, Portia is thriving in her slavery. She consistently brings as much coin into my coffers – and more often than not, more – as any other girl on the chain. Short-shackled at the wrists, she marches herself onto the street, advertising the house in embroidered white lettering across her ass, and sells what I own again and again - day after day with little or no complaint. Her customers are often rough trade, judging by the bruises and scrapes, but she returns home each night with a smile for me and a heavy pouch. I will be the first to admit that while I knew she was a slave the first time I saw her, I was not aware how fully she would blossom under such abject circumstances and treatment. I am not an easy fellow to serve, but she learns from her mistakes and never stops trying to improve. For some time, I’ve mandated her ‘advertisement silk’ be doffed when she enters the house, leaving her scandalously nude. She now has a garment originally gifted to Jenny to cut up and alter as she sees fit, as long as it is befits a slave girl. Portia is a slut. I don’t doubt she will make the hem of the skirt offensively high and the cut of the halter beautifully revealing.

I look forward to it.

One place Portia’s been bested, by a small margin, surprisingly, is by Evona’s literacy. The fair barbarian takes to the indulgence, the gift I’ve given her, with voracity. I rarely see her, when she is not on her back beneath well paying customers, without writing materials and scrolls. Every so often, I allow her and Portia to read from a scroll entitled ‘Tarnsman of Gor’. It is a fantastic tale told by another barbarian called Tarl Cabot. She struggles along with the other girl, trading sentences, but retains what she’s read with some competence. As it was with Joy, she even has insight into the protagonist’s psyche that eludes me. Of course, in later adventures, when Tarl becomes more fully acclimated to the culture and the world around him, Evona will be back where she started. Perhaps not; she’s shown a penchant for learning.