Thoughts on Sana

originally posted January 4, 2006

She returned tanner-skinned and toner through the thighs and abdomen. I remember thinking when my brother released her to me that I preferred her skin a fairer shade and her flesh to be softer, less firm. The passage hand of trekking, following after Varhan as a beast of burden into the city of Tor, altered the characteristics of Sana's body outside acceptable parameters. That is not to say I found the changes displeasing or even unappealing. Quite to the contrary, the sun had given her face a pleasant glow. Also, the arduous journey firmed her musculature to that of a Tuchuk girl. She could have worn the chatka & curla, even, convincingly. While I find a variety of shapes and shades and combinations thereof exciting, most men prefer a certain type of girl. Men of Ar, in the main, find something with a gentler belly and softer, more inviting thighs to their liking. The tend to seek out a darker-haired female as well. A large bosom, while not absolutely required, does not seem to offend most. In short, if pressed, most men would describe a woman not unlike Sana as their ideal physical specimen. I do not think it occured to my brother to alter her physical characteristics, nor do I think the changes in her were deliberate in any way. It was simply the outcome of the manner of service he directed her to. Limiting the ahn she was permitted in the sun for a few hands (as well as a temporary change in her diet) returned the girl, in short order, to more acceptable, more profitable parameters. The slave girl, if she is to thrive, and in some cases just survive, must be malleable. Sana is no exception.
Her attitude and mien are well-suited to the life I have prescribed for her. It is not unfair to say, particularly from the point of view of the casual observer, that I am cruel to her. I would admit, freely, that I can be abusive toward her. Sana is a wonderfully eager, sweetly natured, pliable whore. Sensitive to the needs of men, they seek her out for her hot belly, her desire to be precisely the woman he craves. What that fellow may be unaware of, what Sana can ill-afford to forget, is the absolute mandate for her to be exactly that woman. I demand it. I demand it of her like I demand it of no other woman I own. She is no longer permitted to be the petty, manipulative bitch I once knew;the girl I first encountered more than a handful of years ago. At the slightest notion she is straying from the discipline I prescribe, she is harshly punished. I have starved her, beaten her, denied her indulgences more than any slave ever on my chain.
She is beautiful for it.