And I love it! I belong in a collar! I love it! I love it! She wished she knew some Gorean songs.
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Surely some masters would permit her to sing, if she were happy! Some masters, she supposed, would enjoy having their girls singing about their work.
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She hoped soon to serve a master, and that it would be Mirus.
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Some girls, she knew, were taught to sing, others to entertain with instruments such as the lute and lyre, and others, it seemed, many, were trained in the dances of slaves.
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Her own training, she understood, though it had seemed extensive to her, had been almost minimal, quite basic.
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She wondered if there were some special reason for this.
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"We will teach you a little," had said one of her instructrices.
And I love it! I belong in a collar! I love it! I love it! She wished she knew some Gorean songs.
Surely some masters would permit her to sing, if she were happy! Some masters, she supposed, would enjoy having their girls singing about their work.
She hoped soon to serve a master, and that it would be Mirus.
Some girls, she knew, were taught to sing, others to entertain with instruments such as the lute and lyre, and others, it seemed, many, were trained in the dances of slaves.
Her own training, she understood, though it had seemed extensive to her, had been almost minimal, quite basic.
She wondered if there were some special reason for this.
"We will teach you a little," had said one of her instructrices.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )