1 “Please rape me, Master.” She dares not, of course, beg for the respectful attention, the solicitude, the deference, that would be accorded to a free woman, that exalted creature, in bed; she is only a slave; secretly, of course, she prefers slave rape; in bed she does not wish to be treated as a “lady,” but as a naked slave girl, completely at her master’s disposal; she wants him to do to her, and masterfully, what he pleases; she wants to belong to him, completely; if she were truly his “equal,” in some sense, how could she submit to him; every woman, in her heart, desires to find a man before whom she has no choice but to submit herself sexually; every woman, in her secret dreams, searches for her master; the slave girl, of course, must wantonly and eagerly, submit to men; she is forced to be true to her deepest instincts; accordingly, mastered, their sexual experiences are fantastic, far other than those possible among “equals.” Similarly a man who has had a slave girl is then likely to understand the smugness, the sexual poverty, the competitiveness, the vanity, of the “free woman.” Free women, of course, fail to understand why a strong, intelligent, attractive man prefers a sensuous little slut of a slave girl, hot and loving, eager and lascivious, in his bed to one of them. The fact that they cannot understand this tells us much about the free woman. They have little recourse but to castigate men, call them names, etc., because they have in them the blood of hunters and masters. No answer need be given to them but to look at them, as a man may look at a woman whose understanding of him is irrelevant and foolish. Undress them with a glance, and perhaps they will understand. Remarks addressed to a free woman (if, as is unlikely, she wishes to satisfy the sexual needs of both herself and her husband): Your freedom ends at the edge of the mattress. When you crawl nude into bed with your husband, be his slave girl.

Sack ties.