Candlelight, incidentally, can be very lovely. It gives a warm, loving glow, soft and intimate. Do not hesitate to make love by candlelight. It can also, of course, have value in imaginative sex. A girl seen in candlelight need not, as usual, be wearing an evening dress and sipping champagne. She might be dancing, nude, in chains, before a barbaric master. He, cross-legged, sits on cushions, observing her. She dances, desperate to please him. He assesses her casually, determining in his own mind whether it will be she or another whom he will have sent to him for the evening. What man has lived, who has not, by candlelight, witnessed the dance of a nude slave girl? When her dance ends, she kneels before him, head down.

“What is her name?” he asks his chamberlain. Perhaps he does not even remember, months before, having captured her.

He is told.

“Send her to me tonight, after I have finished my work,” he tells the chamberlain.

It will be done.

That night she arrives, her hands confined in slave chains behind her back, the key tied about her neck, to her collar.

She has been kept in the slave quarters for months. This is the first opportunity she has had to please her master. For all she knows it may be her last.

He looks her over. She stands beautifully. “Master,” she whispers, acknowledging his dominance over her. He scrutinizes casually, expertly, for he has owned many women, every turn of her body, both those gross and obvious, such as the marvels of her breasts and ass, and those intimate and subtle, such as the turn of the instep, the tilt of her head, the flexions of a wrist, the tendons behind a knee, the sweet turn of a hip, the melodies of her thighs and delta. He likes what he sees. She has passed the first test. He removes her chains.

“Linda is grateful that her master is not displeased with her,” she whispers.

“Get in bed,” he tells her.

“Yes, Master,” she whispers.

Starved for sex, owned, only one lovely property among many others, she crawls into his bed. She must make him remember her. She does not wish to spend perhaps several years of her life locked, imprisoned, in the slave quarters, neglected, overlooked, forgotten. She remembers how the other girls looked at her with envy and hatred as she was chained to be taken to the master’s chamber.