Topic: Re-"Training" (Revised)

GunSlayrEx1

Date: 2008-06-07 11:07 EST
Re-"Training" (Revised)
or
Remedial Psychology of Human Interactions

348 Days Left?

His compiled information read as the following, gathered from many sources? some heresay, others eyewitness accounts, and finally archived knowledge of the past (whether or not the information was accurate):
Slaves may not use a free person?s name to their face; only Master or Mistress.
Slaves may not touch a weapon.
Slaves may not strike a free person.
Slaves may not own personal property; any personal effects are property of a slave?s owner and bestowed to the slave.
Any slave may act of their own accord until summoned.
Any free person may discipline a slave however they may not cause permanent physical damage.
A slave may not use the words ?I or Me? in reference to herself, only ?this girl? or ?this boy?

Flickers of amber illumination fought back against the ebony of night, seated near the candlelight the man known as Gunner sat examining translations of Gorean documents near the area where Brutin kept his slavegirls; ones recently completed as requested by Tara.

Was it an interesting read? Certainly.

To the war veteran, the concept of power struggle within Gorean society between the Master and the slave was only marginally different from how major political powers clashed in the attempt to show strength. One thing that did linger in the mind?s subconscious was how ironic parallels could be drawn between domineer and submissive with commanding officer and loyal soldier; this single question smoldered in psyche? wondering if that was why Brutin and Tara liked keeping him around. Perhaps in the time that he has left, he could at least attempt to wield the force of will? after all it was better to "burn out, then to fade away.?

It would require more data, methodic analysis, and not only the understanding of theory but the ability to execute in applied practice.

The hushed whisper from prying sets of eyes came from a hairline crack in the doorway to Gun?s makeshift study area. Penelope and Portia for the better part of their own learnings, kept much distance and avoided any close interaction. For even though this man was a stranger to them, but clearly if he had access to the compound they were smart enough to know there should be a valid reason for his presence. From brief glance to utter mental isolation, he simply wished to analyze the data at hand and paid no attention to the girls as they roamed freely within the compound. Being removed so long from his previous stint in the realms, namely the equivalent of 30 Earth years due to time latency, while Gunther remembered much of his previous life, it had simply been too long. Something just wasn't clicking in regards to keeping Nadine's personality in check, the task grew more difficult as her Owner was away on extended leave.

Enlightenment.

The soldier finally broke the psychology in epiphany with terms he could understand and note such into his palmtop to serve as a training primer for his own personal reference. For many, the mistake is confusing behavior control for the actual exertion of will... a technique like Pavlov's Dog and Bell was suitable as a conditioning mechanism, but a terrible example of how to explain the Domination / Submission relation. While the Pavlov conditioning technique could be used as a tool to the ends of exerting the will of a Dominator, it simply lacked the verbal communication.

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Do {while rule broken | until obeyed}
-- reprimand (increase if necessary);
-- communicate reprimand's reason;
-- await acknowledgement;
Loop
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She was testing him, pushing the limit of accepted boundaries; ?testing the leash? if you could define it as such. The next time Nadine and Gunther would meet would be the first test in his journey into a new world? with the contract's termination, the only opportunity cost would be the road not taken.

GunSlayrEx1

Date: 2008-06-08 17:02 EST
Affirmation of the Second Person

or

"What did the five fingers say to the face?"

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The following evening was more of the same in the realms, good weather conditions in a light summer breeze. Clouds anguishly parted as if lifting the veil for the somber face of moonlight to shine down upon the realm. There are a minority of those who roam the streets at night... some frolic in social, some hunt unsuspecting prey, some fornicate in the throes of lust, and there are those who simply have no place to call home except for the ground they lay upon.

If the morningtide are working hours for an orphan in the realms, then eventide is spent simply searching for a harsh respite from reality. In the empty span of the marketplace, a set of small eyes peered about the tables nearby. Shards of lumines and incandescence of the moon revealed the girl?s face as it took cover from the unknown from behind a corner of an empty merchant shop.

Life was never easy? the unfair rule of the realms proven daily to the girl as she barely managed to survive. Hands clutched her growling stomach coinciding with a grimace upon the orphan girl?s face. Hunger would cause her senses to grow numb to the volume of silence surrounding her, dainty hands reaching to her tatters producing the embodiment chunk of stale bread she had procured earlier in the day. The plain bread hunk had grown considerably tougher than when she first tore the end off the loaf belonging to a distracted baker that had paid more attention to the charms of a customer wearing garment of revealing cleavage.

A meal was a meal, but to soften the damage of the ironclad entr?e the girl would need water. She knew just the place? the Shaved Kurii was renowned for its patrons and its bad habit of leaving half filled glasses of drinkable water on its tables. Sprinting across the district atop worn soles of tearing leather, the orphan girl quickly made her route to her usual watering hole. Nearing the last turn for the Shaved Kurii she heard the audible slap of a hand against the flesh of another person. A deep breath was seated in her lungs, nervous as the sound of slaps continued intermittently; gathering courage, she cautiously slid her gaze toward the origins of the sound. She recognized the woman being struck? Nadine if she remembered correctly. She also recognized the man striking her, but she couldn?t recall his name.

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Nadine cried out as she was on her knees, ?Gunther? why are you doing this??

?Address me properly!? bellowed the man as he raised his hand to slap her solidly on the face.

The man reached around to grab the long flowing hair whose length flowed down to the woman?s lower back, forcing Nadine back to a kneeling position and her gaze to the floor. Her hands scrambled to a nearby iron skillet, burnt scrapings of uneaten food along the rim of the cooking ware. Gripping it with nervous hands, she wielded it as if to strike.

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It was clear that this had been going on for a while as the orphan could hear the rising anger and defiance in victim?s voice, Nadine?s lip showing a bit of swelling from the repeated slaps. The orphan stood stunned in silence as she watched Nadine reach for the hand that gripped her hair.

Annoyance was the look she saw on the man?s face, rising anger that seeped into his aura. Nadine?s hand was slapped away quickly with the same relative strength and sound as the slaps from earlier. Nadine?s hands were visibly shaking and she was doing her absolute best to conceal them.

The next act by the man would almost give away the voyeur?s position if the girl hadn?t bitten her lip to stifle her fright.

While holding Nadine?s hair in a terrible grip, the orphan girl watched the man quickly take an unsheathed knife holding it to the tuft of hair. His voice beckoned his will for Nadine to obey, discipline the only recourse for error.

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Nadine taunted the man defiantly her resilience shaking as with her voice, ?Y-yeah? g-go ahead? y-ou can?t cut my hair? i-it?s against the rules? b-but t-take a little off the t-top??

?Hah! Now I know you?re lying. And slaves cannot lie. Another rule broken, another reprimand? that is the way it is with you isn?t it girl? Do you understand why I?m punishing you? It?s because you broke the fundamental rules. You thought you could test me, push me, be defiant like a worrisome troublemaker?? a quick swipe of the knife sliced through the handful of hair, the man returning the taunts by holding in front of Nadine?s eyes before stuffing the locks into her mouth; Nadine?s gag reflex could only respond automatically through choking as her eyes fought back tears.

?You will follow the rules! Is that clear? You will not lie! You will address me properly! Do not question your Master! Your rights and freedoms are only bestowed upon you by your Master! Do you understand girl?!? barked the oppressor.

Nadine softly mumbled through her response? ?I? I? understand.?

?What was that? You didn't address me properly!? Gun took another handful of hair ending at Nadine?s shoulders gutting the blade?s edge across as longer flocks fell into his grasp. Almost methodically, he shoved bundle the hair together and shoved it down Nadine?s mouth once more.

?I couldn?t hear what you said girl. You will address me properly as Master! Slaves do not use words like I or me? you are to refer to yourself in my presence as ?this girl? and obey all the rules of your house. Do you understand girl?!?? raising another strike poised from above, but held for Nadine?s cue awaiting to see if she understood his will.

?Y-yes? master?? meekly replied Nadine, her hands curling the fallen locks of hair to close to her bosom.

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The orphan girl was shocked and awed by what she was seeing? the crumbling of strong will. She turned her gaze away and covered her ears trying to shut it out from her mind. Back sliding against the side of the wall hidden from view, she curled up into a ball; unbeknownst to her? Nadine was doing the very same. Her senses grew numb and but eventually she waited out the couple in the tavern. Had she been looking about, she would have plainly noticed the silver glint of metal hovering in the air above the marketplace... almost insect like... observing all that had taken place before flying away.

The last the girl saw of the oppressor when she finally ounced the bravery to look once more, was his leaning toward Nadine and whispering something in her ear before walking off into the night.

Her bread lying forgotten on the street? she carefully approached the woman softly calling out to her?

?M-miss? are you alright??


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There would be hell to pay later... for Gunther had transcribed inaccurate information? but that is another story?