Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
We now knelt in the line as pleasure slaves. We were displayed to entice passing trade. I was aware of another of the Whip Mistresses walking down the decking, behind us, as the floorboards upon which we knelt creaked and the moved beneath my knees as she passed behind me. I did not turn to see her. I did not wish to feel her quirt across my back.
Rather than risk catching the eye of any passer by, I watched the sun set as I knelt on the decking, at eye level with the street. The last thing I needed was to lock eyes with a free person and thus acknowledge my station in life.
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