Laaruu looked at her
as if she’d said something particularly offensive. “One does not simply trade
slaves unless the partnership with their master is not working out. Even the
Gilotheans, as primitive as they are, believe as we do on that account.”
“Why not? Ugh, stop
looking at me as if you caught me beating puppies. Slavery is not a nice thing
to do on this planet.”
“Because on this
planet, you do not look after your slaves’ well-being. It’s a code of pure
exploitation here.” Laaruu sighed. “On Paatuun, we make a conscious commitment
to the slave’s care. To their happiness. Sometimes, we even fall in love with
them.”
“If you cared so
much, you wouldn’t consider them slaves. They’d be your partners for real.”
“They are our
partners. It’s hard to explain to you, because we have different definitions of
what a slave is. You’re thinking of your history, where slaves are property to
be forced to obey, to be beaten or killed if disobedience occurs.”
“So what’s your
definition?”
Laaruu smiled. “A
slave is someone to be guarded and nurtured. Someone the master sees to the
needs of. It’s a huge responsibility. In return for the master’s care, the
slave gives him or her their loyalty and trust. They grant the master’s wishes
for pleasure and companionship and accept his decisions for their welfare.”
“Including
punishment.” Kimi managed not to squirm as she remembered his firm hand
spanking her ass. She thought she should be disgusted that she found it
strangely erotic.
Laaruu’s smile
turned into a smirk, as if he knew what she was thinking. “Of course.
Correction is sometimes required and should be expected by the slave.”
“Pretty words for an
ugly practice. You do know how to spin a dreadful idea into something some
might consider.” No way she would ever do any such thing. She was free,
independent, and determined to remain that way.
No release date set.
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