Slave Wine

Slave wine is a derivative of sip root. This concentrated "wine" is extremely bitter and distasteful. Originally its effects lasted only a little over a month Over the years, with the great strides in the healing arts, the effects slave wine of today is virtually indefinite.

The women of the wagons including the slaves chewed the sip root for its contraceptive effects rather than drink slave wine. Its effects lasted 3 to 4 months.

To this day, with some owners, it is common practice to administer slave wine to all female slaves not used for breeding once every month, others dose their slaves annually.

While the necessity of giving slave wine on a monthly or even a yearly basis is no longer applicable, the practice still continues for primarily symbolic reasons, reminding the slave of her owner's control over her body and all its functions.

The administering of slave wine is also part of the procedure during examination of a newly collared or purchased slave regardless of any previous dosing. Once the health certificate is issued, the owner may dose the girl as often as he wishes.

Note to FW for troublesome slaves: Frequent dosings may be given, with no negative effects other than a nasty taste left in the slaves mouth, a scowl on an otherwise lovely face and a smile behind your veils. Slave wine is readily available from your nearest physician.

"It is bitter!" I said, touching my lips to it. "It is the standard concentration, and dosage," he said, "plus a little more, for assurance. Its effect is indefinite, but is normally renewed annually, primarily for symbolic purposes."  ~Kajira of Gor, page 130

Tal one and all.

Well once more the time to write this has snuck up on me. I suppose the biggest news is that tonight I will be joined, which I know comes as sad news to all the single FW out there. Until now, I little realized there was so much to be done concerning a joining, and am glad to see it finally approaching at last, amid much ado with flowers, clothes and Benga the KM sanctioning us all to bosk sandwiches so she can keep up with the baking.
There was a bit of discrepancy regarding my joining attire, I opted for the old leathers casual look and of course was completely outvoted, so it would appear I will be spending the better part of the evening tugging at an uncomfortable collar of a new tunic and squeaking with each step of new boots as well.
I was sworn to the city of Sais recently as well, which is where we will be making our home. It is a good city with decent people and a good place to raise a dozen or so heirs. Think I most likely will wait to break that bit of news until after the joining.
Oh, one a different note, it would seem my slave girl was stolen recently and I wanted to let everyone know there is a sizeable reward for her return. Her name is marisa < Oo Marisa > and it would be well worth someone's while to see her returned safely.
As for now, Benga has run into the room at least 10 times to inform me it is well past time to dress for the joining, so until next times, be well Goreans!