High Couch of Silistra by Janet Morris #SciFi #BDSM

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I’m feeling very honoured to have the talented Janet Morris stopping by my blog today. Now I can thoroughly recommend this book, as I have personally read it, and it’ll bend your mind towards the end. The main genre is SciFi, but there’s plenty of naughtiness within – which is just the way I like it. When you consider this book was originally written in 1977 – I think you’ll agree with me that it was way ahead of its time. Anyway, enough from me…

Blurb

Biology shapes reality…

One woman’s mythic search for self-realization in a distant tomorrow…

Her sensuality was at the core of her world, her quest beyond the civilized stars.

Aristocrat. Outcast. Picara. Slave. Ruler.

Excerpt

Chaldra of the Mother

I am Estri Hadrath diet Estrazi, former Well-Keepress of Astria on the planet Silistra. I have begun three times to tell this story, and three times I have been interrupted. This, then, the fourth attempt, will surely prove successful.
Perhaps you have heard of Silistra, the planet that was catalyst to the sexual revolution in the year twenty-two thousand, seven hundred and four Bipedal Federate Standard Time, or of the Silistran serums that lengthen life and restore vitality in virtually any bipedal life form, or perhaps you have at some time contracted the services of a Silistran telepath, or a precognitive, or a deep reader. It is possible that you have in your own home the scintillating, indestructible web-cloth woven by our domestic arachnids, or have seen holograms of our golachits, those intelligent builder-beetles who exude from their mouths a translucent, superhard substance called gol and create from this gol, under the guidance of the chit-guards, the formidable and resplendent structures in which we live and work.
And perhaps you have seen no web-cloth, no gol, never been ill, and are not interested in sex. If so, you may never have heard of Silistra.
I carry Silistra in my mind’s eye, here under this alien sun. In my mind alone can I look out the east window of my beloved exercise hall in Well Astria and see the sun’s rising burst upon the jewel-like towers and keeps of the Inner Well and a thousand rainbows arc and dance in the greening sky.
I was Well-Keepress. Seven thousand people thrived under the aegis of my Well. I was sought and celebrated for my beauty and lineage, for I was great-granddaughter to Astria Barina diet Hadrath, the Well-Keepress who seduced M’Glarenn, Liaison First for the Bipedal Federation, and who changed the sexual habits of bipeds on one hundred and forty-eight worlds. I was high-couch in the greatest house of pleasure in the civilized stars. I commanded a great price.
Any being who was capable of desiring me, I could fulfill. I was fluent in the language and customs of fifty worlds. I had more than a passing acquaintance with the other ninety-eight. I was reasonably happy, happier than I knew.
I must speak briefly of chaldra and chaldric chains, for it is chaldra that brought me here, to this strange and frightening world, so far from all that I hold dear.
It is a Silistran saying that we are all bound, the least of us no more than the greatest, and a Silistran would have it no other way. The bonds of which the saying speaks are bonds of the spirit, of responsibility and duty and custom, and these are called chaldra. Upon the body of each Silistran, proudly displayed in twisted belts called chalds, are worn thin, supple, many-colored chaldric chains of precious metals. A Silistran without chaldra is a person bereft of purpose and self-respect, a pariah in our society. Indeed, all too often such unfortunate individuals, when unable to acquire ennobling chaldra, choose to take on the chaldra of the soil — by their death gaining that which was denied them in life.
There is high-chaldra and low-chaldra. One example of high-chaldra is the chaldra of reproduction, of begetting one child (no easy task among Silistrans), which is symbolized by the bronze chain before the chaldra is met, and the golden chain after the child has been produced. Another is the chaldra of the mother and father, the task set by the parent of the same sex, symbolized by the red chain before completion and the blue when the task is done. The chaldra to the Stand of Well is high also, and the chain is always silver. Low-chaldra may be bonds of choice, such as the chaldra of couch-bond between a man and a woman, recognized by the pinkish titrium chain; or of skill, such as the black-iron Slayer’s chain; or of vocation or avocation, as the Day-Keeper’s slate-colored chain or the golachit breeder’s brown. There are over two hundred chaldric chains, if one counts both high and low.
I still wear my chald of eighteen intertwined chains. Once it lay snugly across my navel, but I have lost much weight in this dreadful place, and now it slaps annoyingly about my lower abdomen as I labor at the senseless tasks set me by my inscrutable masters.

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