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Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)

It is not unknown for even free women to kneel before a man, press their lips to his boots, and beg him for his collar, that they may belong to him, as his slave. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #47)
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6 47 It is not View more quotes about unknown">unknown for even free women to kneel before a man, press their lips to his boots, and beg him for his collar, that they may belong to him, as his slave.

Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 44 The free woman has pride in her status, the slave in her sex, in her holistic fulfilled womanhood.
6 45 One might also note the gratitude of the slave.
6 46 She loves and serves, and is grateful to have been granted this privilege.
6 47 It is not unknown for even free women to kneel before a man, press their lips to his boots, and beg him for his collar, that they may belong to him, as his slave.
6 48 The depth of this need, of this desire, and the profundity of this love, the wholeness of it, the desire to give oneself, to surrender oneself, wholly, to another, is one of the mysterious recurrent songs of nature, its origins perhaps lost or obscure, but its strains familiar amongst her survivors.
6 49 So she rejoices that she is owned, for she has now at last what she has long longed for, a master.
6 50 She is a slave at his feet, doubtless stripped and collared, to be treated as he wills.
The free woman has pride in her status, the slave in her sex, in her holistic fulfilled womanhood. One might also note the gratitude of the slave. She loves and serves, and is grateful to have been granted this privilege. It is not unknown for even free women to kneel before a man, press their lips to his boots, and beg him for his collar, that they may belong to him, as his slave. The depth of this need, of this desire, and the profundity of this love, the wholeness of it, the desire to give oneself, to surrender oneself, wholly, to another, is one of the mysterious recurrent songs of nature, its origins perhaps lost or obscure, but its strains familiar amongst her survivors. So she rejoices that she is owned, for she has now at last what she has long longed for, a master. She is a slave at his feet, doubtless stripped and collared, to be treated as he wills. - (Mariners of Gor)