Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 23 | 62 | On Gor, a View more quotes about slave">slave, tunicked and collared, I was far more aware of my surroundings and their multiple ambiences than I had been on Earth, where noise and glitter, and clutter and filth, and garments which I was beginning to feel were outlandishly barbaric, seemed to shut away the natural world. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 59 | This is untrue, of course, and we treasure whatever scraps of cloth we may be permitted, but the saying has a point, which is that the tunic proclaims the woman a slave. |
| 23 | 60 | It says, in effect, "I am a slave; I am such that you may do with me as you will". |
| 23 | 61 | Is she not then, in her way, naked before the free, more naked than naked in her tiny tunic, naked psychologically, societally, socially? The morning was bright, and my heart was beating rapidly I could see the end of the dock before me. |
| 23 | 62 | On Gor, a slave, tunicked and collared, I was far more aware of my surroundings and their multiple ambiences than I had been on Earth, where noise and glitter, and clutter and filth, and garments which I was beginning to feel were outlandishly barbaric, seemed to shut away the natural world. |
| 23 | 63 | Here, muchly bared, and owned, I was keenly aware of a gentle wind, the splash of rain, the feel of wet grass on one's feet, the scent of a flower, the texture of a piece of cloth, than I had ever been on my former world. |
| 23 | 64 | How fresh and clean was the world, this world, how rich and sensuous it was. |
| 23 | 65 | And there were other textures, and feelings, too, the knowledge that one is owned, and must obey, and the realization that one will be punished if one is not satisfactory, and little things, like the feel of wood on one's knees as one knelt before the free, the sense of a strap cinched tight on one's body, the clasp of slave bracelets, the weight of a shackle, the fiber of cordage in which one lay, bound, and helpless. |
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This is untrue, of course, and we treasure whatever scraps of cloth we may be permitted, but the saying has a point, which is that the tunic proclaims the woman a slave.
It says, in effect, "I am a slave; I am such that you may do with me as you will".
Is she not then, in her way, naked before the free, more naked than naked in her tiny tunic, naked psychologically, societally, socially? The morning was bright, and my heart was beating rapidly I could see the end of the dock before me.
On Gor, a slave, tunicked and collared, I was far more aware of my surroundings and their multiple ambiences than I had been on Earth, where noise and glitter, and clutter and filth, and garments which I was beginning to feel were outlandishly barbaric, seemed to shut away the natural world.
Here, muchly bared, and owned, I was keenly aware of a gentle wind, the splash of rain, the feel of wet grass on one's feet, the scent of a flower, the texture of a piece of cloth, than I had ever been on my former world.
How fresh and clean was the world, this world, how rich and sensuous it was.
And there were other textures, and feelings, too, the knowledge that one is owned, and must obey, and the realization that one will be punished if one is not satisfactory, and little things, like the feel of wood on one's knees as one knelt before the free, the sense of a strap cinched tight on one's body, the clasp of slave bracelets, the weight of a shackle, the fiber of cordage in which one lay, bound, and helpless.
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