Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 50 | 345 | In a few more Ehn, I View more quotes about felt">felt the bottom of the boat grate against the shore. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 50 | 342 | Is it not part of the pleasures of the mastery, finding amusement in keeping us in ignorance, in frustrating our desire to know? Why should we know, we are slaves! It is a small thing, but it is very real. |
| 50 | 343 | So let us suffer in our unease, our anxiety, and our helpless frustration. |
| 50 | 344 | Let it be so; we are slaves! But, too, I wondered, lying before him, bound, do we not want it so, and is it not pleasant in its way, finding ourselves helplessly subject to this deprivation and torment; is it not a reassurance to us that we are truly what we wish to be, slaves. |
| 50 | 345 | In a few more Ehn, I felt the bottom of the boat grate against the shore. |
| 50 | 346 | The oars were drawn inboard, and my captor left the boat, and, wading, drew it high, onto the beach. |
| 50 | 347 | As I lay supine, apparently as my captor wished, I could see little but the inside of the boat, and the sky. |
| 50 | 348 | I did realize we were now on the southern shore of the river. |
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Is it not part of the pleasures of the mastery, finding amusement in keeping us in ignorance, in frustrating our desire to know? Why should we know, we are slaves! It is a small thing, but it is very real.
So let us suffer in our unease, our anxiety, and our helpless frustration.
Let it be so; we are slaves! But, too, I wondered, lying before him, bound, do we not want it so, and is it not pleasant in its way, finding ourselves helplessly subject to this deprivation and torment; is it not a reassurance to us that we are truly what we wish to be, slaves.
In a few more Ehn, I felt the bottom of the boat grate against the shore.
The oars were drawn inboard, and my captor left the boat, and, wading, drew it high, onto the beach.
As I lay supine, apparently as my captor wished, I could see little but the inside of the boat, and the sky.
I did realize we were now on the southern shore of the river.
- (Smugglers of Gor)