Results Details

Is that how a slave serves, I wondered, so subserviently, so submissively? Did she not know she was the same as a man? Or was she, or I, the same as a man? What if we were not, profoundly, really? "How is it that a beauty like you, kajira, is keeping company with such a mediocrity?" asked the third man. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #80)

"Appropriately," he said. "Yes, Master," said Paula, and rose to busy herself with this task. Shortly thereafter, having ascertained the preferences of our captors, she served the coffee to them, as she had to me, kneeling, lifting the cups. Is that how a slave serves, I wondered, so subserviently, so submissively? Did she not know she was the same as a man? Or was she, or I, the same as a man? What if we were not, profoundly, really? "How is it that a beauty like you, kajira, is keeping company with such a mediocrity?" asked the third man. I felt his shoe nudge me in the ribs. "Oh, Master," she protested, "do not speak so! She is not a mediocrity! She is my friend. She is bright. - (Plunder of Gor)