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How often one hopefully ties the bondage knot in one's hair! How often one kneels, frustrated and whimpering, at a male's feet, fearing to speak, hoping to be caressed! Once one's slave fires are kindled what can one be from then on but a begging slave? And do the beasts not know this, when they, to their amusement, put such fires unilaterally, whether we will it or not, in our vulnerable, helpless, owned bellies? I did not think that female passion, as I was coming to know it, was less than, or inferior to, male passion. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #9)

And Gorean males, I had discovered, were often hungry, so to speak. But I suspect they were seldom less hungry than their putative prey. Indeed, the mass of sexual tissue distributed so abundantly throughout the female body, once ignited, often flames in need. How often one hopefully ties the bondage knot in one's hair! How often one kneels, frustrated and whimpering, at a male's feet, fearing to speak, hoping to be caressed! Once one's slave fires are kindled what can one be from then on but a begging slave? And do the beasts not know this, when they, to their amusement, put such fires unilaterally, whether we will it or not, in our vulnerable, helpless, owned bellies? I did not think that female passion, as I was coming to know it, was less than, or inferior to, male passion. Rather I suspected that it, in its unique and different way, in its biological complexity and breadth, in its preciousness of emotion, in its time and ramifications, far exceeded the soon-satisfied passion of men. Are not we, once our slave fires are lit, the most helpless and needful of the sexes? And yet the men are men. They decide, and we wait. - (Quarry of Gor)