Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
18
259
"I kiss your whip, my master," she said, gratefully, continuing to kiss the brutal, uncompromising blades and staff.
"I kiss your whip, my Master," she said, gratefully, continuing to kiss the brutal, uncompromising blades and staff.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #259)
Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
18
256
Was she now to be whipped? The decision, of course, was mine.
18
257
I folded the blades of the whip back against the staff, and held out the staff and blades to her.
18
258
Suddenly, gratefully, tears in her eyes, sobbing, and half gasping and choking with relief, kneeling before me, grasping my calves, her head over my thighs, she covered the whip, that symbol of masculinity, and of the authority of men over her, and specifically of my own authority over her, with kisses.
18
259
"I kiss your whip, my master," she said, gratefully, continuing to kiss the brutal, uncompromising blades and staff.
18
260
"I submit to you a thousand times! Thank you for not whipping me! I am your slave, and I love you!" She then looked up at me, joyfully.
18
261
"I love you, my master," she said.
18
262
"I love you!" Then, joyfully, kneeling before me, she put her left cheek down upon my right thigh.
Was she now to be whipped? The decision, of course, was mine.
I folded the blades of the whip back against the staff, and held out the staff and blades to her.
Suddenly, gratefully, tears in her eyes, sobbing, and half gasping and choking with relief, kneeling before me, grasping my calves, her head over my thighs, she covered the whip, that symbol of masculinity, and of the authority of men over her, and specifically of my own authority over her, with kisses.
"I kiss your whip, my master," she said, gratefully, continuing to kiss the brutal, uncompromising blades and staff.
"I submit to you a thousand times! Thank you for not whipping me! I am your slave, and I love you!" She then looked up at me, joyfully.
"I love you, my master," she said.
"I love you!" Then, joyfully, kneeling before me, she put her left cheek down upon my right thigh.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 18)