Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 597 | Perhaps only the slave has some sense of how she truly appears to men, in all her radiant, vital, vulnerable, feminine appeal, some sense of how men truly see her, some sense of the magnetism, the lightning, the joy, the electricity of human sexuality. |
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Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 594 | I supposed women had some understanding of how beautiful they were. |
| 9 | 595 | Is it not enough to look in a mirror, or glance at one's image in a bowl of water, a still pool? And yet I wondered if many of them understood not only how beautiful they were, but how attractive, how desirable, how exciting, they were. |
| 9 | 596 | Did they ever stop to consider how their beauty, their attractiveness, their desirability, their excitingness, might appear to a male? If they did surely they would find not the least mystery in the slave tunic, shackles, the collar, even the whip. |
| 9 | 597 | Perhaps only the slave has some sense of how she truly appears to men, in all her radiant, vital, vulnerable, feminine appeal, some sense of how men truly see her, some sense of the magnetism, the lightning, the joy, the electricity of human sexuality. |
| 9 | 598 | "Oh," she said, delightedly, suddenly squirming, "Master is strong again!" "Were you given permission to speak?" I said, between gritted teeth. |
| 9 | 599 | "No, Master," she said. |
| 9 | 600 | "Forgive me, Master!" "You have a pretty collar," I said. |
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I supposed women had some understanding of how beautiful they were.
Is it not enough to look in a mirror, or glance at one's image in a bowl of water, a still pool? And yet I wondered if many of them understood not only how beautiful they were, but how attractive, how desirable, how exciting, they were.
Did they ever stop to consider how their beauty, their attractiveness, their desirability, their excitingness, might appear to a male? If they did surely they would find not the least mystery in the slave tunic, shackles, the collar, even the whip.
Perhaps only the slave has some sense of how she truly appears to men, in all her radiant, vital, vulnerable, feminine appeal, some sense of how men truly see her, some sense of the magnetism, the lightning, the joy, the electricity of human sexuality.
"Oh," she said, delightedly, suddenly squirming, "Master is strong again!" "Were you given permission to speak?" I said, between gritted teeth.
"No, Master," she said.
"Forgive me, Master!" "You have a pretty collar," I said.
- (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 9)