Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
47
527
How light and lovely, and honest, is the steel of slave bracelets, confining the beauty's hands behind her back, baring her ready, enflamed loveliness unimpeded to the view, and to the kisses and caresses, of a master, compared to the opprobrious, dismal weight of a negativistic culture's concealed, dishonest bonds.
How light and lovely, and honest, is the steel of slave bracelets, confining the beauty's hands behind her back, baring her ready, enflamed loveliness unimpeded to the view, and to the kisses and caresses, of a master, compared to the opprobrious, dismal weight of a negativistic culture's concealed, dishonest bonds.
- (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #527)
Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
47
524
How easily is the guise of the free woman removed from the hiding slave.
47
525
How content is the slave, once liberated from the lonely, cruel, externally imposed prison of the sexually inert, rigid, free woman.
47
526
Surely the most oppressive of chains are those forged by cultures, to keep one apart from oneself.
47
527
How light and lovely, and honest, is the steel of slave bracelets, confining the beauty's hands behind her back, baring her ready, enflamed loveliness unimpeded to the view, and to the kisses and caresses, of a master, compared to the opprobrious, dismal weight of a negativistic culture's concealed, dishonest bonds.
47
528
What woman does not wish to kneel, his, stripped, and leashed and collared, before the master of her dreams? "—and slut," said Hci.
47
529
"No, my captor," she said.
47
530
"You are now totally alone," he said.
How easily is the guise of the free woman removed from the hiding slave.
How content is the slave, once liberated from the lonely, cruel, externally imposed prison of the sexually inert, rigid, free woman.
Surely the most oppressive of chains are those forged by cultures, to keep one apart from oneself.
How light and lovely, and honest, is the steel of slave bracelets, confining the beauty's hands behind her back, baring her ready, enflamed loveliness unimpeded to the view, and to the kisses and caresses, of a master, compared to the opprobrious, dismal weight of a negativistic culture's concealed, dishonest bonds.
What woman does not wish to kneel, his, stripped, and leashed and collared, before the master of her dreams? "—and slut," said Hci.
"No, my captor," she said.
"You are now totally alone," he said.
- (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 47)