Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 545 | And you, beauty, reading this, consider yourself such: Stripped, back-braceleted, your feet in the dust, a chain on your neck, chained to a man's stirrup, at his mercy. |
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 542 | The allusion, of course, was to a perhaps somewhat ostentatious custom, that of displaying beautiful slaves, chained naked to one's stirrup. |
| 3 | 543 | There is perhaps a certain vanity in this, but they are beautiful there, and I suspect, we have all known women whom we would not have minded putting in such a place, women who would quite appropriately occupy such a place, and indeed, would look very well there. |
| 3 | 544 | One of the pleasures of Gor, incidentally, is treating women in such ways, as they should be treated, as they deserve. |
| 3 | 545 | And you, beauty, reading this, consider yourself such: Stripped, back-braceleted, your feet in the dust, a chain on your neck, chained to a man's stirrup, at his mercy. |
| 3 | 546 | You stand there, naked. |
| 3 | 547 | Is the sun hot? Can you feel the snug clasp of slave bracelets, holding your small wrists behind your back? Of course you can. |
| 3 | 548 | Are you thirsty, and hungry? Perhaps. |
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The allusion, of course, was to a perhaps somewhat ostentatious custom, that of displaying beautiful slaves, chained naked to one's stirrup.
There is perhaps a certain vanity in this, but they are beautiful there, and I suspect, we have all known women whom we would not have minded putting in such a place, women who would quite appropriately occupy such a place, and indeed, would look very well there.
One of the pleasures of Gor, incidentally, is treating women in such ways, as they should be treated, as they deserve.
And you, beauty, reading this, consider yourself such: Stripped, back-braceleted, your feet in the dust, a chain on your neck, chained to a man's stirrup, at his mercy.
You stand there, naked.
Is the sun hot? Can you feel the snug clasp of slave bracelets, holding your small wrists behind your back? Of course you can.
Are you thirsty, and hungry? Perhaps.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 3)