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Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)

Speaking under conditions of imposed silence, of course, even so much as a word, is a cause for discipline. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #346)
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17 346 Speaking under conditions of imposed silence, of course, even so much as a word, is a cause for discipline.

Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 343 In such a case, most commonly, her master has her hands free to please and serve, but need not, unless he wishes, hear her speak.
17 344 The same effect, of course, may be achieved by an ordinary gag which she is forbidden to remove, or even the gagging "by her master's will," in which she is informed that she is not to speak, unless given permission.
17 345 And indeed, in such a case, she may not even ask for such permission verbally, as is usually permitted to her.
17 346 Speaking under conditions of imposed silence, of course, even so much as a word, is a cause for discipline.
17 347 With some difficulty I attained the surface of the raft and, with my manacled hands, tied at my waist, bending down, bit by bit, drew up the harness behind me.
17 348 I refrained from crying out, stung.
17 349 My hands manacled before me I managed to free the harness from the raft.
In such a case, most commonly, her master has her hands free to please and serve, but need not, unless he wishes, hear her speak. The same effect, of course, may be achieved by an ordinary gag which she is forbidden to remove, or even the gagging "by her master's will," in which she is informed that she is not to speak, unless given permission. And indeed, in such a case, she may not even ask for such permission verbally, as is usually permitted to her. Speaking under conditions of imposed silence, of course, even so much as a word, is a cause for discipline. With some difficulty I attained the surface of the raft and, with my manacled hands, tied at my waist, bending down, bit by bit, drew up the harness behind me. I refrained from crying out, stung. My hands manacled before me I managed to free the harness from the raft. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 17)