Book 25. (1 results) Magicians of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 270 | Did they really think that the excitingness of a slave could be reduced by such a triviality as the addition of a few horts of material to a tunic? Did they not realize it would still be the single garment she wore, the one piece of cloth she was permitted, and that it would have no nether closure? And even more significantly did they not understand that her true excitingness did not depend on such things as a collar and a particular sort of livery, as telling, and revealing and lovely, as these things were, but on her condition itself, that she was slave? That she was slave, the essence and perfection of the female, was what made her such an extraordinary, special, incomparable object of desire, and that would be so whether she were kneeling in a ta-teera, clad in an evening gown or concealed from head to toe in the dark haik of the Tahari, peeping out through a tiny screen of black lace. |
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Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 267 | I continued to regard her. |
| 20 | 268 | She would be fetching, indeed, in that tunic. |
| 20 | 269 | The Cosians, I thought, had to some extent miscalculated. |
| 20 | 270 | Did they really think that the excitingness of a slave could be reduced by such a triviality as the addition of a few horts of material to a tunic? Did they not realize it would still be the single garment she wore, the one piece of cloth she was permitted, and that it would have no nether closure? And even more significantly did they not understand that her true excitingness did not depend on such things as a collar and a particular sort of livery, as telling, and revealing and lovely, as these things were, but on her condition itself, that she was slave? That she was slave, the essence and perfection of the female, was what made her such an extraordinary, special, incomparable object of desire, and that would be so whether she were kneeling in a ta-teera, clad in an evening gown or concealed from head to toe in the dark haik of the Tahari, peeping out through a tiny screen of black lace. |
| 20 | 271 | I then, in a moment, took back the garment, and dropped it to the side, where Phoebe had been working, near the small sewing basket there. |
| 20 | 272 | I indicated that the slave might kneel and she did, her hands on her thighs, her knees in the appropriate position. |
| 20 | 273 | Phoebe was now gasping at one side of the room. |
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I continued to regard her.
She would be fetching, indeed, in that tunic.
The Cosians, I thought, had to some extent miscalculated.
Did they really think that the excitingness of a slave could be reduced by such a triviality as the addition of a few horts of material to a tunic? Did they not realize it would still be the single garment she wore, the one piece of cloth she was permitted, and that it would have no nether closure? And even more significantly did they not understand that her true excitingness did not depend on such things as a collar and a particular sort of livery, as telling, and revealing and lovely, as these things were, but on her condition itself, that she was slave? That she was slave, the essence and perfection of the female, was what made her such an extraordinary, special, incomparable object of desire, and that would be so whether she were kneeling in a ta-teera, clad in an evening gown or concealed from head to toe in the dark haik of the Tahari, peeping out through a tiny screen of black lace.
I then, in a moment, took back the garment, and dropped it to the side, where Phoebe had been working, near the small sewing basket there.
I indicated that the slave might kneel and she did, her hands on her thighs, her knees in the appropriate position.
Phoebe was now gasping at one side of the room.
- (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 20)