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Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)

How beautiful it was! How well it marked me! It was my brand. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #203)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
8 203 How beautiful it was! How well it marked me! It was my brand.

Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
8 200 No collar was there! Madly, feverishly, I pulled up the skirt of the tiny brown tunic, to bare my left leg to the waist.
8 201 Yes! Yes! Yes! There it was, the tiny, lovely mark, incised into my thigh, just below the hip.
8 202 I wore it, in my body! It marked me! There was no mistaking that small, beautiful sign.
8 203 How beautiful it was! How well it marked me! It was my brand.
8 204 It was truly there! I had been branded! I again went to all fours, shaking, almost collapsing, now laughing, now weeping! I was overcome with elation, with joy, with relief.
8 205 These emotions, from the depths of me, burst upward, like light and lava, like the throwing open of shades and the risings of suns, like floods, like tides, like treasures, like hurricanes, like fire, powerful, irresistible, precious! No longer did I suffer the sense of loss.
8 206 No longer was I isolated, or wandering alone, apart from myself, not knowing myself, lost from myself.
No collar was there! Madly, feverishly, I pulled up the skirt of the tiny brown tunic, to bare my left leg to the waist. Yes! Yes! Yes! There it was, the tiny, lovely mark, incised into my thigh, just below the hip. I wore it, in my body! It marked me! There was no mistaking that small, beautiful sign. How beautiful it was! How well it marked me! It was my brand. It was truly there! I had been branded! I again went to all fours, shaking, almost collapsing, now laughing, now weeping! I was overcome with elation, with joy, with relief. These emotions, from the depths of me, burst upward, like light and lava, like the throwing open of shades and the risings of suns, like floods, like tides, like treasures, like hurricanes, like fire, powerful, irresistible, precious! No longer did I suffer the sense of loss. No longer was I isolated, or wandering alone, apart from myself, not knowing myself, lost from myself. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 8)