Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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8
762
They, too, of course, if were they here, would soon enough hurry to do so! There were the chains, the whips.
They, too, of course, if were they here, would soon enough hurry to do so! There were the chains, the whips.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #762)
Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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8
759
But it was not such women here, of course, that I was concerned with.
8
760
They doubtless had their own world.
8
761
Rather was I concerned with women here who might be such as I! It was those with whom I must compete! How strange, I thought, what I had become! I wondered what my friends, Sandra, and Jean, and Priscilla, and Sally, might have thought if they saw me at a man's feet, clad as I was, tendering there the ministrations of one of my kind.
8
762
They, too, of course, if were they here, would soon enough hurry to do so! There were the chains, the whips.
8
763
But what if they, secure in my old world, locked in that gloom, held within those walls, should see me so? I wondered if they would be startled, or shocked, or scandalized, or dismayed.
8
764
And what if they saw how willingly, how eagerly, how joyfully I did this! But I thought, rather, that they, somehow, if only after a moment or two, beneath the immediate, superficial crusts of their conditioning, on some deep level, would feel something quite different, not shock, not scandal, not dismay, but something genuinely different, perhaps at first even frighteningly so, a tremor of understanding, an unspeakable thrill of recognition.
8
765
I suspected then they would feel envy at the openness, the naturalness, of this, the beauty, the rightness, of it.
But it was not such women here, of course, that I was concerned with.
They doubtless had their own world.
Rather was I concerned with women here who might be such as I! It was those with whom I must compete! How strange, I thought, what I had become! I wondered what my friends, Sandra, and Jean, and Priscilla, and Sally, might have thought if they saw me at a man's feet, clad as I was, tendering there the ministrations of one of my kind.
They, too, of course, if were they here, would soon enough hurry to do so! There were the chains, the whips.
But what if they, secure in my old world, locked in that gloom, held within those walls, should see me so? I wondered if they would be startled, or shocked, or scandalized, or dismayed.
And what if they saw how willingly, how eagerly, how joyfully I did this! But I thought, rather, that they, somehow, if only after a moment or two, beneath the immediate, superficial crusts of their conditioning, on some deep level, would feel something quite different, not shock, not scandal, not dismay, but something genuinely different, perhaps at first even frighteningly so, a tremor of understanding, an unspeakable thrill of recognition.
I suspected then they would feel envy at the openness, the naturalness, of this, the beauty, the rightness, of it.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 8)