Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
13
808
Had I not considered it in countless thoughts? Had I not worn it in a thousand dreams? To be sure, it doubtless had many meanings, rich and complex, subtle and deep, which only gradually, bit by bit, as they were revealed to me, I might come to understand, and love.
Had I not considered it in countless thoughts? Had I not worn it in a thousand dreams? To be sure, it doubtless had many meanings, rich and complex, subtle and deep, which only gradually, bit by bit, as they were revealed to me, I might come to understand, and love.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #808)
Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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13
805
But I did not think that I was really a stranger to the collar.
13
806
I had, I was confident, as all women, an instinctive grasp of its import.
13
807
I felt that I had, thus, in a sense, understood it even before it was on me.
13
808
Had I not considered it in countless thoughts? Had I not worn it in a thousand dreams? To be sure, it doubtless had many meanings, rich and complex, subtle and deep, which only gradually, bit by bit, as they were revealed to me, I might come to understand, and love.
13
809
"Perhaps, Master," said the slave who had borne the torch, "as she is a new slave, and did not know better, one might, this time, omit her punishment".
13
810
There was a silence.
13
811
"Forgive me, Master!" she said, and knelt, her head to the stones, her beautiful hair upon them.
But I did not think that I was really a stranger to the collar.
I had, I was confident, as all women, an instinctive grasp of its import.
I felt that I had, thus, in a sense, understood it even before it was on me.
Had I not considered it in countless thoughts? Had I not worn it in a thousand dreams? To be sure, it doubtless had many meanings, rich and complex, subtle and deep, which only gradually, bit by bit, as they were revealed to me, I might come to understand, and love.
"Perhaps, Master," said the slave who had borne the torch, "as she is a new slave, and did not know better, one might, this time, omit her punishment".
There was a silence.
"Forgive me, Master!" she said, and knelt, her head to the stones, her beautiful hair upon them.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13)