Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
13
117
Had he wondered what she would look like, long ago, when she was his teacher, she wondered, if she were to so dance before him, barefoot, in a bit of swirling silk, in necklaces and coins, in armlets, with bracelets on her wrists and bangles on her ankles, to the flash of ringing zills, summoned, commanded, fearful, begging to please, his.
Had he wondered what she would look like, long ago, when she was his teacher, she wondered, if she were to so dance before him, barefoot, in a bit of swirling silk, in necklaces and coins, in armlets, with bracelets on her wrists and bangles on her ankles, to the flash of ringing zills, summoned, commanded, fearful, begging to please, his.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #117)
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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Quote
13
114
"We will teach you a little," had said one of her instructrices.
13
115
"Hopefully you will then be able to survive at least the first night at a master's slave ring".
13
116
Ellen wondered if Mirus, her master, would be pleased, if she were to dance before him as a slave.
13
117
Had he wondered what she would look like, long ago, when she was his teacher, she wondered, if she were to so dance before him, barefoot, in a bit of swirling silk, in necklaces and coins, in armlets, with bracelets on her wrists and bangles on her ankles, to the flash of ringing zills, summoned, commanded, fearful, begging to please, his.
13
118
Had she hinted at that, or her slaveness, when she had worn the two small bracelets? Perhaps, she thought.
13
119
I would like to dance before masters, she thought.
13
120
It is my hope that I would please them.
"We will teach you a little," had said one of her instructrices.
"Hopefully you will then be able to survive at least the first night at a master's slave ring".
Ellen wondered if Mirus, her master, would be pleased, if she were to dance before him as a slave.
Had he wondered what she would look like, long ago, when she was his teacher, she wondered, if she were to so dance before him, barefoot, in a bit of swirling silk, in necklaces and coins, in armlets, with bracelets on her wrists and bangles on her ankles, to the flash of ringing zills, summoned, commanded, fearful, begging to please, his.
Had she hinted at that, or her slaveness, when she had worn the two small bracelets? Perhaps, she thought.
I would like to dance before masters, she thought.
It is my hope that I would please them.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13)