Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
28
126
"But even if I were a free woman the love I feel for you would make me your helpless slave! But I am not free, but am a true slave, and belong in the totality of my being to my master! There can be no greater love than the love of a loving slave!" He was silent.
"But even if I were a free woman the love I feel for you would make me your helpless slave! But I am not free, but am a true slave, and belong in the totality of my being to my master! There can be no greater love than the love of a loving slave!" He was silent.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #126)
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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Quote
28
123
"I love you, Master," she whispered.
28
124
"As a slave loves?" he asked.
28
125
"Yes, Master," she said.
28
126
"But even if I were a free woman the love I feel for you would make me your helpless slave! But I am not free, but am a true slave, and belong in the totality of my being to my master! There can be no greater love than the love of a loving slave!" He was silent.
28
127
"Use me," she begged.
28
128
"No," he said.
28
129
"Use me in any way you please, as is your right, Master! Use me with rudeness, with brutality, if you wish! Claim me with the whip, teaching me my bondage, should it be your pleasure! But see me, look at me, hear me! Let your fingers stray but idly to my hair.
"I love you, Master," she whispered.
"As a slave loves?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"But even if I were a free woman the love I feel for you would make me your helpless slave! But I am not free, but am a true slave, and belong in the totality of my being to my master! There can be no greater love than the love of a loving slave!" He was silent.
"Use me," she begged.
"No," he said.
"Use me in any way you please, as is your right, Master! Use me with rudeness, with brutality, if you wish! Claim me with the whip, teaching me my bondage, should it be your pleasure! But see me, look at me, hear me! Let your fingers stray but idly to my hair.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28)