Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 50 | 21 | Is the collar itself not a symbol of this? That she exists for love? So, kneeling, needful, submitted, her own love opened like a flower, she begins to hope that something of her own feelings, so deep, so profound, so overwhelming, might be reciprocated, if only to a tiny extent, by her master. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 50 | 18 | This is not to deny, of course, that many a slave is well aware of her place in a master's heart, even that he might die for her. |
| 50 | 19 | Doubtless neither, neither slave nor master, have planned it so, but so it not unoften comes about. |
| 50 | 20 | Is it so strange? That a slave might love her master, that a master might care for his slave? Might she not, to some extent, have brought this about, perhaps lamentably, by her beauty, her helplessness, her heat, her love, her devotion, her selfless service? Too, is she not, after all, a perfection of a female for a man, a slave, what he most desires and wants, something far beyond what he might obtain from a free woman? In a collar she is, after all, a creature of love. |
| 50 | 21 | Is the collar itself not a symbol of this? That she exists for love? So, kneeling, needful, submitted, her own love opened like a flower, she begins to hope that something of her own feelings, so deep, so profound, so overwhelming, might be reciprocated, if only to a tiny extent, by her master. |
| 50 | 22 | Scarcely had she dared hope for this that night when, to the double stroke of a whip, she was dragged in chains from the auction block. |
| 50 | 23 | And as time passes she begins, fearfully, trying to conceal her joy, to suspect it may be so. |
| 50 | 24 | Has her master not, for example, of late become less patient and more strict with her, as though he might be fighting something within himself, something unwelcome, which he was unwilling to acknowledge? Surely she must now strive to do nothing which might cause him to rid himself of her. |
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This is not to deny, of course, that many a slave is well aware of her place in a master's heart, even that he might die for her.
Doubtless neither, neither slave nor master, have planned it so, but so it not unoften comes about.
Is it so strange? That a slave might love her master, that a master might care for his slave? Might she not, to some extent, have brought this about, perhaps lamentably, by her beauty, her helplessness, her heat, her love, her devotion, her selfless service? Too, is she not, after all, a perfection of a female for a man, a slave, what he most desires and wants, something far beyond what he might obtain from a free woman? In a collar she is, after all, a creature of love.
Is the collar itself not a symbol of this? That she exists for love? So, kneeling, needful, submitted, her own love opened like a flower, she begins to hope that something of her own feelings, so deep, so profound, so overwhelming, might be reciprocated, if only to a tiny extent, by her master.
Scarcely had she dared hope for this that night when, to the double stroke of a whip, she was dragged in chains from the auction block.
And as time passes she begins, fearfully, trying to conceal her joy, to suspect it may be so.
Has her master not, for example, of late become less patient and more strict with her, as though he might be fighting something within himself, something unwelcome, which he was unwilling to acknowledge? Surely she must now strive to do nothing which might cause him to rid himself of her.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 50)