Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 477 | What man does not wish to be addressed as "Master" by a beautiful slave, and particularly by one he wishes he owned, one for whom he languishes? And what woman, kneeling before a man whose slave she wishes to be, does not long to call him "Master"? I saw he was unwilling to see her as what she was now, a slave. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 474 | "Very well," he said. |
| 22 | 475 | The former Miss Wentworth, toward whom he entertained such mixed and ambivalent feelings, and intense feelings, kneeling before him in nadu, knees split, back straight, had lifted her head to his, and, tears in her eyes, with trembling lip, as the slave she was, addressed him, appropriately, as "Master". |
| 22 | 476 | I sensed this was one of the most thrilling, disturbing moments in his life, and I sensed that it was one of the most meaningful, and thrilling, moments in her life. |
| 22 | 477 | What man does not wish to be addressed as "Master" by a beautiful slave, and particularly by one he wishes he owned, one for whom he languishes? And what woman, kneeling before a man whose slave she wishes to be, does not long to call him "Master"? I saw he was unwilling to see her as what she was now, a slave. |
| 22 | 478 | "Break position," he said. |
| 22 | 479 | She went to all fours, looking up at him. |
| 22 | 480 | "Why did you have her break position?" I asked, innocently. |
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"Very well," he said.
The former Miss Wentworth, toward whom he entertained such mixed and ambivalent feelings, and intense feelings, kneeling before him in nadu, knees split, back straight, had lifted her head to his, and, tears in her eyes, with trembling lip, as the slave she was, addressed him, appropriately, as "Master".
I sensed this was one of the most thrilling, disturbing moments in his life, and I sensed that it was one of the most meaningful, and thrilling, moments in her life.
What man does not wish to be addressed as "Master" by a beautiful slave, and particularly by one he wishes he owned, one for whom he languishes? And what woman, kneeling before a man whose slave she wishes to be, does not long to call him "Master"? I saw he was unwilling to see her as what she was now, a slave.
"Break position," he said.
She went to all fours, looking up at him.
"Why did you have her break position?" I asked, innocently.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 22)