Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 1481 | "To my mat," she said, "to be chained there! Does that please you?" "It is my impression," I said, "that free women not only despise slaves, but, being women, often envy them. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 1478 | "To taunt men," she snapped, "to make them miserable, to let them see what they could not have!" "Most," I said, "might have afforded forty copper tarsks". |
| 3 | 1479 | "I must return," she said. |
| 3 | 1480 | "To your kennel?" I inquired. |
| 3 | 1481 | "To my mat," she said, "to be chained there! Does that please you?" "It is my impression," I said, "that free women not only despise slaves, but, being women, often envy them. |
| 3 | 1482 | What woman would not wish to be excitingly garbed, to be not only permitted, but to have no choice but to publicly exhibit her beauty? What woman would not wish to escape the inhibitions, the social demands, the conventions and pressures, the robes, veils, and proprieties which so control and confine them? What woman would not wish to realize that she is stunningly attractive to men, that she is the object of mighty male desire? What woman truly believes that she is the same as a man? What woman does not wish to kneel naked, collared, before her master, the joyful, waiting, hopeful instrument and vessel of his pleasure? Surely you have wondered, if only in rage, at the radiance, the joy, the fulfillment, the freedom, the paradoxical happiness, of the female slave". |
| 3 | 1483 | "Let me go!" she begged. |
| 3 | 1484 | "So in your supposed carelessness, that having to do with your veiling," I said, "I see more than the cruel delight of an ignoble and petty woman, little more than a she-sleen, protected by the transitory artificiality of station, to torment men. |
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"To taunt men," she snapped, "to make them miserable, to let them see what they could not have!" "Most," I said, "might have afforded forty copper tarsks".
"I must return," she said.
"To your kennel?" I inquired.
"To my mat," she said, "to be chained there! Does that please you?" "It is my impression," I said, "that free women not only despise slaves, but, being women, often envy them.
What woman would not wish to be excitingly garbed, to be not only permitted, but to have no choice but to publicly exhibit her beauty? What woman would not wish to escape the inhibitions, the social demands, the conventions and pressures, the robes, veils, and proprieties which so control and confine them? What woman would not wish to realize that she is stunningly attractive to men, that she is the object of mighty male desire? What woman truly believes that she is the same as a man? What woman does not wish to kneel naked, collared, before her master, the joyful, waiting, hopeful instrument and vessel of his pleasure? Surely you have wondered, if only in rage, at the radiance, the joy, the fulfillment, the freedom, the paradoxical happiness, of the female slave".
"Let me go!" she begged.
"So in your supposed carelessness, that having to do with your veiling," I said, "I see more than the cruel delight of an ignoble and petty woman, little more than a she-sleen, protected by the transitory artificiality of station, to torment men.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3)