Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 6 | 46 | She loves and serves, and is grateful to have been granted this privilege. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 6 | 43 | So one might then contrast two prides, that of the scornful free woman, richly robed, elevated in society, switch in hand, and that of the timid, frightened creature, perhaps in a rag, a collared animal, who kneels before her. |
| 6 | 44 | The free woman has pride in her status, the slave in her sex, in her holistic fulfilled womanhood. |
| 6 | 45 | One might also note the gratitude of the slave. |
| 6 | 46 | She loves and serves, and is grateful to have been granted this privilege. |
| 6 | 47 | It is not unknown for even free women to kneel before a man, press their lips to his boots, and beg him for his collar, that they may belong to him, as his slave. |
| 6 | 48 | The depth of this need, of this desire, and the profundity of this love, the wholeness of it, the desire to give oneself, to surrender oneself, wholly, to another, is one of the mysterious recurrent songs of nature, its origins perhaps lost or obscure, but its strains familiar amongst her survivors. |
| 6 | 49 | So she rejoices that she is owned, for she has now at last what she has long longed for, a master. |
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So one might then contrast two prides, that of the scornful free woman, richly robed, elevated in society, switch in hand, and that of the timid, frightened creature, perhaps in a rag, a collared animal, who kneels before her.
The free woman has pride in her status, the slave in her sex, in her holistic fulfilled womanhood.
One might also note the gratitude of the slave.
She loves and serves, and is grateful to have been granted this privilege.
It is not unknown for even free women to kneel before a man, press their lips to his boots, and beg him for his collar, that they may belong to him, as his slave.
The depth of this need, of this desire, and the profundity of this love, the wholeness of it, the desire to give oneself, to surrender oneself, wholly, to another, is one of the mysterious recurrent songs of nature, its origins perhaps lost or obscure, but its strains familiar amongst her survivors.
So she rejoices that she is owned, for she has now at last what she has long longed for, a master.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 6)