Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 259 | How I, and my kind, hated slaves, women in their fitting place in nature, who, in radiance, and contentment, so joyful, were fulfilled by masters! How we envied those degraded, pathetic, despicable things in their tiny tunics, their bodies so bared, and collars, so unslippable, so closely encircling their throats, their thighs marked, as the animals they were, that all would recognize them as the properties of men. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 256 | How I thought I hated them, while I really wanted to be put in their chains. |
| 20 | 257 | I used my sex, as I could, bestowing cordialities, hinting at favors, to influence men who, entrapped in the conventions of the cities, refrained from tearing away my veils and robes and putting me, as I deserved, in the bracelets of a slave. |
| 20 | 258 | How natural then that they should seek the beauties of the paga taverns, that they should raid far cities to bring back women, much as I, naked, in coffles. |
| 20 | 259 | How I, and my kind, hated slaves, women in their fitting place in nature, who, in radiance, and contentment, so joyful, were fulfilled by masters! How we envied those degraded, pathetic, despicable things in their tiny tunics, their bodies so bared, and collars, so unslippable, so closely encircling their throats, their thighs marked, as the animals they were, that all would recognize them as the properties of men. |
| 20 | 260 | How cruel I was to my own slaves, making them suffer in proxy for my own self-hatred. |
| 20 | 261 | How I kept them from men, that they might howl in anguish, and know something of my own unhappiness and deprivation. |
| 20 | 262 | Then, to my horror, I found myself in a collar! How I fought the slave in me, until I met a man whose feet I yearned to kiss". |
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How I thought I hated them, while I really wanted to be put in their chains.
I used my sex, as I could, bestowing cordialities, hinting at favors, to influence men who, entrapped in the conventions of the cities, refrained from tearing away my veils and robes and putting me, as I deserved, in the bracelets of a slave.
How natural then that they should seek the beauties of the paga taverns, that they should raid far cities to bring back women, much as I, naked, in coffles.
How I, and my kind, hated slaves, women in their fitting place in nature, who, in radiance, and contentment, so joyful, were fulfilled by masters! How we envied those degraded, pathetic, despicable things in their tiny tunics, their bodies so bared, and collars, so unslippable, so closely encircling their throats, their thighs marked, as the animals they were, that all would recognize them as the properties of men.
How cruel I was to my own slaves, making them suffer in proxy for my own self-hatred.
How I kept them from men, that they might howl in anguish, and know something of my own unhappiness and deprivation.
Then, to my horror, I found myself in a collar! How I fought the slave in me, until I met a man whose feet I yearned to kiss".
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 20)