Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 285 | Even white-silk, I can begin to sense something of what may become of me, how I will be transformed, how helpless I will be in the throes of passion, how I will be so much at a man's mercy, and will beg and cry out in need". |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 282 | Master can well imagine then what it is to be fastened in that of another, one I cannot remove. |
| 20 | 283 | My body, in its collar, is alive, and sexual. |
| 20 | 284 | It tells me I am a woman, a slave, and a sexual being, a woman not her own but one who belongs to another, as a verr or tarsk might belong to another, one at the mercy of the master who may treat her as he wishes, and whom she must strive to please. |
| 20 | 285 | Even white-silk, I can begin to sense something of what may become of me, how I will be transformed, how helpless I will be in the throes of passion, how I will be so much at a man's mercy, and will beg and cry out in need". |
| 20 | 286 | I had occasionally heard, even on the street outside a tavern's door, a girl cry out in relief and gratitude, the sound carrying from behind the leather curtain of an alcove itself. |
| 20 | 287 | "So, I gather," I said, "you love being subject to the whip". |
| 20 | 288 | "Yes," she said, "being subject to it. |
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Master can well imagine then what it is to be fastened in that of another, one I cannot remove.
My body, in its collar, is alive, and sexual.
It tells me I am a woman, a slave, and a sexual being, a woman not her own but one who belongs to another, as a verr or tarsk might belong to another, one at the mercy of the master who may treat her as he wishes, and whom she must strive to please.
Even white-silk, I can begin to sense something of what may become of me, how I will be transformed, how helpless I will be in the throes of passion, how I will be so much at a man's mercy, and will beg and cry out in need".
I had occasionally heard, even on the street outside a tavern's door, a girl cry out in relief and gratitude, the sound carrying from behind the leather curtain of an alcove itself.
"So, I gather," I said, "you love being subject to the whip".
"Yes," she said, "being subject to it.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 20)