Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 37 | 1104 | "Now," said Callias to the kneeling girl, bent over, her head down to the floor, "to your belly, and wriggle across the floor, to your master, and then put your head down, and lick and kiss his feet, until you are permitted to stop". |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 37 | 1101 | How beautiful she was, so before me. |
| 37 | 1102 | "Step back," said Callias to me. |
| 37 | 1103 | I moved back, a few feet, across the floor. |
| 37 | 1104 | "Now," said Callias to the kneeling girl, bent over, her head down to the floor, "to your belly, and wriggle across the floor, to your master, and then put your head down, and lick and kiss his feet, until you are permitted to stop". |
| 37 | 1105 | I stood back, and watched this dream of pleasure, bit by bit, struggling, approach me, as a bound slave, and then that beautiful dark hair was about my feet, and I felt her lips and tongue, those of this beautiful animal, a slave, my beautiful belonging, caress my feet. |
| 37 | 1106 | There are many gestures of submission. |
| 37 | 1107 | The common submission of a free woman, usually rendered in terror of her life, as amidst the flames of a burning city, is to kneel before the male, and lift her crossed wrists to him, her head bowed between her arms. |
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How beautiful she was, so before me.
"Step back," said Callias to me.
I moved back, a few feet, across the floor.
"Now," said Callias to the kneeling girl, bent over, her head down to the floor, "to your belly, and wriggle across the floor, to your master, and then put your head down, and lick and kiss his feet, until you are permitted to stop".
I stood back, and watched this dream of pleasure, bit by bit, struggling, approach me, as a bound slave, and then that beautiful dark hair was about my feet, and I felt her lips and tongue, those of this beautiful animal, a slave, my beautiful belonging, caress my feet.
There are many gestures of submission.
The common submission of a free woman, usually rendered in terror of her life, as amidst the flames of a burning city, is to kneel before the male, and lift her crossed wrists to him, her head bowed between her arms.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 37)