Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 45 | We long for our love master; might he not then, in some sense, long for his love slave? To be sure, he must not then be weak with us! Let him treat us as more of a slave than ever. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 20 | 42 | It is hard to sustain the despotic depredations lengthily imposed on her, the exploitations which she must frequently and helplessly endure, without crying herself subdued, conquered, and submitted, as she longs to be, and begging for yet more, another intimacy, another caress, another ecstasy. |
| 20 | 43 | How innocently and hopefully we crawl to the feet of our masters! The well-owned slave is the most content, and happiest, of women, the most sexual, and utterly female of women. |
| 20 | 44 | How tragic then that so frequently she dares not confess her love for her master, but must conceal it, to her misery, in the depths of her heart. |
| 20 | 45 | We long for our love master; might he not then, in some sense, long for his love slave? To be sure, he must not then be weak with us! Let him treat us as more of a slave than ever. |
| 20 | 46 | It is what we want to be, his slave, for we are females. |
| 20 | 47 | Before he had joined Astrinax and the Lady Bina by the wagon box, he in whose care I was, Desmond of Harfax, had passed me. |
| 20 | 48 | "Tal, Master," I had said to him, my head down, not looking up from my work. |
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It is hard to sustain the despotic depredations lengthily imposed on her, the exploitations which she must frequently and helplessly endure, without crying herself subdued, conquered, and submitted, as she longs to be, and begging for yet more, another intimacy, another caress, another ecstasy.
How innocently and hopefully we crawl to the feet of our masters! The well-owned slave is the most content, and happiest, of women, the most sexual, and utterly female of women.
How tragic then that so frequently she dares not confess her love for her master, but must conceal it, to her misery, in the depths of her heart.
We long for our love master; might he not then, in some sense, long for his love slave? To be sure, he must not then be weak with us! Let him treat us as more of a slave than ever.
It is what we want to be, his slave, for we are females.
Before he had joined Astrinax and the Lady Bina by the wagon box, he in whose care I was, Desmond of Harfax, had passed me.
"Tal, Master," I had said to him, my head down, not looking up from my work.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 20)