Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
3
27
For years I have wanted to be at the feet of men, to kneel naked, collared, subservient and submitted, before them, to put my head down and lick and kiss their feet, to be bound at their pleasure, to squirm helplessly in their grasp, to serve them in all ways, instantly and unquestioningly, to be commanded, to be owned, to be mastered.
For years I have wanted to be at the feet of men, to kneel naked, collared, subservient and submitted, before them, to put my head down and lick and kiss their feet, to be bound at their pleasure, to squirm helplessly in their grasp, to serve them in all ways, instantly and unquestioningly, to be commanded, to be owned, to be mastered.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #27)
Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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3
24
How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself.
3
25
Perhaps, perhaps not.
3
26
But I will, at last, speak.
3
27
For years I have wanted to be at the feet of men, to kneel naked, collared, subservient and submitted, before them, to put my head down and lick and kiss their feet, to be bound at their pleasure, to squirm helplessly in their grasp, to serve them in all ways, instantly and unquestioningly, to be commanded, to be owned, to be mastered.
3
28
The mark is placed high on the left leg, on the thigh, just beneath the hip.
3
29
I have also been fastened, from time to time, in a variety of collars.
3
30
My mark is the cursive kef, the common kajira mark, worn by most slaves.
How pathological the world from which I have been derived! How many extend the hand of welcome, a knife clenched behind the back! How is one to judge what brings about happiness, other than by the test of living, that of life consequences? I wonder if I speak only for myself.
Perhaps, perhaps not.
But I will, at last, speak.
For years I have wanted to be at the feet of men, to kneel naked, collared, subservient and submitted, before them, to put my head down and lick and kiss their feet, to be bound at their pleasure, to squirm helplessly in their grasp, to serve them in all ways, instantly and unquestioningly, to be commanded, to be owned, to be mastered.
The mark is placed high on the left leg, on the thigh, just beneath the hip.
I have also been fastened, from time to time, in a variety of collars.
My mark is the cursive kef, the common kajira mark, worn by most slaves.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 3)