Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 652 | It was there, visible, locked, even when I might be up and about the camp, being summoned, fetching and carrying, cleaning, laundering, ironing, digging roots, picking berries, tidying, being about whatever duties might be given me. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 649 | Clearly there was no mistaking that. |
| 15 | 650 | I wore a heavy metal collar, to which was attached a chain, fixed to a stout ring, anchored at the side of my mat. |
| 15 | 651 | Beneath that collar was a light, close-fitting metal collar. |
| 15 | 652 | It was there, visible, locked, even when I might be up and about the camp, being summoned, fetching and carrying, cleaning, laundering, ironing, digging roots, picking berries, tidying, being about whatever duties might be given me. |
| 15 | 653 | And there would be the tunic, so exciting to men, in which I felt so exposed, and so vulnerable! Well was I displayed for their perusal! I scratched at the mat, tears in my eyes. |
| 15 | 654 | And how exciting were such things to me, as well, the mark, the collar, the tunic! How right they seemed to me! How female I felt, marked, collared, and tunicked, how much then a distinctive, lovely part of nature, so different from men! How could I have felt more woman? And how thrilled I was, so set forth. |
| 15 | 655 | Never on my world had I felt so female, so woman! Here I was what I was, at last, gladly, rightfully, woman, owned, helpless, slave! No, I thought, no! I must escape. |
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Clearly there was no mistaking that.
I wore a heavy metal collar, to which was attached a chain, fixed to a stout ring, anchored at the side of my mat.
Beneath that collar was a light, close-fitting metal collar.
It was there, visible, locked, even when I might be up and about the camp, being summoned, fetching and carrying, cleaning, laundering, ironing, digging roots, picking berries, tidying, being about whatever duties might be given me.
And there would be the tunic, so exciting to men, in which I felt so exposed, and so vulnerable! Well was I displayed for their perusal! I scratched at the mat, tears in my eyes.
And how exciting were such things to me, as well, the mark, the collar, the tunic! How right they seemed to me! How female I felt, marked, collared, and tunicked, how much then a distinctive, lovely part of nature, so different from men! How could I have felt more woman? And how thrilled I was, so set forth.
Never on my world had I felt so female, so woman! Here I was what I was, at last, gladly, rightfully, woman, owned, helpless, slave! No, I thought, no! I must escape.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15)