Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 10 | How glorious it is to be in the arms of a Gorean male, and as a slave! How I pity the poor free women, lacking a collar. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 7 | It is a simple dyadic relationship, that of master and slave. |
| 12 | 8 | We see ourselves and understand ourselves in terms of that relationship, just as we are so seen and so understood by free men. |
| 12 | 9 | I think this must be the natural relationship of the male and the female, for the men seem so healthy and vital, and I, at least, have never felt so alive, so real, so meaningful, and vital as in a collar. |
| 12 | 10 | How glorious it is to be in the arms of a Gorean male, and as a slave! How I pity the poor free women, lacking a collar. |
| 12 | 11 | No wonder they so envy and hate us. |
| 12 | 12 | And no wonder we so fear them! Returning to my story, I had been so certain of my view of the men of Earth that I had assumed that Addison Steele was no different from so many others I had known on my former world; I had approached him on the Thieves' Way South as though he might be a typical man of Earth, concerned, weak, pathetic, and manipulable, and how terrified I had been when I found myself on my feet, before the fierce gaze of a Gorean master. |
| 12 | 13 | How quickly, trembling, reprimanded, I had gone to my knees before him, my head down, my lips to his feet! What a fool I had been! I had even dared to address him not as 'Master' but by his name, the name of a free man, putting that name on a slave's lips, an effrontery bordering on insolence or explicit disobedience! How stern he had been with me, yet so lenient, in a way, for I had not even been lashed. |
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It is a simple dyadic relationship, that of master and slave.
We see ourselves and understand ourselves in terms of that relationship, just as we are so seen and so understood by free men.
I think this must be the natural relationship of the male and the female, for the men seem so healthy and vital, and I, at least, have never felt so alive, so real, so meaningful, and vital as in a collar.
How glorious it is to be in the arms of a Gorean male, and as a slave! How I pity the poor free women, lacking a collar.
No wonder they so envy and hate us.
And no wonder we so fear them! Returning to my story, I had been so certain of my view of the men of Earth that I had assumed that Addison Steele was no different from so many others I had known on my former world; I had approached him on the Thieves' Way South as though he might be a typical man of Earth, concerned, weak, pathetic, and manipulable, and how terrified I had been when I found myself on my feet, before the fierce gaze of a Gorean master.
How quickly, trembling, reprimanded, I had gone to my knees before him, my head down, my lips to his feet! What a fool I had been! I had even dared to address him not as 'Master' but by his name, the name of a free man, putting that name on a slave's lips, an effrontery bordering on insolence or explicit disobedience! How stern he had been with me, yet so lenient, in a way, for I had not even been lashed.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 12)