Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 938 | "Yes," she said, "that is it—not the pain—but my weakness, and the strength of men, and that I am under their will, and that, if I am not pleasing, I know that he is man enough and powerful enough to put me under harsh discipline, and, should I not be pleasing, will, without a thought, do so". |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 935 | "What thrills you," I said, "is not the whip, not the iron, not pain, but masculine domination. |
| 26 | 936 | It is that to which you, unknown to yourself, are responding. |
| 26 | 937 | What is not important is whether the master whips you or not, but that you know he is fully capable of whipping you, and will, if you are not pleasing". |
| 26 | 938 | "Yes," she said, "that is it—not the pain—but my weakness, and the strength of men, and that I am under their will, and that, if I am not pleasing, I know that he is man enough and powerful enough to put me under harsh discipline, and, should I not be pleasing, will, without a thought, do so". |
| 26 | 939 | "Your body is now hot, Slave Girl," I said. |
| 26 | 940 | "No!" she said. |
| 26 | 941 | I touched her and she writhed in the straw, turning away from me, pulling her legs up. |
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"What thrills you," I said, "is not the whip, not the iron, not pain, but masculine domination.
It is that to which you, unknown to yourself, are responding.
What is not important is whether the master whips you or not, but that you know he is fully capable of whipping you, and will, if you are not pleasing".
"Yes," she said, "that is it—not the pain—but my weakness, and the strength of men, and that I am under their will, and that, if I am not pleasing, I know that he is man enough and powerful enough to put me under harsh discipline, and, should I not be pleasing, will, without a thought, do so".
"Your body is now hot, Slave Girl," I said.
"No!" she said.
I touched her and she writhed in the straw, turning away from me, pulling her legs up.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 26)