Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 25 | 1891 | She put View more quotes about down">down her head, as she had doubtless been taught, in submission. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 25 | 1888 | Did she really think that there were not millions upon millions of men on Earth who would not desire to have her so in their power, who would not relish seeing her in a slave collar, who would not delight in seeing her at their feet, who would not rejoice to sip and savor the wines of her bondage, who would not wish to avail themselves of the renewable fruits from her lovely orchard, who would not enjoy having her harnessed to their cart? Rather let her understand herself as the natural quarry of the hunter, the fit booty of the corsair, the warrior's reward, the conqueror's prize, the master's slave, nature's gift to the male. |
| 25 | 1889 | Let her dispute this matter, if she would, not with men, but with nature. |
| 25 | 1890 | In a moment she had returned and knelt before me. |
| 25 | 1891 | She put down her head, as she had doubtless been taught, in submission. |
| 25 | 1892 | She then, lifting and extending her arms, her head still humbly down between them, lifted her hands to me. |
| 25 | 1893 | The backs of the wrists faced me. |
| 25 | 1894 | This was rather as in several common submission ceremonies. |
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Did she really think that there were not millions upon millions of men on Earth who would not desire to have her so in their power, who would not relish seeing her in a slave collar, who would not delight in seeing her at their feet, who would not rejoice to sip and savor the wines of her bondage, who would not wish to avail themselves of the renewable fruits from her lovely orchard, who would not enjoy having her harnessed to their cart? Rather let her understand herself as the natural quarry of the hunter, the fit booty of the corsair, the warrior's reward, the conqueror's prize, the master's slave, nature's gift to the male.
Let her dispute this matter, if she would, not with men, but with nature.
In a moment she had returned and knelt before me.
She put down her head, as she had doubtless been taught, in submission.
She then, lifting and extending her arms, her head still humbly down between them, lifted her hands to me.
The backs of the wrists faced me.
This was rather as in several common submission ceremonies.
- (Mercenaries of Gor)