Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 1015 | View more quotes about several">Several times it had been he who, it seemed in anger, had elected to "walk me". |
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Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 1012 | If nothing like that is provided one waits, or, if permitted, uses the back right-hand corner of the enclosure, as one faces the rear of the enclosure. |
| 8 | 1013 | One of the early lessons one learns in the pens is that one is not permitted dignity or privacy. |
| 8 | 1014 | I recalled the guard from the pen who had been, for some reason, unlike the others, so cruel to me, he whose whip I had first kissed. |
| 8 | 1015 | Several times it had been he who, it seemed in anger, had elected to "walk me". |
| 8 | 1016 | Several times I must squat at the drains and relieve myself before him. |
| 8 | 1017 | Though I was a slave I found this shameful, and embarrassing. |
| 8 | 1018 | Not before him, of all, he who was so precious and special to me, he who figured in my most helplessly lascivious and submissive dreams, he whose whip I had first kissed on this rude, beautiful world! Why did he hate me so? Why did he make me do this? Why did he wish to so grievously shame and humiliate me? Is this how he wanted to think of me, or remember me, as a foul, pathetic, meaningless little animal relieving herself upon command before him? One cleans oneself, if permitted to do so, and this permission, because of hygienic considerations is seldom, if ever, denied, with what might be available. |
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If nothing like that is provided one waits, or, if permitted, uses the back right-hand corner of the enclosure, as one faces the rear of the enclosure.
One of the early lessons one learns in the pens is that one is not permitted dignity or privacy.
I recalled the guard from the pen who had been, for some reason, unlike the others, so cruel to me, he whose whip I had first kissed.
Several times it had been he who, it seemed in anger, had elected to "walk me".
Several times I must squat at the drains and relieve myself before him.
Though I was a slave I found this shameful, and embarrassing.
Not before him, of all, he who was so precious and special to me, he who figured in my most helplessly lascivious and submissive dreams, he whose whip I had first kissed on this rude, beautiful world! Why did he hate me so? Why did he make me do this? Why did he wish to so grievously shame and humiliate me? Is this how he wanted to think of me, or remember me, as a foul, pathetic, meaningless little animal relieving herself upon command before him? One cleans oneself, if permitted to do so, and this permission, because of hygienic considerations is seldom, if ever, denied, with what might be available.
- (Witness of Gor)