Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 13 | 888 | How View more quotes about absurd">absurd then suddenly seemed my earlier fear, when he had put me to my back! By what right might I have expected such a dignity! But how absurd even was this thought, for a slave! Is it likely that we would be thrown on our backs for our dignity? No. |
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Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 13 | 885 | "Oh!" I said. |
| 13 | 886 | His grip on me then was like iron. |
| 13 | 887 | "Master!" I said. |
| 13 | 888 | How absurd then suddenly seemed my earlier fear, when he had put me to my back! By what right might I have expected such a dignity! But how absurd even was this thought, for a slave! Is it likely that we would be thrown on our backs for our dignity? No. |
| 13 | 889 | Slaves are not permitted dignity. |
| 13 | 890 | That is for free women. |
| 13 | 891 | Rather, on our backs, if our masters desire, our subtlest nuances of expression, our helplessness, our fear, our joy, our yielding, our vulnerability, what we hope for, what we beg for, may be read! They may with their triumphant gaze ravish our helplessly bared features, surveying the myriad subtleties of our flushed countenances, taking account of our tremblings, our raptures and terrors, scrutinizing us in our misery, our ecstasy and helplessness, delighting in our tumult, we face-stripped, unveiled, before them, imprisoned in their arms, their slaves. |
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"Oh!" I said.
His grip on me then was like iron.
"Master!" I said.
How absurd then suddenly seemed my earlier fear, when he had put me to my back! By what right might I have expected such a dignity! But how absurd even was this thought, for a slave! Is it likely that we would be thrown on our backs for our dignity? No.
Slaves are not permitted dignity.
That is for free women.
Rather, on our backs, if our masters desire, our subtlest nuances of expression, our helplessness, our fear, our joy, our yielding, our vulnerability, what we hope for, what we beg for, may be read! They may with their triumphant gaze ravish our helplessly bared features, surveying the myriad subtleties of our flushed countenances, taking account of our tremblings, our raptures and terrors, scrutinizing us in our misery, our ecstasy and helplessness, delighting in our tumult, we face-stripped, unveiled, before them, imprisoned in their arms, their slaves.
- (Witness of Gor)