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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

He will then keep me as the slave he wants and as the slave I long to be, worthless but helplessly his, helplessly devoted, helplessly loving. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #383)
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15 383 He will then View more quotes about keep">keep me as the slave he wants and as the slave I long to be, worthless but helplessly his, helplessly devoted, helplessly loving.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 380 "Perhaps, in a way," he said.
15 381 He wants me, she thought.
15 382 He wants me to beg, and then, when I have been so reduced, so humiliated, have so degraded and debased myself, he will be satisfied and keep me for himself.
15 383 He will then keep me as the slave he wants and as the slave I long to be, worthless but helplessly his, helplessly devoted, helplessly loving.
15 384 He will then, this test passed, keep me for himself, put me to his slave ring and own me, completely.
15 385 At his slave ring, chained there by the neck, he will teach me undreamt of dimensions of my collar and begin the fuller mastering of a surrendered, conquered, helpless slave.
15 386 Perhaps, she thought, suddenly, wildly, I could pretend to be his slave; I could merely let him think that he is my master! Could I not keep myself a free woman, though branded, though in my collar? But then she almost choked with the silliness, the absurdity, the meaninglessness of this.
"Perhaps, in a way," he said. He wants me, she thought. He wants me to beg, and then, when I have been so reduced, so humiliated, have so degraded and debased myself, he will be satisfied and keep me for himself. He will then keep me as the slave he wants and as the slave I long to be, worthless but helplessly his, helplessly devoted, helplessly loving. He will then, this test passed, keep me for himself, put me to his slave ring and own me, completely. At his slave ring, chained there by the neck, he will teach me undreamt of dimensions of my collar and begin the fuller mastering of a surrendered, conquered, helpless slave. Perhaps, she thought, suddenly, wildly, I could pretend to be his slave; I could merely let him think that he is my master! Could I not keep myself a free woman, though branded, though in my collar? But then she almost choked with the silliness, the absurdity, the meaninglessness of this. - (Prize of Gor)