Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 354 | "117, View more quotes about master">Master," Ellen responded. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 351 | Why should I not care about them? Why should I not, too, be vain? Yes, I am vain! I have the vanity of a female slave, who exists only for men! I do not care! I do not object! And I love it! I love it! I love it! This settled in her mind, and kissing the bracelets on her wrists, holding her to the upright bar, she laughed, and was pleased with this understanding. |
| 22 | 352 | Layers of guilt, falsity and hypocrisy fell from her, like a weighty, obsolescent armor, dried, useless scales shed when no longer needed. |
| 22 | 353 | "What is your lot number, little tasta, little vulo?" called another man. |
| 22 | 354 | "117, Master," Ellen responded. |
| 22 | 355 | "Yes," she admitted to herself, "I am a vain slave. |
| 22 | 356 | And I am exquisite, I think, and I am beautiful, I think. |
| 22 | 357 | Or perhaps so! And in any event I love being owned and I love being a slave!" But then she remembered men and their whips and was afraid, very afraid. |
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Why should I not care about them? Why should I not, too, be vain? Yes, I am vain! I have the vanity of a female slave, who exists only for men! I do not care! I do not object! And I love it! I love it! I love it! This settled in her mind, and kissing the bracelets on her wrists, holding her to the upright bar, she laughed, and was pleased with this understanding.
Layers of guilt, falsity and hypocrisy fell from her, like a weighty, obsolescent armor, dried, useless scales shed when no longer needed.
"What is your lot number, little tasta, little vulo?" called another man.
"117, Master," Ellen responded.
"Yes," she admitted to herself, "I am a vain slave.
And I am exquisite, I think, and I am beautiful, I think.
Or perhaps so! And in any event I love being owned and I love being a slave!" But then she remembered men and their whips and was afraid, very afraid.
- (Prize of Gor)