Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 25 | 123 | To me, that View more quotes about seemed">seemed absurd. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 25 | 120 | I thought it likely she had not recognized me in the private area of the Venna keeping area, some nights ago, for the light of the lantern had fallen full on her face, perhaps half blinding her, not on mine, and not on that of Alcinoë, who stood back, rather out of the light. |
| 25 | 121 | Too, soon in position, she had scarcely dared to do more than stare ahead. |
| 25 | 122 | Some masters do not permit the eyes of the slave to meet theirs, unless commanded to do so, or given permission. |
| 25 | 123 | To me, that seemed absurd. |
| 25 | 124 | Surely one of the pleasures of the mastery is to look directly into the eyes of the slave. |
| 25 | 125 | Are their eyes not often beautiful, brown, blue, hazel, green, so delicate, so soft, so moist? Why should one not in all ways enjoy one's property? And is it not pleasant to hold her face in your hands, and look deeply upon it? Does her lip tremble? Has she committed a fault of which you might be unaware? Is she afraid of your switch? Or are her eyes pleading for the chains and fur? "Look closely upon me," I said. |
| 25 | 126 | I stepped more into the light. |
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I thought it likely she had not recognized me in the private area of the Venna keeping area, some nights ago, for the light of the lantern had fallen full on her face, perhaps half blinding her, not on mine, and not on that of Alcinoë, who stood back, rather out of the light.
Too, soon in position, she had scarcely dared to do more than stare ahead.
Some masters do not permit the eyes of the slave to meet theirs, unless commanded to do so, or given permission.
To me, that seemed absurd.
Surely one of the pleasures of the mastery is to look directly into the eyes of the slave.
Are their eyes not often beautiful, brown, blue, hazel, green, so delicate, so soft, so moist? Why should one not in all ways enjoy one's property? And is it not pleasant to hold her face in your hands, and look deeply upon it? Does her lip tremble? Has she committed a fault of which you might be unaware? Is she afraid of your switch? Or are her eyes pleading for the chains and fur? "Look closely upon me," I said.
I stepped more into the light.
- (Mariners of Gor)