Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 13 | How View more quotes about quickly">quickly, trembling, reprimanded, I had gone to my knees before him, my head down, my lips to his feet! What a fool I had been! I had even dared to address him not as 'Master' but by his name, the name of a free man, putting that name on a slave's lips, an effrontery bordering on insolence or explicit disobedience! How stern he had been with me, yet so lenient, in a way, for I had not even been lashed. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 12 | 10 | How glorious it is to be in the arms of a Gorean male, and as a slave! How I pity the poor free women, lacking a collar. |
| 12 | 11 | No wonder they so envy and hate us. |
| 12 | 12 | And no wonder we so fear them! Returning to my story, I had been so certain of my view of the men of Earth that I had assumed that Addison Steele was no different from so many others I had known on my former world; I had approached him on the Thieves' Way South as though he might be a typical man of Earth, concerned, weak, pathetic, and manipulable, and how terrified I had been when I found myself on my feet, before the fierce gaze of a Gorean master. |
| 12 | 13 | How quickly, trembling, reprimanded, I had gone to my knees before him, my head down, my lips to his feet! What a fool I had been! I had even dared to address him not as 'Master' but by his name, the name of a free man, putting that name on a slave's lips, an effrontery bordering on insolence or explicit disobedience! How stern he had been with me, yet so lenient, in a way, for I had not even been lashed. |
| 12 | 14 | Perhaps he had thought that I, a new slave, might not yet be fully in my collar. |
| 12 | 15 | But little did he know how perfectly I was in my collar! Surely that became clear enough in the alcove! How amused he had been to see that the proud, vain, pretentious Margaret Henderson he had so properly disdained, if not despised, on Earth was now no more than a groveling, needful Gorean slave. |
| 12 | 16 | And was it not he who had called me to the attention of slavers, thereby releasing my hidden slave, and giving me to her, she who was myself! I had thought much of Addison Steele since that interlude. |
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How glorious it is to be in the arms of a Gorean male, and as a slave! How I pity the poor free women, lacking a collar.
No wonder they so envy and hate us.
And no wonder we so fear them! Returning to my story, I had been so certain of my view of the men of Earth that I had assumed that Addison Steele was no different from so many others I had known on my former world; I had approached him on the Thieves' Way South as though he might be a typical man of Earth, concerned, weak, pathetic, and manipulable, and how terrified I had been when I found myself on my feet, before the fierce gaze of a Gorean master.
How quickly, trembling, reprimanded, I had gone to my knees before him, my head down, my lips to his feet! What a fool I had been! I had even dared to address him not as 'Master' but by his name, the name of a free man, putting that name on a slave's lips, an effrontery bordering on insolence or explicit disobedience! How stern he had been with me, yet so lenient, in a way, for I had not even been lashed.
Perhaps he had thought that I, a new slave, might not yet be fully in my collar.
But little did he know how perfectly I was in my collar! Surely that became clear enough in the alcove! How amused he had been to see that the proud, vain, pretentious Margaret Henderson he had so properly disdained, if not despised, on Earth was now no more than a groveling, needful Gorean slave.
And was it not he who had called me to the attention of slavers, thereby releasing my hidden slave, and giving me to her, she who was myself! I had thought much of Addison Steele since that interlude.
- (Quarry of Gor)