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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

How would they look in slave silk? How well would they wear a tunic, or camisk? Many were the frustrations of the women of Earth. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #113)
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17 113 How would they View more quotes about look">look in slave silk? How well would they wear a tunic, or camisk? Many were the frustrations of the women of Earth.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 110 Many I am sure would, in a slaver's eye, be deemed worthy of collaring.
17 111 But how few, I fear, will know the collar, the master.
17 112 I sometimes thought of many of the girls I had known on Earth, whose names I will omit, lest somehow, sometime, somewhere, they read these pages, who would surely look well, stripped and collared, kneeling before masters, their knees perforce widely spread, their tiny, lovely wrists confined behind them, in tightly fitting slave bracelets.
17 113 How would they look in slave silk? How well would they wear a tunic, or camisk? Many were the frustrations of the women of Earth.
17 114 But the slaves of Gor have their frustrations, too.
17 115 As we kneel piteously, and needful, before our masters, we hope that they will show us mercy, and caress us.
17 116 At such times, I suspect, those times when my slave needs were much upon me, there was then little in me of sweetness, delicacy, tenderness and intimacy, not then, not as I was then; I was then, perhaps to the amusement of my master, pleadingly, piteously helpless, the prisoner of needs and passions I could hope neither to withstand nor control.
Many I am sure would, in a slaver's eye, be deemed worthy of collaring. But how few, I fear, will know the collar, the master. I sometimes thought of many of the girls I had known on Earth, whose names I will omit, lest somehow, sometime, somewhere, they read these pages, who would surely look well, stripped and collared, kneeling before masters, their knees perforce widely spread, their tiny, lovely wrists confined behind them, in tightly fitting slave bracelets. How would they look in slave silk? How well would they wear a tunic, or camisk? Many were the frustrations of the women of Earth. But the slaves of Gor have their frustrations, too. As we kneel piteously, and needful, before our masters, we hope that they will show us mercy, and caress us. At such times, I suspect, those times when my slave needs were much upon me, there was then little in me of sweetness, delicacy, tenderness and intimacy, not then, not as I was then; I was then, perhaps to the amusement of my master, pleadingly, piteously helpless, the prisoner of needs and passions I could hope neither to withstand nor control. - (Captive of Gor)