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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

Many women, of course, know themselves slaves and weep for masters, long before the collar or iron. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #68)
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24 68 Many View more quotes about women">women, of course, know themselves slaves and weep for masters, long before the collar or iron.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 65 She feels the sun on her skin, and the wind, and the grass at her ankles.
24 66 She lifts her hands and face and body to the sun and wind, come home at last, after years of banishment, to nature's world.
24 67 She is now, for the first time in her life, free to accept and embrace her deepest and truest identity, her ancient selected-for biological identity, as old as the raid, the hunt in the forest, the cave and leather thongs, the decree of nature, the fruit of evolution's wisdom, that of the lover, captive and slave of a master.
24 68 Many women, of course, know themselves slaves and weep for masters, long before the collar or iron.
24 69 It is only later that they extend their small wrists, and watch as bracelets are locked upon them.
24 70 This room adjoined the larger room outside, with the alcoves, but it was obviously private to her, a high slave.
24 71 One as favored, as beautiful, as she, did not have to brook the nuisances, the unpleasantries, the closeness, the squabbles, the pettinesses, of lesser slaves.
She feels the sun on her skin, and the wind, and the grass at her ankles. She lifts her hands and face and body to the sun and wind, come home at last, after years of banishment, to nature's world. She is now, for the first time in her life, free to accept and embrace her deepest and truest identity, her ancient selected-for biological identity, as old as the raid, the hunt in the forest, the cave and leather thongs, the decree of nature, the fruit of evolution's wisdom, that of the lover, captive and slave of a master. Many women, of course, know themselves slaves and weep for masters, long before the collar or iron. It is only later that they extend their small wrists, and watch as bracelets are locked upon them. This room adjoined the larger room outside, with the alcoves, but it was obviously private to her, a high slave. One as favored, as beautiful, as she, did not have to brook the nuisances, the unpleasantries, the closeness, the squabbles, the pettinesses, of lesser slaves. - (Tribesmen of Gor)