slaves words on their own slavery and condition.. their loves and hates.. their needs and desires.
The Masters call us 'slave meat', and such, and perhaps
this amuses them, and helps keep us in our place, at their feet, but only a woman who is a
fool believes them. They want, and own, the whole slave"
Dancer of Gor, 154
I moaned. I did not want polite love. I wanted to know
that I ws in the hands of a man who was capable of being excited, and who I excited, who
found me truly marvelous, to whose fury of power I appeared whose fiece and voracious
appetitles I triggered. I wanted to be in the arms of a true man. I did not want to be
possibly mistaken about whether I had been had or not. I did not want to be touched as
though I might break. I did not wish to be in danger of drowsing off during the making of
love. I wanted him to own and master me, and whip me if I was not pleasing.
Dancer of Gor, page 250
I wanted a man who was greater than I, and
incomparably so, one whom I must, in the order of nature obey, one to whom I must look up.
And I did not care if it was from my knees, black with dust, a collar on my neck, naked,
that I looked up to his glory.
Dancer of Gor, page 91
"
Train me!" she cried. "Train me, piteously, mercilessly, to your standards and pleasure!"He is strong enough, if I don't please him, to lash me.
Tribesman of Gor, page 141
He was a Gorean master. I was at his mercy. I wondered if I
could have felt so much his, so completely surrendered, if he had not possessed this
complete power over my life and body. I belonged to him. But I did not want him to whip
me, or put me in the slave box. I wanted only, desperately, to please him. And I knew I
must, for I was his slave.
Captive of Gor, page 343
'How long have you know you were a slave?' I asked. 'Since
I was a young girl,' she said. 'I first discovered it in my thought and dreams, and
feelings, and fantasies. But I thought I could never be more than a secret slave at the
mercy of a secret master. Then I was brought to Gor. Here I wear my collar openly and
kneel before my masters for all the world to see.’
Rogue of Gor, page 20
I did not always want gentleness. It did not displease me
to be forced to recognize, and incontrovertibly, and with my whole body, that I was in a
man's arms, those of a true man, and was a slave. Sometimes, I confess, I even wanted the
whip, not for its pain, which I feared, but for its proof of my domination, that I was
owned, and wholly, and was going to be mastered. But, sometimes, too, I wanted gentleness,
and, in a slave's helplessness, begged for it.
Dancer of Gor, page 347
But I knew, looking down at those faces, that if any of
them owned me, I would have to be fully pleasing to them. I would have to bend all of my
efforts, and all of my beauty, my charm, my grace, my knowledge, my intelligence, my tact,
everything that I was, and could hope be, to that end. I would have to be to them, and
perfectly, a pleasure slave. And what horrified me most, I think, was that I wanted this.
I wanted to serve men, and give them pleasure, to be precious to them, to be loved and
appreciated, to make them happy.
Dancer of Gor, page 135
We must thus see to it that we are marvels to them, that we
serve them with eagerness and perfections. This is not a matter , incidentally, of serving
regardless of our will and possible desires, or in spite of them, but of actually
adjusting our will and desires, in such a way that they now find expression and
fulfillment even in such service. To be sure, some men enjoy taking a woman who hates
them, and whom they hate, and reducing her to a panting pleading slave, begging for a
continuation of their touch, which they may then either grant or deny her, as it pleases
them.
Dancer of Gor, page 312
‘Though I am slave,’ she said, ‘yet for the
first time in my life, I am free.’
Nomads of Gor, page 303
I would belong to, and must fully serve, anyone into whose
effective possession I became, even if it had been by theft. The original master, of
course, has the right to try to recover his property, which remains technically his for a
period of one week. If I were to flee the thief, however, after he has consolidated his
hold on me, for example kept me for even a night, I could, actually in Gorean law, be
counted as a runaway slave, from him, even though he did not technically own me yet, and
punished accordingly.
Dancer of Gor, page 95
I looked down upon her. 'You are a wanton slave,' I said.
She looked up at me laughing, 'A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions,' she said.
It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so ,
they are beaten.
Marauders of Gor, page 278