Hooded
Hooding a slave girl as she is released from her kennel is a good way to ensure she remains docile and tractable.
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Prisoner Restraint System
When she is removed from the holding cage, Maxine is placed in a prisoner restraint system to restrict mobility and ensure compliance with all directives.
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Posted March 12th, 2013. Add a comment
Slave Curves
“Speak when you are spoken to, slut,” said the girl.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “Forgive me, Mistress.”
“Let us give her a switching,” said the other girl.
“No, Mistress!” I begged. “Please, no, Mistress!”
“You will be a good little slave, won’t you, Earth slut?” asked the first girl.
“Yes, Mistress!” I assured her.
“What do the masters see in such curvaceous little sluts?” asked the second girl.
“They are pretty little bundles of slave curves,” said the first.
“That is doubtless it,” said the second.
Witness of Gor – John Norman
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Posted March 11th, 2013. Add a comment
Baggage Pony
What better than a naked ponygirl to carry your baggage? Maybe a naked pregnant ponygirl?
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Posted March 7th, 2013. Add a comment
Pony Girl with Bit Gag and Bells on her Nipples
She was pulling a cart with her mistress in it…
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Posted February 28th, 2013. Add a comment
Begging for Mercy
“Surely, Pertinax,” said Lord Nishida, “you know her neck is in a collar.”
Pertinax nodded.
“Even so,” I said, “the beauty of a woman, a tear in her eye, the trembling of a lip, such things, are formidable weapons.”
“Until she is suitably mastered,” said Lord Nishida. “True,” I said.
“Perhaps she should be whipped,” said Lord Nishida. “The whip is useful in convincing a woman she is a slave. Perhaps if she were weeping, and squirming, and begging for mercy, under a whip, she would no longer be in doubt as to what she was.”
John Norman – Swordsmen of Gor
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Posted February 25th, 2013. Add a comment
Holding Position
It’s important that a slave girl be trained to hold position while being disciplined. Unseemly writhing or bending of the knees should be considered grounds for further punishment.
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Posted February 20th, 2013. Add a comment
Helpless
“I took the liberty of caressing our lovely bound captive a bit before you arrived,” he said.
“And?” she inquired.
“She cannot help herself,” he said. “She is helpless under the touch of a man.”
“I see,” she said.
“Even terrified, she cannot control her responses,” he said. “Even in her fear, she juices helplessly, superbly.”
“Of course,” said the woman, irritably.
“She is quite hot,” he said.
“I hate that sort of woman,” said the girl. “She is weak. She is a slave, and I am not.”
I saw the man smile.
John Norman, Explorers of Gor
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Posted February 16th, 2013. Add a comment
Slave Clothing
It is not a foregone conclusion, you see, that the female slave on Gor will be clothed. If she is fully pleasing, serving with absolute perfection, in her numerous domestic duties and in her squirmings in the furs, of course, the average master will doubtless be inclined to grant her clothing, say, a tunic, or such. One might think of this as her “earning her clothing” but that would be incorrect, as she can earn nothing. Rather, what she can do is be so marvelous a slave that her master will grant her clothing, if it be his pleasure. If she is displeasing, of course, the privilege of being permitted clothing may be revoked. In this sense, clothing, as several other things, such as food, and bonds, may be used in her discipline. Few girls desire to be sent into the streets naked, save for their collars. Much derision would there greet them.
Savages of Gor – John Norman
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Posted February 8th, 2013. Add a comment
Kneeling to the Whip
“Master?” she asked.
“Crawl to the grass, there,” I said. “Hurry!”
She crawled to the point, trembling, where I had indicated.
“Kneel to the whip,” I ordered her.
She knelt there, trembling, her head down to the grass, her wrists crossed beneath her, as though bound.
I struck her thrice.
“Are you a whipped slave?” I asked.
“Yes,” she wept, “I am a whipped slave.”
“You belong to men,” I told her. I gave her another stroke.
“Yes, Master!” she said.
“Are you going to be pleasing?” I asked. Another stroke.
“I will try to be pleasing!” she wept.
“I am sure you will, my dear,” I said. “But the interesting question is whether or not you will succeed.” I then gave her two more strokes.
— John Norman, Blood Brothers of Gor
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