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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She was selling chain mail for Spirit of Iron. Most of the men at Dore Alley Fair are gay. Can you spot the straight guy in this picture?
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Because Public Bondage is my most popular search term. Lorelei Lee at the Kink.com booth, Folsom Street Fair
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What better place to keep a cane that is about to be used.
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A moment of tenderness from Folsom Street Fair. For more public BDSM, check out Public Disgrace.
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Annie Cruz at the Kink.com booth, Folsom Street Fair.
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“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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