“Perhaps we should be entertained,” he said.
“Perhaps,” said Mirus, puzzled.
“I can do little, Master,” said Tupita. “I am bound.”
“Do not underestimate yourself,” he said.
“True, Master,” she laughed, delightedly. There are many things, of course which a woman, bound, can do for a man, and, indeed, if she is bound she knows, if anything, she must strive even more desperately to be pleasing to him.
— John Norman, Dancer of Gor
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I gasped. I feared for a moment I might die. My heart began to beat wildly. I did not wish to faint. I suddenly felt great heat, helpless heat in my belly. It seemed my thighs flamed. I was bound helplessly. My responses were suitable for a slave. I hoped the men could not smell me. Then I was terrified.
— John Norman, Dancer of Gor
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Lilac Wine on her knees waiting to be suspended.
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If I twist this, does it turn up the volume?
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Bound, helpless and trapped in a narrow cage. Waiting for a hand to reach through, perhaps, and start to fondle her?
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She looked up at me, frightened. Then I fastened her in position, spreading her legs uncomfortably apart. Then, looking down upon her, I spread her legs by another four inches.
Then I had her.
John Norman – Rogue of Gor
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Public Disgrace: Naked, tied, spread, groped and about to be fucked.
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