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Bound Slavegirl Awaiting A Master

Bound Slavegirl Awaiting a Master

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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Coming Down

“Split your knees,” said Tajima.
“No!” said Pertinax.
“Now!” said Tajima.
The girl spread her knees.
“Wider!” said Tajima. She was, after all, a collar-girl. The former Miss Wentworth complied, quickly, docilely, with Tajima’s command. She had learned obedience to men, slave obedience, in the stable, at the hands of the grooms. 

John Norman – Swordsmen of Gor

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Learning to Love the Ropes

Nude Gorean Kajira in suspension bondage

““Yes,” said Ginger. “And you will be choiceless, absolutely choiceless, little tart, at the end of a chain, at his feet, under a whip, in the furs of love, sweating in the grass, whenever and however he wants you. You will learn to love the ropes and straps with which you are bound, for they confirm your bondage upon you. You will neither speak nor clothe yourself without his permission. You will beg to tie his sandals, to wash and clean for him, to cook for him, to serve him in all ways in which a woman can serve a man, to petition humbly to be permitted to press your lips lovingly upon his feet, to supplicate him for the opportunity to lick and kiss the leather of his whip! In short, tart, he will be your master, and you will be his slave.”

John Norman – Savages of Gor


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Naked Gorean Kajira in bondage with legs spread

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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Naked and Bound

Naked Gorean kajira slave girl in shibari bondage

“The slave girl, normally, stays simply as men put her, for example, in such a case, presumably naked and bound.”
“Doubtless stark naked,” she said.
“Of course,” I said, “save for her collar.”
“And helplessly bound?”
“One supposes so,” I said.
“Hand and foot?”
“Presumably,” I said. “You must remember, they are slaves.”

John Norman – Renegades of Gor

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Slave Curves

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“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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Begging for Mercy

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“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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Nude slave girl in shibari suspension bondage

“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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Slave Clothing

kajira, naked Gorean slave girl crawling

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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Kneeling to the Whip

Naked collared Gorean slave girl on her knees.

“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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