“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.”
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“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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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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“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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“When we dismantle,” said a man, “you could always drift back in the march and see Lady Sheila. She is a pretty little vulo in her cage.”
“They are all pretty in chains and behind bars,” said another man.
“I hate to think of them shoving an impaling spear up her ass,” said a man.
“I know an impaling spear I’d like to shove up her ass,” said another man.
There was laughter.
– John Norman, Kajira of Gor
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When a slave is introduced into a new house, often carried over the threshold bound and naked, she is commonly tied and whipped; the purpose of this is to leave her in no doubt as to what she is in the new domicile; in this way she is assisted in understanding that within the new walls, in the new collar, under the new mastery, she is as much slave as before, and perhaps more. This status is not something which a wise master lets a woman forget, ever.
John Norman
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“I will try to be better,” she said, struggling to her knees. “Let me please you tonight. I will give you pleasures you did not know exist. I will so please you that in the morning you will not wish to trade me.”
“It will not be easy,” said he, “—with your hands tied behind you.”
She looked at him, frightened.
John Norman – Explorers of Gor
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Do you really want a collar? Think carefully. Gorean slavery, like others, is a true slavery. If it is done to you, it is not as if you could change your mind. You would then be owned. You would then be truly a slave. It would have been done to you. You are then merchandise. You are then an animal. You must expect to be marketed, to be bought and sold, and mastered, perfectly, completely. You would be subject, at a master’s discretion to the various accouterments of bondage. You might be chained. You might be whipped. You might be bound with ropes. You might wear cuffs. You might be led about, publicly, on a leash. You will learn to kiss, and kneel, and serve. Even your clothing, and whether or not you are permitted any, is at his discretion. Too, you must please him, in all ways. I wonder if you understand that. I hope so. So fear the collar, woman. It is on you. You cannot remove it. Yet it has its fascination, and its rewards, that is true. Else it would be incomprehensible why women long for masters.
– John Norman, Guardsman of Gor
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She was furious, but yet I could see, too, as doubtless could the others, that she was sexually charged. She was naked, before clothed men. This can be sexually stimulating to a woman. It is hard for her, in such circumstances, not to see them as her masters and herself, before them, as an exposed slave.
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“I hope to reflect credit upon my master,” she said.
“You will, or be beaten,” I said.
“Of course, Master.”
“You must keep yourself fastidiously beautiful, walk well, and such.”
“Yes, Master.”
The slave, of course, has no choice in such matters. She is her master’s property and is on display.
John Norman – Guardsmen of Gor
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