Night Stick
Never talk back to a cop…
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Merchandise
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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Shibari Slave Girl
Waldemar demonstrates his mastery of rope and bamboo.
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Bamboo Shibari
Shibari rigging by Waldemar. The model was Puppy Doll, for this shoot anyhow. These days she models as Dizzy Knight.
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Hanging Hogtie
The perfect ornament to hang from your Christmas Tree
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Exposed Slave
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.
John Norman, Explorers of Gor
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Mousetraps
When the mouse-traps clip over my pussy it’s degrading, and degradation changes in nature when there are photographers; implying others’ gaze when you’re not there to witness their reactions; so they can carve you up from scene and circumstance, and crop at will. A lover will know I’m a smart girl with degrees and a dayjob, and that I’ll think about the implications of this afterward. A stranger can crop at will, and I do not control the most striking elements of the picture. I am openly offering my nakedness and endurance, which I value; and the whole world has the jpg’s.
Lilac Wine, writing about this photo shoot
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On Display
“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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