The Joy Of Bondage

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I love the way Puppy Doll’s hair is flying in this shot.

“Do what you will with her, without a second thought, use her variously, however you might wish. Keep her nude for a year, if you wish. Conceive of her, neck-chained, ankle-chained, at your slave ring. Consider her soft lips, and tongue, obedient and moist, on your feet, on your body. Is she not of interest? Consider her crawling to you, begging not to be whipped.”

I cried out, softly, in misery. “Forgive me, Master,” I said.

“I am now prepared to accept bids,” said the auctioneer.

— John Norman, Conspirators of Gor

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Beckoning

“Come here, Master”

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I Am Bound, Master

“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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Collar Promise

“Consider her,” I said to Pertinax. “Put your head down,” I said to the slave. She quickly, again, put her head down. “Look upon the sleek, vulnerable little she-beast,” I said to Pertinax. “I give her to you, as your animal. Scrutinize her slave curves. She is raw, and young, but surely she has collar promise. Consider her waiting on you, hand and foot. Consider her licking and kissing your feet. Consider her, squirming, moaning, and begging, in the furs. Am I to suppose that you, truly, would not know what to do with a slave?”

— John Norman, Swordsmen of Gor

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Basement Captive

The lovely Daisy Night aka Puppy Doll akd Wicked Darling tied up in a basement. Those nipples looked just too sweet not to decorate with clothes pegs.