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Post by sweetlarma on Jun 25, 2006 20:21:29 GMT -5
The wholisticality of the female's response is an interesting one. Their response is a whole, physical, emotional, and intellectual. Men have sex; women are sex. Renegades of Gor, page 101
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Post by sweetlarma on Oct 8, 2006 10:27:56 GMT -5
Gorean sexual tastes and those of Earth differ…in that Gorean sexual tastes…are much broader and more tolerant than those of Earth, or at least of Western Civilization, and tend to run toward the statistical morns of the human female. …many women of Earth who are implicitly taught by their culture…through pictures and accounts, that they do not fulfill culturally approved stereotypes of feminine desirability and beauty, might discover, presumably to their horror, that they would bring a high price in a Gorean slave market. If they should have lingering doubts about that matter, and think perhaps to escape a discipline more appropriately applied to ‘true beauties,’ because they do not regard themselves as such, their delusions are likely to be quickly dispelled under their master’s whip. Although…the matter is neither here nor there, Goreans also tend to prize women for such things as their intelligence, emotional depth, charm and personality. It is a pleasure to own such a female."
Mercenaries Page 321
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Post by sweetlarma on Oct 8, 2006 10:31:34 GMT -5
Can you read this?" asked the man, pointing to the printing. "No, Master," I said. I could not read Gorean. I was illiterate in the language. This was not uncommon. Many masters think it desirable to keep a girl illiterate in their language, thinking it makes them easier to control and puts them more at their mercy. Other masters differ in this, relishing the ownership and absolute domination of literate girls, preferably those who are well educated, highly intelligent and gifted. Such girls must be regarded as quite valuable; on the block they commonly bring the highest prices. It is also said they make the best slaves. Had I been sold on Earth I would have counted as such a girl; on Gor, however, I was only another piece of illiterate collar meat. Slave Girl
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Post by sweetlarma on Oct 8, 2006 10:34:30 GMT -5
"Master," I said. "Yes?" he said. "Read me my collar," I begged, "please." "I showed it to you before," he said. "You should have read it for yourself." "You are teasing me," I pouted. "You know I cannot read." "Not even your collar?" he asked. "No," I said. "Well," he said, "do not worry about it. It is not necessary for you to be able to read your collar. All that is necessary, from your point of view, is that it is locked on you, that you cannot remove it, and that it can be read by free men." "Are you going to teach me to read?" I asked. "Such skills would seem to have a very low priority," he said. "For example, can you play the kalika?" "No," I said. "Do you know the exercises and luscious movements of slave dance?" he asked. "Not really," I said. "So why should you be taught to read?" he asked. "I could spy on your mail," I said. "I had not considered that," he admitted "It could improve my price," I said. "That is probably true," he said. "Many men," I said, "enjoy having a girl who can read. It gives them pleasure to make her serve as well, or better, than an illiterate girl." "I shall think about it," he said. "Thank you, Master," I said. Whether I would learn to read or not was not up to me. In final analysis, it was up to masters. It would be done with me as they wished. Kajira
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Post by sweetlarma on Oct 8, 2006 10:36:59 GMT -5
... the collar relationship, on the other hand, is an intensely personal one; it is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife; the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the dispositions of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy; by making it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the helpless condition of slavery, it gives him greater power over her. For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies: if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten; too, she may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these, too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive; these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar; ... Tribesmen
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Post by sweetlarma on Oct 8, 2006 10:51:40 GMT -5
"But I knew, looking down at those faces, that if any of them owned me, I would have to be fully pleasing to them. I would have to bend all of my efforts, and all of my beauty, my charm, my grace, my knowledge, my intelligence, my tact, everything that I was, and could hope be, to that end. I would have to be to them, and perfectly, a pleasure slave. And what horrified me most, I think, was that I wanted this. I wanted to serve men, and give them pleasure, to be precious to them, to be loved and appreciated, to make them happy."
p. 135 book Dancer
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Post by sweetlarma on Nov 2, 2006 20:30:35 GMT -5
"In your weakness and need, and love," I said, "in your honesty, and truth, you are a thousand times stronger, and greater, than such caricatures of women, than such travesties of women, than such pseudomales and facsimile men, denying themselves and their feelings, holding themselves rigid, not daring to feel or be themselves." Renegades of Gor, page 243
"Turn about now," I said to Lady Public, "and go to your stomach, as you were before, with your arms at your sides, the palms up."
She did so, and now lay as she had before except that now she was stripped.
"You are a free woman, as I understand it," I said.
(pg.243) "Yes!" she said.
I put her hair behind her back, over her shoulders.
"And what, then," I asked, "would you have done, if Cosians had come upon you?"
"I am a free woman!" she said. "I am not a slave! I would never have surrendered!"
"I do not like her, Master," said Lady Claudia. "And I would not be as she. I would find that disgusting and terrible, as well as ultimately barren and miserable."
"I am not sure there are free women," I said, "except in a trivial legal sense."
"I am such a woman!" cried Lady Publia.
"How such women shame women such as I, who are weak and needful, and loving," said Lady Claudia.
"In your weakness and need, and love," I said, "in your honesty, and truth, you are a thousand times stronger, and greater, then such caricatures of women, then such travesties of women, then such pseudomales and facsimile men, denying themselves and their feelings, holding themselves rigid, not daring to feel or be themselves."
"But men keep women such as I powerless," she said, touching her thigh.
"Yes," I said, "and you love it."
"Yes," she whispered, frightened, looking down, trembling with emotion.
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Post by sweetlarma on Nov 2, 2006 20:35:31 GMT -5
I moaned. I did not want polite love. I wanted to know that I ws in the hands of a man who was capable of being excited, and who I excited, who found me truly marvelous, to whose fury of power I appeared whose fiece and voracious appetitles I triggered. I wanted to be in the arms of a true man. I did not want to be possibly mistaken about whether I had been had or not. I did not want to be touched as though I might break. I did not wish to be in danger of drowsing off during the making of love. I wanted him to own and master me, and whip me if I was not pleasing. Dancer of Gor, page 250
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Post by sweetlarma on Nov 9, 2006 9:27:10 GMT -5
"Command me, and I shall obey. I am yours." She looked up at me, smiling. "Whip me, or terrify me," she said. "I must accept. I must endure. I am a slave. But I wish to please you. That is what I really wish to do. You can probably never know how much I wish to please you." High intelligence is highly valued in a female slave. One of the great pleasures in owning a girl is listening to her. it is a great pleasure to become intimately acquainted with her expressions and thoughts, from the most casual and trivial to the most delicate and profound. She must always, of course, be kept strictly in her place. Guardsman of Gor - Book 16 pgs 182 & 183
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Post by sweetlarma on Nov 25, 2006 13:47:42 GMT -5
"Are you naked beneath the silk?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I smiled. He knew that. Indeed, as the silk was diaphanous, he could, for most practical purposes, see that.
"Slave naked?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said. This, somehow, is a far more disturbing, or meaningful, admission than the first. Somehow the nakedness of a slave seems far more naked that the nakedness of a free woman. doubtless this has to do with her being a property, and owned. Too, ‘slave naked’ suggests being naked naked, so to speak, being helplessly naked, as a slave is helplessly naked. It has, sometimes, too, the connotation of being vulnerably, and arousably, naked, as a slave is helplessly, vulnerably, and arousably naked.
He looked at me.
"Yes, Master," I whispered. "Beneath the silk that is the way I am naked, slave naked."
I felt slave arousal. I could not help myself. Long ago, now, weeks ago, men had lit slave fires in my belly.
I was aroused, and as a slave.
Dancer chapter 12
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Post by sweetlarma on Nov 30, 2006 2:05:14 GMT -5
To be sure, I already wore the most marvelous and joyous bonds of all, those of my womanhood, identical with myself, those of my slavery, natural and legal, and those of my love. Dancer
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Post by sweetlarma on Dec 5, 2006 14:45:34 GMT -5
You have not yet begun to learn what it can be, to be a slave," I said. She looked at me, frightened. I then snapped the collar about her throat. "o you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?" "No, Master," she said. "You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become." "Master?" she asked. “The collar," I said, touching it, "is put on from without, but what it encircles, the slave, comes from within." "Master?" she asked. "Slavery," I told her, "true slavery, comes from within, and you, my lovely little red-haired beast, I assure you, as was evidenced by your behavior and performances this night, are a true slave. Do not fight your slavery. Allow it freely and spontaneously, candidly, sweetly and untrammeled, to manifest itself. It is what you are." Savages of Gor - Page 2
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Post by sweetlarma on Dec 5, 2006 16:28:37 GMT -5
We had also received lessons in the proper performance of domestic servilities, such as cooking, sewing, laundering, cleaning, and such. Other lessons were almost lessons in customs, manners and decorum. For example, we were taught how to serve at a table, deferentially, skillfully, unobtrusively and, for the most part, silently, and how to move and walk, and kneel and rise, gracefully, and even such tiny, interesting things, as how to pick up a fallen object, by crouching down, retrieving it, rather than bending over. We were being taught, it seemed, to be graceful and beautiful. Too of course, we were taught our place, and proper relations to men. A significant portion of our training was intimate and erotic, or sexual and sensual, in nature, ranging from such things as make-up, body ornamentation, cosmetics and perfumes, to techniques, psychological and physical, generally a combination of both, of pleasing men. Dancer of Gor - Book 22 pgs 69-70
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Post by sweetlarma on Dec 5, 2006 17:35:23 GMT -5
Indeed, I suspected that there would always be more to learn about service and love, that such things were fathomless and limitless, and, thus, in a sense, the notion of being "fully trained," or knowing all there was to know, was in actuality less of a practical goal than a lovely ideal, one which might perhaps be approached ever more closely, but would never be and perhaps should never be fully attained. Let the girl revel in her growth, and not fear that one day there will be no more to learn, no where else to go. There are no summits on the heights of love. DANCER OF GOR-, Page 129
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Post by sweetlarma on May 16, 2007 12:25:32 GMT -5
It is pleasant to have a woman yield to you as a slave. I know of nothing which so exalts the power and manhood of the human male. Too there is apparently nothing which so deeply releases the emotions and yielding sensuality of the human female. In these matters something is touched which obviously bears deeply on the fundamental nature of the sexes. Here, in human relations, is yet another exemplification of one of the major and incessantly recurrent themes of nature, that of dominance and submission. The realities of nature must be denied, I suspect, only at one's own peril. And certainly human beings cannot be fulfilled, nor can they know themselves, until they have become themselves. The nature of human beings precedes the fleeting parades of mottoes and slogans. It lies latent and obdurate, in ambush, if you like, in the genetic codes. Rouge of Gor - Page 105
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