Tag: reminder of one’s own slavery


  • “You were disowned,” I told her.

    “You were disowned,” I told her. “Your status now, whether you know this or not, is less than that of the meanest peasant wench, secure in her caste rights.” Marauders […]

  • So I knelt in nadu

    So I knelt in nadu before whom I knew not. In such a position a woman well knows she is a slave. Quarry of Gor, p. 91

  • Consider merely the slave’s garmenture

    Consider merely the slave’s garmenture. She is clad, when clad, in a very distinctive fashion, one instantly and easily recognized, commonly in a brief, revealing tunic, a form of garmenture […]

  • Most Gorean slaves are seldom, if ever, whipped

    Most Gorean slaves are seldom, if ever, whipped. The reason for this is simple. They strive to be pleasing, and, striving so, are found pleasing. Few Goreans would consider gratuitously […]

  • Men might, if they wished, do with women as they wished

    It interested me that the former Miss Wentworth, in this milieu, if in no other, suddenly understood the dependence of women upon men. Men might, if they wished, do with […]

  • Leaving a slave bound and alone is not that unusual

    Leaving a slave bound and alone, of course, is not that unusual. It may be used as a discipline, of course, but that is seldom the case. More often, it […]

  • I wondered if they better understood their dependence on men

    I wondered if they better understood, this night, perhaps better than other nights, their dependence on men. Surely they knew in the depths of their lovely bellies that they, too, […]

  • On the other hand, because of its precarious nature

    On the other hand, because of its precarious nature, and its dependence on a man’s permissions and indulgence, it also acutely increases her sense of possible exposure and vulnerability. Such […]

  • The Gorean slave girl knows who she is

    The Gorean slave girl knows who she is, the utter property of her master. Her condition, though abject, is honest. No one lies to her about it, not even she herself. She […]

  • “May I clothe myself, Master?” I asked.

    “May I clothe myself, Master?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, and turned away. In a moment he had left the cell, closing and locking the gate behind him. I had […]


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