The joy of slavery

Favorite Quotes from the John Norman Books of Gor *
galah & arianna's favorites

"I think it is true," I said, "that it is generally the most beautiful and desirable women who are the slaves, but I will tell
you something you may find of interest."
"What is that?" she asked.
"Slavery itself," I said, "often makes a woman more beautiful and desirable. It removes tensions. It removes inhibitions. It makes women happy. It is hard, I think, sometimes, for a woman who is happy not to be beautiful. Sometimes Goreans ask, is she a slave because she is beautiful, or beautiful because she is a slave?"
Beasts of Gor, page 246-247

'Slave girls relish compliments. Indeed there is a Gorean saying to the effect that any woman who relishes a compliment is in her heart a slave girl. She wants to please. Most Gorean men would not think twice about collaring a girl who responds, smiling, to compliments. A desire to please her Master. When she is complimented she knows she has pleased him"
Beasts of Gor, p. 17

"It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands that
she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understand it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually,
physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She
then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave.

Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to
the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem
incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality."
Beasts of Gor, p. 55


jasma's favorite quotes

"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 knows she is owned, and must behave as one. She knows she is a slave female, and, in all things, must be female and slave. And she is female and slave.

Should she forget this, punishment will remind her. The Gorean slave girl, if nothing else, is commonly no stranger to love. She is not permitted to be. She is at man's beck and call and, accordingly, willing or not, will be taught love. If necessary she will learn it under the whip, writhing in chains. The Gorean slave girl, in my opinion, is the most desirable of woman. What man, I wonder, fully aroused, does not wish to own his woman. What woman, I wonder, fully aroused, helpless, is not,
in fact, in the arms of her lover, owned."
Hunters of Gor, p.225

"I looked down upon her. 'You are a wanton slave,' I said. She looked up at me laughing, 'A girl in a collar is not permitted
inhibitions,' she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten."
Marauders of Gor, p.278


Poems

jasma{LEM}

Guidance
struggling daily to find a way to please
a guiding strength is what slave needs
forcing to bring all out that lives within
to be molded completely, to please Him

learning positions, serves and dances
striving for knowledge in slave classes
learning about clothing, collars and brands
knowing He could kill her by His own hands

brazen at times as she seeks His pleasure
insolence, hopefully not shown ever
punishments not light, nor without thought
knowing she's slave and needs to be taught

His desire in her is what the girl seeks
her need intensifying making her weak
every command given done swift, sure
a burning inside slave, His will to endure

slave's hunger
a raging inferno that burns inside
slave's hunger, will it be denied?
hoping to please in every way
striving continually day by day

"Master, she only wants You pleased"
crawling before You on her knees
that desire within, constantly aflame
passion erupts from hearing His name

wanting to see that smile on Your face
Your pleasure in her not to be erased
needing Your guidance and Your touch
at times it seems she needs so much

Your very strength felt deep within
giving all fully, no need to pretend
her every passion, her very soul
Master, it's You that make her whole

Songs

ido   (cherish you by Kool & the gang)
~voice softly lifting as she feels the rhythm inside her..
swaying hips softly..dark pools glazing over.. ~

All she is, all she'll ever be
Everything in this world
All that she'll ever need
Is seen in Master's eyes
As He looks at her
she can feel, all her passions unfolding

His hand brushes against her
A thousand sensations felt
Taking, commanding all from her
she loves You, yes she does

~lifting hands to slaveheart.. fingers lacing together.. the song

felt deep within.. putting all into it.. her voice a sensual

purr..~
In the world, before You came
she lived outside her emotions
she didn't know where she was going
Till the day she was collared to You
How You opened her life to this paradise
In a world provocative, and unfair
Still with all her heart
Till she's Yours no more
she loves You, yes, she does

~moving across the flooring.. the jingling of slavebells echoing

the melody.. she pauses as the music in soul is felt a thousand

times more.. tapping foot softly.. her breaths even and sure..

dark pools filling with that fiery
passion.. a tremor within.. her foot stops its movement.. voice

lifts again.. sensually.. ~

For the rest of her life
You'll not have to think twice
she will, love You still
>From the depths of her soul
It's beyond her control
she's waited so long to be commanded by You
If You're asking, does she love You this much
yes, she does..
yes, she does..
~fading..~ Master she does..


sasha{GS}

sasha moves to the center of the tavern shy smile crosses her sweet face she blushes a bit before silently clearing her throat
she hears the music begin to play in her head tossing back honey golden hair she begins to sing

Master, sasha can hardly express
the mixed emotions at such thoughtlessness
After all she's forever in Your debt
And Master she will try to express
the inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing sasha the meaning of success

Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

sasha's luscious little body sways with the beat she feels in her
heart and soul emerald green eyes glitter with love and respect
for Masters

Master she know's You understand
The little child inside of the kajira
Please remember my life is in Your hands
And Master hold sasha close to Your heart
However distant don't keep U/us apart
After all it is written in the stars

Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Wellll

feeling the sweetness of the words, the love and tenderness she
feels for Masters and her home sweet little tears splash across
cheeks as she finishes the song

Master please let sasha explain
she never means to cause You sorrow or pain
So let sasha tell You again and again and again

she loves You, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
she loves You, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
she loves You, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
sahsa loves You, yeah, yeah


teala{GS}

its a strange strange world You live in Master
You took me from my home
and a girl, can never go back
its a very strange world and a girl thanks You, Master

You took a binding fibre from out of Your pack
and quickly tied a girl, without any slack
You wouldn't allow troubles
a girl is now meek

its a strange strange world You live in Master
You took me from my home
and a girl, can never go back
its a very strange world and a girl thanks You, Master

seeing all the ways You starting teaching me now
knowing that someday soon You'd make use of me somehow
a girl thanks You very much
You've been very kind
but a girl better move before You pinch her behind

its a strange strange world You live in Master
You took me from my home
and a girl, can never go back
its a very strange world and a girl thanks You, Master

its a strange strange world You live in Master
You took me from my home
and a girl, now never looks back
its a very strange world and a girl thanks You, Master

You're a very strange man, and a girl thanks You, Master
 

penny{KR}
to the tune of "california dreaming":
all the slaves are chained....and the sky is grey...
Master's holding tight the leash...
on a winter's day....
they'd be safe and warm....
home under Master's "stay"...
you know they're paga tavern dreaming...
on such a winter's day.....

to the tune of "jingle bells":
jingle bells, jingle bells,jingle all the way,
oh, what fun it is to watch
kajira dance and play... hey!

jingle bells, jingle bells,jingle all the way,
oh, what fun it is to watch
kajira dance and play.

dancing through the furs,with her silks so clean and bright,
kicking high her toes,
giggles of delight....

bells on small wrists ring,making Masters smile,
what fun it is to prance and sway
and jingle 'round in style!

to the tune of "stay" by Jackson Browne
kajira stay..... just a little bit longer....Master says "stay"..... just a little bit more.
well now, the tavern don't mind....
sister kajirae don't mind....
so He can take a little time,
leave her virginity behind, now....
deeeeeeeep in His furs.....

to the tune of "seasons in the sun":
we have chains, we have fun,see them sparkle in the sun...
and the ropes, by the ton,
pull her tight, she cannot run...
 

Use her by jasma{LEM}
Rape her lips one more time
Once is never enough
From a Master like You

Rape her lips one more time
Once is never enough
From a Master like you..

Please, kiss her like You just did..
ohhhhhh Master
Rape her lips please once again..

Call her to You one more time
Once is never enough
For her senses to take You all in
Call her kajira one more time
She can never get enough
Of Your voice when You are near.. ooohhh

Please, say those words again
Like You just did..
Ohhhh Master..
Call her kajira once again..

Use the girl one more time
Once is never enough
From a Master like You.. oohhhh
Use the girl one more time
She can never get enough
Of Your commanding touch.. ohhhhh
Pleaseeee.. use her hard
Like You just did..
Ohhhhh Master
Pleaseee use her once again..

Ohhhhh Master
Use the girl once again
Ohhh Master
Use the girl one more time
Just one more time
Pleaseee..
one more time..
~voice fading away~

ari{HK}
Chained to the Post
(sung to the tune of Bad to the Bone)

On the day I was ko'lared
The Masters all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the slave they had found
The Senior Captain spoke up
Said leave this one alone
He could tell right away
That I should be chained to the post
chained to the post, chained to the post
C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, chained to the post

~Raising her arms as she dances before Them, gathering the mass of blonde hair in both hands. Long blonde tresses pour through her fingers, tiny gold bells that dance in her hair sparkle like stars. Chest heaving, hardened nipples straining against the thin garment that stretches across her ample breasts, she turns and walks away in a saucy bounce. Her hips sway seductively as she dances before the post, her back to her Master. Slowly, she loosens the knot that holds her silks. Firelight illuminates her silhouette for an ihn before she releases the shimmering garment and watches it float and then melts into a sapphire pool on the tiles~

I broke a thousand paga bowls
Before I met you
I'll break a few more Master
Before this night is thorough
I 'm all Yours sexy Master
Yours and Yours alone
I'm here to tell You Master
I should be chained to the Post
C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, chained to the post

~She moves before her Master, a fiery gleam in her eyes as a smile spreads across her luscious lips, slowly
raising her arms above her head, fingers tracing along her arms, elbows bowed softly around her blonde
tresses, her wrists flexed, delicate fingers reaching for the sky, her right hand glides softly down along her left
arm, painted fingernails running through her blonde tresses, trailing softly along her neck, a fire burning deep
within her shows in her sapphire pools, her right hand caresses her belly then gently rests on her ivory. She
extends her slender leg to rest beside His thighs, not daring to touch Him, she leans in so close her breath
rustles his face then with a little gasp, she leans back from the waist as her hips move to and fro in time to the
music, bells jingling softly in rhythm with her movements, she spins away from Him~

I'll make a rich Master beg
And I'll make a poor Merchant steal
I'll make a Free Woman blush
And if I get my way Master
I'll make You squeal
I all Yours sexy Master
Yours and Yours alone
I'm here to tell You Master
I should be chained to the Post
C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, chained to the post

~The tempo builds, her heart beat setting the rhythm, drawing out the slave from her soul. Tiny gold bells dance
on her delicate ankles, catching firelight as she spins, heart thundering, keeping pace with the pounding rhythm.
she turns, circling the room with exquisite slowness, offering a bold smile to one Master, then Another, her warm
gaze filled with promises. Her haunted eyes seeking out her Master. her sapphire eyes returning to him again
and again, as if of their own volition. She moves towards Him again, her body swaying provocatively, silky
blonde tresses caress sweet curves, her lush figure made only for her Master's touch~

And when I walk the streets
Priest Kings and Wariors step aside
Every Master I meet
They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell Ya sexy Master
What I see I make my own
I'm here to tell Ya Master
That I should be chained to the post
chained to the post, chained to the post
C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, C-c-c-c-chained, chained to the post

kanda{GS}
The Dance by Garth Brooks
Looking back on the memories of..
The times W/we've all shared
'Neath the tharlarion lamps above
For the times she's here.all the world is right
How could she know that she'd be hooked at first sight.

And now..she's glad that she does know
The way things all turn out, the way things all would go
O/our lives are often left to chance,
This girl could've missed the pain
But then she'd have to miss.the Dance.

Holding Masters close she held everything
For the time she does..isn't she something..
But if a girl had only known..that kajira can fall
Hey ,whose she kidding.she would always chance it all..
And now..she's glad that she does know

The way slaves all should type, the way things all should go..
Her typos are no longer left for chance, she could have missed the pain
But then she'd have to miss the Dance