Her position in the society is clear, socially, institutionally, and legally. She is slave. A thousand customs and protocols define her, and in the order of nature. Her garmenture is prescribed for her, and must be of certain sorts. She must be clearly identifiable. She is to be clearly aware of, and respect and employ, the postures, attitudes, positions, and such required of her. Deference and obedience are essential. Too, of course, she is marked, and collared. If she is displeasing, she must expect punishment. Free women are never punished, but she is not a free woman. She must know how, too, to do little things, like kiss a man’s feet properly, how to bring him, on all fours, in her mouth, the slave whip, and such. Domestic chores, of course, are also expected of her, cooking, sewing, dusting, laundering, cleaning, and so on. Perhaps, most importantly, she is expected to serve well “in the furs.” If she does not do so she must expect the strap or lash. Too, some masters think it useful to tie and whip her occasionally, even if she is a model slave, simply to remind her of what she is, that she is a slave. There are manuals on the care and management of female slaves, as there are on various other forms of stock. Passion is, of course, expected of her. But this is not a problem as bondage muchly intensifies and increases the frequency, extent, and depth of a woman’s sexual needs.
Captive (e-Books, page 394)
Is happiness important? If not, why not? And if it is important, why not look for it where it is incontrovertibly found? An individual who finds happiness in love, submission, obedience, and service, and in a guiltless, fulfilling, joyous, liberated sexuality, and such, is not obviously inferior to one who is lonely, miserable, angry, contrary, envious, spiteful, difficult, unpleasant, and so on. Happiness is largely connected with doing, and being, as one wishes, as one is content to be, and eager to be, and to be behaving in a way which is culturally accepted and approved. Beasts (e-Books, page 255)
“But what if he is weak?” she begged.
“Continue to serve him, in the fullness of your slavery, begging him for the least of his kisses, the most casual of his caresses.” “Yes, Master,” she said, tears in her eyes.
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“But what if he is stupid?” she asked.
“Beg him then to sell you, or give you away,” I said, “that you may, if only in being sold off the block, come into the collar of another, one capable of satisfying what you are, a slave.”
“But what if he will not sell me, or give me away?” she said. “What if he insists on keeping me, as he is, and as I now am? What if he will keep me only according to his own rules, and lights, and keep me from myself, denying me to myself, frustrating my deepest and most profound needs, as I am?”
“Then,” said I, angrily, “that is how it will be, for it is you who wear the collar. He is the master. You are the slave.”
“Yes, Master,” she sobbed.
“But do not fear,” I said. “I am certain, sooner or later, you will come into the possession of one who will not only accept your slavery, in its beauty, in its tenderness and needfulness, in its honesty and truth, but will celebrate it and relish it, and for whom you will be a treasure, an incredible and marvelous treasure, to be sure, one to be kept under the closest of disciplines.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling through her tears.
Magicians of Gor, 405-407
Captive (e-Books, page 394)
Is happiness important? If not, why not? And if it is important, why not look for it where it is incontrovertibly found? An individual who finds happiness in love, submission, obedience, and service, and in a guiltless, fulfilling, joyous, liberated sexuality, and such, is not obviously inferior to one who is lonely, miserable, angry, contrary, envious, spiteful, difficult, unpleasant, and so on. Happiness is largely connected with doing, and being, as one wishes, as one is content to be, and eager to be, and to be behaving in a way which is culturally accepted and approved. Beasts (e-Books, page 255)
“But what if he is weak?” she begged.
“Continue to serve him, in the fullness of your slavery, begging him for the least of his kisses, the most casual of his caresses.” “Yes, Master,” she said, tears in her eyes.
---- [removed incidental text]---
“But what if he is stupid?” she asked.
“Beg him then to sell you, or give you away,” I said, “that you may, if only in being sold off the block, come into the collar of another, one capable of satisfying what you are, a slave.”
“But what if he will not sell me, or give me away?” she said. “What if he insists on keeping me, as he is, and as I now am? What if he will keep me only according to his own rules, and lights, and keep me from myself, denying me to myself, frustrating my deepest and most profound needs, as I am?”
“Then,” said I, angrily, “that is how it will be, for it is you who wear the collar. He is the master. You are the slave.”
“Yes, Master,” she sobbed.
“But do not fear,” I said. “I am certain, sooner or later, you will come into the possession of one who will not only accept your slavery, in its beauty, in its tenderness and needfulness, in its honesty and truth, but will celebrate it and relish it, and for whom you will be a treasure, an incredible and marvelous treasure, to be sure, one to be kept under the closest of disciplines.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling through her tears.
Magicians of Gor, 405-407
Nietzsche - “Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?”