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"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
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
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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
ido
~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
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
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
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