Dancer of Gor – Page 382

  • Posted on June 20, 2011 at 1:10 am


I did not always want gentleness. It did not displease me to be forced to recognize, and incontrovertibly, and with my whole body, that I was in a man’s arms, those of a true man, and was a slave. Sometimes, I confess, I even wanted the whip, not for its pain, which I feared, but for its proof of domination, that I was owned, and wholly, and was going to be mastered.

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