Dancer of Gor – Page 81

  • Posted on June 20, 2011 at 1:07 am


I was pleased that they had taken me in hand and, wishing to do so made me their slave. I was unutterably thrilled to be now absolutely and categorically subject, in this order of nature, to their uncompromising domination. It was for this sort of thing I had longed for all my life. It was for this reason, I thought, that I had so despised the males of earth, because they had permitted themselves to be deprived of their birth right of their manhood, because they would not see to it that I was put in, and kept in, my rightful place in nature, where i wanted in my heart to be. My beauty, i felt, belonged to them. If they were strong enough to take it, and put it where it belonged, at their feet. I had wanted to kneel before them, lovingly and worship-fully, and yield them my total submission. They had not been strong enough, however. I had almost been consumed with anguish, and filled with contempt for them, and tortured and torn by loneliness, hatred and misery.

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