Thursday, February 26, 2009
A Few Favorite Gorean Quotes
A few of my favorite Gorean Quotes
"Beauty and intelligence are all well and good," I said, "but the best slave is she who loves most deeply." Magicians of Gor, page 204
" The brand is to be distinguished from the collar, though both are a designation of slavery. The primary significance of the collar is that it identifies the master and his city. The collar of a given girl may be changed countless times, but the brand continues throughout to bespeak her status " ~Outlaw of Gor, page 187 by John Norman~
One respects wives; one lusts for slaves; wives are free, and are to be treated with dignity and circumspection; slaves are owned, and are suitable objects to be put to one’s pleasure. The wife consents, if she feels like it, and is so inclined; the slave obeys. The wife may dole out her favors by carefully measured spoonfuls, like medicine, in a regimen designed to reduce and torment, and thus to control, an angered, frustrated, confused, manipulated, indoctrinated, unquestioning, childlike patient; the slave kneels and hopes to be found pleasing.
~Witness of Gor, page 587~
"This speaks of reality and savagery, of ferocity, and beauty and barbarism, and of the fundamental meaningfulness of the male/female relationship, that of power and ferocity to beauty, of dominator to dominated, of master to slave. The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology. Others are when she kneels before him, when she kisses his feet, when she performs obeisance, when she knows herself subject, truly, to his whip."
~Dancer of Gor, page 195 by John Norman~
“May I speak, may I speak?” I begged. No,” I was told.
So I was silent.”
~Witness of Gor, page 134 by John Norman~
“I had been conquered and enraptured, destroyed and renewed, rent in fragments and made whole, freed and enslaved, broken and created. And in the end, overwhelmed, struggling to comprehend, I had found myself more a slave than ever. The strongest chains, you see, are not those of iron, nor the strongest bonds those of steel. How frail are such things compared to the chains of desire, the bonds of need! Even now, as fulfilled as I had been, I could sense a growing restlessness in my body. To be sure, it can be dangerous to be too importunate. One can be whipped for it. But what men can do to a woman, had surely, in me, been at least begun. How natural it is, once one understands these things, to fall to one’s knees, begging plaintively. I knew myself, as I lay there, to be wholly a slave. It was what I should be, and was.
How fortunate I was to have been made what I was ! How few women have been made what they are!" ~Witness of Gor, page 306 by John Norman~
"I wished a man would throw me to my belly and lock a collar to my throat. I wished to lie trembling at His feet, in the shadow of His whip knowing that thenceforth,whether I wished it or not, I existed for love, passion and service."
~ Kajira of Gor
"Buy me," she whispered. "Buy me. You are rich! You can buy me!"
"Is that how a slave begs?" I asked.
"Buy Tana!" she wept. "Buy Tana!"
(Hunters of Gor; page - 61)
Sometimes a girl is whipped when she is first brought into a new house. It is regarded, in some cities, including Victoria as a way of making clear to her that the house in which she now finds herself is a house in which she is a slave. Ten strokes more then did I administer to the fair beauty. "Too," I said, "earlier you dared to speak my name." "Forgive me Master," she sobbed. "That has earned you five extra strokes," I informed her. She moaned and then was shaken five times, encircled in the burning lashes, being repaid for her insolence. When I lowered the whip she sagged in the leather, fastened at the ring, and slipped from consciousness. I went before her and slapped her awake. She looked at me, startled, awakened in pain, terrified. "And one more stroke," I told her, " to remind you that you are slave." "Yes Master," she whispered.
I delivered the blow, letting it be the fiercest of her beating. ---Rogue of Gor, 14:129-130
"The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology."
~Dancer of Gor, page 193 by John Norman~
It is a thing of softness, heat, devotion, obedience, service, beauty, and love.
~Witness of Gor, pages 101 & 102 by John Norman~
"Do not try to force me to be what you want me to be! Rather accept me for what I want to be, and am!—one who knows she belongs at the feet of men!—and desires to be at the feet of men!—their slave!!—their loving slave!”
~Witness of Gor, pages 700 & 701 by John Norman~
“Do you think that the meaning of an oath is the words it wears? It is rather what it celebrates and intends, the meaning behind the meanings of the words. Repudiated in words, it was revered in deeds. Denied, it was fulfilled. Forsworn, it was kept. Honor rejected was honor transformed, honor restored. How often do we seek to do one thing and discover we have done another? How often we achieve ends which we do not intend…..Honor has many voices, and many songs.”
~Witness of Gor by John Norman~
“You are no more than a branded slut, no more than meaningless, worthless collar meat!” he cried.
“Yes, Master!” I cried.
~Witness of Gor, page 700~
There is a lovelier, warmer, more beautiful, benign sense, of “finding security on a chain.” It is one familiar to thousands of loving slaves. In a typical bondage, one is cared for, nourished, sheltered, nurtured, protected, and often loved.
~Witness of Gor, page 586 by John Norman~
“Obeisance!” he said.
Instantly I knelt forward, the palms of my hands on the floor, my head to the floor. “Lick and kiss,” he said. I scrambled forward and, head down, kissed and licked, swiftly, frightened, at his feet and sandals.”
~Witness of Gor, page 322 by John Norman~
“We want a man at whose feet we feel it is appropriate that we should kneel, as women, and slaves. We do not want an equal; that is not enough for us; we want more than that; we want a master. We want him to be strong, ambitious, aggressive, possessive, jealous, lustful, dangerous, dominant. We want him to guard us, and protect us, and own us, with masculine ferocity, to see us as his rightful properties. We want to feel ourselves as though we are nothing before his wrath and power. We want to feel that it is the most important thing in the world for us that we please him. We want him to be jealous of us, and fiercely possessive of us; we want to be important to him; we do not want to be ignored or neglected; we do not want to be taken for granted, or just be “there,” perhaps almost unnoticed, as are so many “wives” of earth; the slave, I assure you, receives a great deal of attention, perhaps more than she sometimes cares for; she, in her service, and subject to his command and domination, is muchly noticed; one of the cruelest of punishments he can inflict upon us is to subject us to the same neglect and indifference commonly accorded to an Earth “wife”; how we strive to be pleasing to him, that that will not occur; but it seldom occurs; better the mercy of the slave lash; he must want to keep track of us, for we are his possessions; he must want to know our thoughts, our whereabouts, and our every action. He desires us, he lusts for us and we are his, and so he is jealous of us and inordinately possessive of us, his relished goods, his coveted prizes, his properties, his slaves, and so he keeps us on a short leash.”
~Witness of Gor, pages 459 & 460 by John Norman~
“In bondage it is your heart, your love, that blossoms.”
~Witness of Gor, page 524 by John Norman~
“I am a slave inwardly, in my need, and in my love, and in my nature! It is what I am! Despise me for it, if you wish! I am a natural slave, a rightful slave, and here, on this world, in my collar, I have found myself at last! Hate me! Hold me in contempt! But I am a slave, and I love being a slave; I love it! I love it! Do not try to force me to be what you want me to be! Rather accept me for what I want to be, and am!—one who knows she belongs at the feet of men!—and desires to be at the feet of men!—their slave!!—their loving slave!”
~Witness of Gor, pages 700 & 701 by John Norman~
I am content to be a slave, and wish to be a slave! I am fulfilled in bondage, in ways that you, a man, or some men, may never understand! Oh, yes, you enslave us for your gratifications and pleasures, you monsters, you beasts! But what you do not know is that we love our bonds, and our belonging, and our being owned, and being helplessly subject to the magnificence, the glories, even to the whip, of your total, uncompromised mastery of us! Do you not know we want men to be strong ,and our masters? Let the twisted and hormonally deficient conceal their seekings of power under the pratings of rhetorics. Let other of us who long to love and serve, and obey, and be desired, dream of masters!—yes masters!!—our masters!
“Yes!” he cried. “I love you, you worthless slut, you meaningless thing! I have loved you, madly, insanely, uncontrollably, recklessly, violently, from the first moment I saw you!” “Master,” I breathed, unable to believe my ears. “Yes!” cried he. “Call me ‘Master’! It is fitting, for you are a slave, and will never be other than that!” “Yes, Master!” I said. “You are no more than a branded slut, no more than meaningless, worthless collar meat!” he cried. “Yes, Master!” I cried.
“You are unworthy to be a free woman!” “I hope so, Master,” I said
“What?” he cried. “—I hope so, Master,” I whispered. “Slave!” he sneered. “Yes, Master,” I said. “It is true. That is what I am.”
“Disgusting!” he said. “No!” I cried. “No!”
“Do you dare speak back to me?” he cried.
“With master’s permission!” I cried.
“You will never be a free woman!” he said.
“Nor do I wish to be a free woman!” I said. “ have been free! I know what it is like! I am content to be a slave, and wish to be a slave! I am fulfilled in bondage, in ways that you, a man, or some men, may never understand! Oh, yes, you enslave us for your gratifications and pleasures, you monsters, you beasts! But what you do not know is that we love our bonds, and our belonging, and our being owned, and being helplessly subject to the magnificence, the glories, even to the whip, of your total, uncompromised mastery of us! Do you not know we want men to be strong ,and our masters? Let the twisted and hormonally deficient conceal their seekings of power under the pratings of rhetorics. Let other of us who long to love and serve, and obey, and be desired, dream of masters!—yes masters!!—our masters!
He look down upon me, and I realized that these things to him, a man of Gor, were not that strange. He knew something of our needs.
He was not a stranger to the nature of females. “I am a slave,” I whispered. “It is well known to me that you are a slave.”
~Witness of Gor, page 700 by John Norman~
Truth does not care whether it is believed or not; similarly, stone walls and cliffs do not care whether they are noted or not; so then let us leave it to the individual to do as he thinks best. Truth, the stone wall, the cliff, are not enemies; but they are real.”
~Witness of Gor, page 586 by John Norma~
“Submit yourself to your sisters i bondage.... as one who is now the lowest and most ignorant of slaves, the humblest of tyros and novices. Watch them. Learn from them. Serve them. Bring them small treats which you might earn. Beg them to help you, to teach you their ways, Beg them to help you, to teach you their ways,
~Renegades of Gor. pg 165 by John Norman~
"The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology. Others are when she kneels before him, when she kisses his feet, when she performs obeisance, when she knows herself subject, truly, to his whip." - Dancer of Gor, Pg. 193 by John Norman~
"He is Master and I am slave. He is owner and I am owned.
He is to be pleased and I am to please. Why is this?
Because he is Master and I am slave.
~Page 184 - Explorers of Gor by John Norman~
"A woman can only respect a man who can reduce her to utter defeat" ~Page 298 - Nomads of Gor by John Norman~
"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?" "No, Master"... "You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become" ~p.210 Savages by John Norman~
Any free woman who couches with another's slave or readies for such, becomes, by law, herself a slave and the property of said slaves owner. Magicians of Gor, page 7
"They all wear collars," is the first portion of a familiar exchange, of which Goreans are fond. The second, and concluding, portion of the exchange is, "But each in her collar is different." This exchange, I think, makes clear the attitude of the Gorean toward the slave girl. In one sense, she is nothing, and is to be treated as such, but, in another sense, she is precious, and is everything.
---Guardsman of Gor, 20:260