On this page are quotes from the series which I have found to be of interest.
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These are all direct quotes from the works of John Norman and all credit for them is his. Page Directory
Then, . . . the girl kneels. The young man approaches her, bearing a slave collar, its engraving proclaiming his name and city . . .
The room is silent, absolutely silent, except for the decisive click of the collar lock.
It is a sound the girl will never forget.
Outlaw of Gor - Page 52
"Are you familiar with any of the rituals of enslavement?" I asked.
"I, Sidney Anderson, of Earth," she said, "submit myself to Tarl Cabot, of Gor, as a slave, completely, his to do with as he pleases."
Beasts of Gor - Page 183
"Submit," I told her.
She knelt before me, back on her heels, arms extended, head down, between her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding.
"I submit to you, Master," she said.
Explorers of Gor - Page 74
She came and stood before me, and then dropped to her knees, resting back on her heels. She lowered her head and extended her arms, wrists crossed, the submission of the Gorean female.
Raiders of Gor - Page 92
"Submit," I said.
Swiftly she knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. Her head was down, between her arms.
"I submit myself, fully, and as a slave," she said.
I tied her wrists together and locked a collar on her, drawn from my sea bag.
"I am yours," she said.
"You are Evelyn," I said.
Explorers of Gor - Page 460
She fell to her knees before him, and lifted her head to regard him. “I will be your slave,” she said. Then, she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She was very beautiful. “I am your slave,” she said,” Master.”
Hunters of Gor - Page 16
"Assume the posture of female submission," I told her.
She did so, kneeling back on her heels, her arms extended, wrists crossed, her head between them, down, She was weeping.
"Repeat after me," I told her, “'I, once Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, of the planet Earth,-'"
"I, once Miss Elizabeth Cardwell of the planet Earth,-" she said.
"'-herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things,-'"
"-herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things,-" she said.
"'-to him who is now known here as Hakim of Tor,-'"
"-to him who is now known here a Hakim of Tor,-" she said.
"'-his girl, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases,-'"
"-his girl, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases," she said.
Hassan handed me the collar, It was inscribed 'I am the property of Hakim of Tor'. I showed it to the girl. She could not read Taharic script. I read it to her. I put it about her neck.
I snapped it shut.
"'I am yours, Master,'" I said to the girl.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, her neck in my locked collar. "I am yours, Master," she said.
Tribesman of Gor - Page 359
Then, to my astonishment, the daughter of the Ubar Marlenus, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, knelt before me, a simple warrior of Ko-ro-ba, and lowered her head, lifting and extending her arms, wrists crossed. It was the submission of the captive female. Without raising her eyes from the ground, the daughter of the Ubar said in a clear, distinct voice: “I submit myself.”
I was speechless for a moment, but then, remembering that harsh Gorean custom required me either to accept the submission or slay the captive, I took her wrists in my hands and said, “I accept your submission.”
Tarnsman of Gor - Page 93
“I can force you to take me,” she said.
“How?” I asked.
“Like this,” she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. “Now you must take me with you or slay me.”
I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor.
Tarnsman of Gor - Page 109
Commonly, if the master is home, and she is not under orders, as in, say, running an errand, or conducting regular business, such as shopping or gardening, she must, on her knees, beg his permission to leave the house, usually specifying her itinerary and when she expects to return.
Guardsman of Gor - Page 201
It is a common observation, even on Earth, that one man's petulant and frigid wife is another man's, to be sure, a different sort of man's, passionate, begging, obedient slave.
Magicians of Gor - Page 43
One of the great pleasures in owning a girl is listening to her. It is a great pleasure to become intimately acquainted with her expressions and thoughts, from the most casual and trivial to the most delicate and profound.
Guardsman of Gor - Page 183
Most masters, incidentally, enjoy talking with their slaves, immensely; after all, the slave is not a mere contractual partner, in effect, a business associate; she is a prized possession; she is a treasure, and she is all one's own.
Blood Brothers of Gor - Page 246
"And you have already begun to sense in yourself the beginnings of slave fires," I said.
She looked up at me, and then put her head down, quickly. She clenched her small fists.
"Speak," I said. "Have they not already begun to burn in your belly?"
"Yes, Master!" she sobbed.
"Good," I said.
She put down her head, sobbing.
How helpless one must feel at times, I thought, as a female slave.
But such admissions are good for the development of their character, and their discipline. Too, they are very helpful and beneficial for the slave.
They help them to understand who and what they are, and who is master.
Magicians of Gor - Page 316
… it is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife; the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the dispositions of his lovely article of property; …
… For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies; if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten; too, she may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these, too, after she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive; these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar; they awaken her body and, of equal importance for the Gorean, though not for the Earthling, who sees sex with the perception of a hippopotamus, as a matter of body rubbings, her fantastic imagination and mind; she becomes curious, soon, about the deeper implications of what she is, a mere article of her master’s property; then, with authority, with assurance and power, to the depth and height of her mind and imagination she is taught; the slave girl experiences a paradox of freedom; the free woman is physically free, but miserable, fighting to be what she is not; the slave girl, physically in bondage, even to the collar, sometimes chains, is given no choice by men but to be totally and precisely what she is, slave; such women, the slave girls, interestingly, are almost always joyful and vital; they are, paradoxically, in their feelings and emotions, liberated; they are not pinched, not psychologically restrained; why this should be I do not know; to see such women, their heads high, their eyes bright, their bodies, their movements, beautiful, as no Earth woman would dare to be, is quite pleasurable …
Tribesmen of Gor - Page 42
He looked on her intently. He studied her. He gave her great attention. She turned her head to one side, her wrists secured in many turns of the binding fiber, her fists clenched....on earth many men did not even know their wives...Never, truly had they seen them. But a Gorean Master will know every inch, and care for every inch, of one of his slave girls. He will know every hair, every sweet blemish of her. In a way she is nothing to him, for she is only a slave. But in another way she is very important to him. She is one of his women. He will know her. He will want to know her completely, every inch of her body, every inch of her mind. Nothing less will satisfy him. She is his property. He will choose to know his property thoroughly.
Hunters of Gor - Page 145
Free women, in being free, command attention when they speak. It is their due. The case with slaves, such as you, my dear, is of course much different. The difference, however, is that respect and attention is not due to you, that it need not be accorded to you. You are slave. In actual practice, of course, masters tend to pay a great deal of attention to the thoughts and feelings of their lovely slaves. It is rewarding and delicious to do so. How wonderful it is to know another human being so intimately, especially one one owns. There are no secrets between masters and slaves. Her deepest thoughts and desires, as well as her most trivial fancies and observations, are open to him and, because he owns her, of great interest to him.
For what it is worth, the most intimate and deepest loves I have known have been between masters and their slaves, that between the love master and their love slave."
"But the woman is still a slave," she said.
"Yes," I said, "totally and categorically. She may even be sold, if he wills."
"The attention and love such a girl obtains," she said, "need not be accorded to her."
"No," I said. "It is a gift of the master."
Explorers of Gor - Page 354
Most men of Earth do not, truly, unfortunately, pay much attention to women. Men often do not even, truly, know their mates. If they did, it seems that misunderstandings, divorces, and such, would be less frequent. An interesting contrast here is the Gorean master/slave relationship. Men tend to be extremely interested in things they own, and tend, usually, to be quite fond of them. Owned women do not form an exception to this general rule. The slave girl is commonly desired and prized by her master; she is one of his treasures. The Gorean master, interested in her and attentive to her, wants to know everything about her, in its complexity and intimacy. He wants to know her thoughts, her emotions and feelings, in their feminine, lyrical detail. Conversing with a lovely slave is one of the many pleasures of owning her. It is almost impossible for a girl to keep her thoughts or feelings from her master. He knows her too well. Most girls are extremely responsive to their masters, and love them deeply, with that incredible love which can be known only by an enslaved woman, that love which a woman can accord only to a man who is her total master.
Fighting Slave of Gor - Page 99
“Only a fool,” I said, “would buy a woman clothed.”
Outlaw of Gor - 136
A master takes no interest in the squabbles of slaves, it being beneath him.
Nomads of Gor - Page 138
I spoke calmly. "Free men do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves."
Assassin of Gor - Page 202
Masters do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves. Let them impose their own internal order among themselves.
Slave Girl of Gor - Page 132
I have wondered sometimes if a man to be a man must not master a woman and if a woman to be a woman must not know herself mastered.
Outlaw of Gor - 206
Strong men simply need women. This will never be understood by weak men. A strong man needs a woman at his feet, who is truly his. Anything else is less than his fulfillment. When a man has once eaten of the meat of gods he will never again chew on the straw of fools.
Explorers of Gor - Page 12
"It is hard to be a man," I said, "until one stands in a relation to a woman. And, I suppose, it is hard to be a woman until one stands in a relation to a man."
“What relation," she asked, "Master?"
“That of the natural order of nature," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I looked at her. "I cannot know well the nature of your feelings," I said, "but I know, and well, that women are deep as well as beautiful."
"We are so different from you," she said. "I fear you will never understand us."
"It is doubtless easier to put you on your knees and push the whip to your teeth than it is to understand you," I said.
“The man who truly understands us," she laughed, "is the first to put us on our knees and make us kiss the whip."
Explores of Gor - Page 188
I awakened, suddenly startled for the instant. Then I realized what was happening. I was perhaps an Ahn before dawn. She lifted her head from my body. It was hard to see her in the light. The fire had burned down.
“Please do not whip me, Master” she said, frightened.
“You may continue,” I told her.
She again bent her head to my body. She knelt beside me, in the darkness. Her hands were tied behind her back. The tether was on her throat.
“Stop for a bit,” I told her.
“Yes Master,” she said. I felt her cheek against me. The she put her head down on my belly.
“Forgive me for disturbing your rest, Master,” she said. “I know I should not do that. Beat me, if you must.”
“I am not angry,” I said.
“I could not help myself,” she said “though I feared I might be beaten. You do not know what it is to be a female slave, I am so weak. I was so overcome with desire for my master.”
“I am not angry,” I told her, “but do not let it happen too often. It is I who will instruct you as to when to serve my pleasure.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“It is perfectly acceptable for you to lie alone in the darkness, miserable, torments by your need” I said “for you are a slave.”
“Yes Master,” she said. “But may I not, upon occasion beg to be used?”
“Of course,” I said.
She then, lifting her head, began to lick and kiss softly at my body, I looked up at the stars, I listened to the noises of the jungle night. "How sweet, and strong, and beautiful it is," she said.
I said nothing.
“Are you angry with me, Master?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“I love to kiss you,” she said, then again put her head down on my belly.
“Do not stop, Slave,” I said.
Again she lifted her head.
Then I took her by the hair and drew her close to me.
“Master?” she asked.
“Perform,” I told her.
“Yes Master,” she said.
I then forced her head downward and held her in place as is common with slaves.
“You are skilled,” I told her.
She moaned softly.
“Quite skilled,” I said.
She moaned again, a sweet, soft and piteous moan.
“Aiii,” I whispered softly, and not releasing her, holding her head to me, reared to my feet, half crouching. She was gasping, sobbing. She was half lifted from her knees. I looked down at her. How incredibly beautiful she was in the jungle night, so small, so white and soft, her small hands tied behind her, the tether on her throat. I gasped, and put my head back, taking air into my lungs. Then I lowered her gently to the ground.
She looked up at me. "I love you Master," she whispered.
I forced myself to remember that she was only a slave. Then I lay beside her. I wiped her mouth with the back of my forearm, I held her head in my hands and kissed her on the forehead. Then, shuddering, I clutched her. In a few minutes I was calm, in a quarter of and Ahn she felt me move against her thigh.
"You are strong, Master," she said.
"You are beautiful," I told her.
Explorers of Gor - Page 367-368
“The life of a female slave,” he said, “is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her master, one who can be bought and sold at his least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements.”
Mercenaries of Gor - Page 435
Slavery to the woman is more than a sexual matter, though sexuality is intimately and profoundly involved in it, essentially, crucially and ultimately. It is an entire mode of being, an entire way of life, one intimately associated with love and service.
Vagabonds of Gor - Page 53
The slave is not a person before Gorean law but a rightless animal.
Slave Girl of Gor - Page 151
In the eyes of Goreans, and Gorean law, the slave is an animal. She is not a person, but an animal. She has no name, saving what her master might choose to call her. She is without caste. She is without citizenship. She is simply an object, to be bartered, or bought or sold. She is simply an article of property, completely, nothing more.
Hunters of Gor - Page 148
Yes, my dear, you are legally an animal. In the eyes of Gorean law you are an animal. You have no name in your own right. You may be collared and leashed. You may be bought and sold, whipped, treated as the master pleases, disposed of as he sees fit. You have no rights whatsoever. Legally you have no more status than a tarsk or vulo. Legally, literally, you are an animal.
Explorers of Gor - Page 316
How incredibly, and yet rationally and justifiably, I felt at his mercy. He was my master. He owned me. He could do whatever he wanted with me. He could trade me or sell me, or even slay me upon a whim, should he wish. I was absolutely his, his girl.
Slave Girl of Gor - Page 108
"Oh, oh," she moaned, softly.
She looked up at me. "How can you respect me?" she asked.
"You are not to be respected," I told her. "You are only a slave."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"You no longer have any pride to guard," I said. “A slave is not permitted pride."
"Yes, Master," she wept. "Oh, oh." Then she threw her head to the side, on the furs. "I want to respect myself!" she cried.
"Your obligation is not to respect yourself," I told her, "but to be yourself."
Explorers of Gor - Page 175
“I will give you a new name.” She nodded, miserably. Her old name, her old identity, had been taken from her forever. Her new name, though in sound the same, was not her old. Between them there was a difference of worlds, a gulf wider than the dividing planets. Her old name had been hers as a free person, publicly registered, legally certified, historically identified with her throughout her life, until her capture by slavers. It had been a proud, intimate possession, giving her pleasure and dignity. It had ennobled her. It has served, with other properties, to distinguish her as a precious person, a unique individual, among all others on the planet Earth. When asked who she was, it was with that name that she would answer. That was who she was. Then that name was taken from her. She was only an animal in bondage. Her name might be changed, or altered, as often as a Master wished. Indeed, he need not even give her a name. Changing a girl's name, or taking it away, are common modes of Gorean slave discipline.”
Hunters of Gor - Page 225
“What is your name?” I asked the girl.
“A slave has no name,” she said. “You may give me one if you wish.”
Outlaw of Gor - Page 196
The case with slaves, of course, is much different from that of free women, either those of Gor or Earth. Their names are simply given to them, as the names of animals. They may be altered or changed at will. Indeed, sometimes a slave is not even given a name. The names a slave wears, of course, are functions of the master's pleasure. They can own a name no more than they can own anything else. It is they who are owned. Some masters have favorite names for girls. Some masters may reward a hard-working girl with a lovely name; others may torment a slave who has been insufficiently pleasing with a cruel or ugly name. Most girls, of course, are given beautiful and exciting slave names, for the masters wish the girl, too, to be beautiful and exciting. … Needless to say, a slave girl, as she changes collars, may change names. Most girls, in passing from the hands of one master into those of another, will have had various names.
Explorers of Gor - Page 366
A girl in a collar, as it is said, is not permitted inhibitions.
Hunters of Gor - Page 165
“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 - Page 278
Slaves, of course, being mere articles of property, are not entitled to privacy.
Guardsman of Gor - Page 171
A girl, incidentally, in the position of the Gorean pleasure slave, but who is not being kept in the position as a discipline, in which case she remains rigid, is allowed much subtle latitude, which she exploits, without breaking the position. Sometimes, as she becomes animated, she rises a bit from her heels, sometimes her hands move on her thighs, her shoulders and belly move, her head moves, her eyes are live and vital, she speaks and laughs, and, radiantly, every inch, every bit, of her alive, converses lyrically and delightedly. . . . The interplay between the restraint of the position and her animation gives the position incredible power and beauty. Yes, power. More than one master, I suspect, has been enslaved by the beauty who kneels before him.
Slave Girl of Gor - Page 36