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Year 10,171 Contasta Ar


Love Being



Here are relevant references from the Books where Love Being is mentioned.
I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them.
Arrive at your own conclusions.

I wish you well,
Fogaban




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Main Headings

Love Being a Possession
Love Being a Same
Love Being a Woman
Love Being Able To Be Whipped
Love Being At The Mercy of Masters
Love Being Braceleted
Love Being Captured
Love Being Chained
Love Being Forced To Obey Men
Love Being Forced To Yield
Love Being Kept Powerless
Love Being Owned
Love Being Property
Love Being Subject To Punishment
Love Being Subject to the Whip
Love Being Treated Strict
Love Being Under The Total Domination of A Male
Love Being Used As a Slave


 


Love Being a Possession
To The Top


She loved being a possession, but, rather clearly, if I am not mistaken, she wished to remain the possession of a particular master, wished to remain my possession.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 224





 


Love Being a Same
To The Top


"You will love being a Same," said another.

"It is the only thing to be," said another.
Savages of Gor     Book 17     Page 296





 


Love Being a Woman
To The Top


"I love being a woman," she said. "I am happy I am a woman, Tarl Cabot, I am happy."
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 304


"You are no longer competing with men," said Hassan. "You are now something different."

"Yes, yes!" suddenly whispered Tarna. "I see! I am different! I am not the same!" She looked at us. "Suddenly," she said, "for the first time I love the thought of not being the same."
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 333


"I am not the same as a man," she said, looking up.

"Obviously," I said, looking on her stripped slave beauty.

"I am different," she said. She looked up. "I love being different," she whispered.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 345


Too, I certainly would not wish to be whipped. I laughed to myself. For the first time in my life, I, a slave, felt free to be a woman. I then loved my sex.
Slave Girl of Gor     Book 11     Page 90


"I love being a woman, Master," she said. She held the chain against her bared beauty.
Beasts of Gor     Book 12     Page 429


"I love being a woman," said the girl. "I love being a woman." She kissed me.

"You are a slave," I told her.

She kissed me again. "They are the same," she whispered.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 93


"Yes, Master," she said. "I learned that I was a woman, and a slave."

"And?" inquired Policrates.

"And, Master," she said, keeping her head down, "that I loved being a woman, and a slave."
Rogue of Gor     Book 15     Page 284


I had not really, in spite of strong feelings and intuitions on Earth, begun to understand my sex until I was imbonded, until I found myself in my place in nature, subservient to men. I now loved my sex. I now loved being a woman. It was marvelous, and wonderful!
Dancer of Gor     Book 22     Page 257


"I did not know being a woman could be anything like that," she said. "How precious is my sex! How wonderful it is! I love it! Now I never want to be anything else!"
Vagabonds of Gor     Book 24     Page 299


Within this woman, revealing itself in the dance, in its rhythm, its joy, its spontaneity, its wonders, were untold depths of femaleness, a deep and radical femininity, unabashed and unapologetic, a rejoicing in her sex, a respect of it, a love of it, an acceptance of it and a celebration of it, a wanting of it, and of what she was, a woman, a slave, in all of its marvelousness.
Magicians of Gor     Book 25     Pages 53 - 54


"I love being a woman," I said.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 390


It is a bit late for such things then. It is one thing never to acknowledge oneself; it is one thing to pretend and hide; it is one thing to avoid meeting oneself; but it is quite another to forget oneself once one has met oneself; one cannot, so to speak, then unmeet oneself; one may hide from the truth; one may attempt to avoid it; one may even arrange one's life in such a way as to minimize the possibilities of learning it, at least explicitly, face to face, in its fully glory; but once one has seen it, one cannot simply unsee it; one cannot unlearn it; it can no longer be repudiated; incantations can restore neither virginity nor ignorance. And, too, I loved my sex, my truth. I would cling to it forever. No one could force it out of me. I was not discontent to be a woman.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Pages 689 - 699


I love strong sensations, she thought. And I now know that they can exist.

I love being a woman, she thought.

I want to be owned, and dominated, she thought. Only here, on this beautiful, natural world have I understood, for the first time, my body, my mind, my feelings, my deepest being, my very soul, my sex.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 185


She stood straighter, but did not dare smile, for fear one of the riders might, on an impulse, loosening his rope, spur toward her and in a moment, as she fled, have his cast, tightening loop upon her. But she did stand straight, and beautifully. She was no longer ashamed of her body, or embarrassed by it, now that it was owned. She loved it, and prized it, and was proud of it.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 673





 


Love Being Able To Be Whipped
To The Top


Suddenly, angrily, I lashed her with the whip. She shuddered, struck. "Do you like that?" I asked.

"No, Master," she said, "but I love it that you can do it to me, and will, if I am not pleasing to you."
Guardsman of Gor     Book 16     Page 223






 


Love Being At The Mercy of Masters
To The Top


"Does it amuse you to have me so in your arms?" she asked.

"How?" I asked.

"Helpless, and needful," she said, "begging, if you wish."

"It pleases me," I said.

"We are so at the mercy of our masters," she whispered.

"Men will have it so," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"I love it," she whispered. "I love it!"
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 593






 


Love Being Braceleted
To The Top


I am braceleted, she thought.

Even in the house of Mirus, long ago, she could not help but respond to her braceleting. Even then, however reluctantly, she had found the bracelets stimulatory. How delicious it was, how exciting it was, that feeling of being braceleted, of being helpless, utterly helpless, of having her small wrists fastened together, locked together, particularly behind her back, her beauty then so exposed, so unguarded and defenseless, in those linked, obdurate, sturdy, uncompromising bracelets - slave bracelets. It spoke to her of her vulnerability, her helplessness, of her subjection to men, of her condition, slave, of her nature, female.

I love being braceleted, she thought.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 512






 


Love Being Captured
To The Top


"I awakened in my bed," she said, "as I was being gagged. I could not cry out. It was a young, blond raider of Treve who captured me. I was stripped and bound, and put to his pleasure, in my own bed! Then he hooded me and carried me to the roof where his tarn was waiting. Later I served him nude in his camp, as though I might be a slave. I knelt, serving him his food. I poured his wine."

"And how did you feel about this?" I asked.

I saw she was struggling to speak. Then she whispered, "I loved it."
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 449






 


Love Being Chained
To The Top


She lay beside me. She fingered the chain depending from her collar. "I love being chained," she said.

"Chains are useful in impressing her slavery on a woman," I said.
Rogue of Gor     Book 15     Page 169


She had then turned to face me, on all fours, the chain dangling down from her collar. "I love being chained to your slave ring," she had said.
Guardsman of Gor     Book 16     Page 290


At night she was attached to the ring, by neck or ankle, so that she would always be at hand.

She loved being so chained. She was slave, she was his.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 693






 


Love Being Forced To Obey Men
To The Top


"What do you think now of your collar?" I asked.

"I hate it," she said. "And I love it!"

"You love your collar?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "I love it." She looked up at me. "I love being a slave," she said. "I love being enslaved. I love being forced to yield, and to obey men."
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 180






 


Love Being Forced To Yield
To The Top


"What do you think now of your collar?" I asked.

"I hate it," she said. "And I love it!"

"You love your collar?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "I love it." She looked up at me. "I love being a slave," she said. "I love being enslaved. I love being forced to yield, and to obey men."
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 180






 


Love Being Kept Powerless
To The Top


"But men keep women such as I powerless," she said, touching her thigh.

"Yes," I said, "and you love it."

"Yes," she whispered, frightened, looking down, trembling with emotion.
Renegades of Gor     Book 23     Page 243






 


Love Being Owned
To The Top


"I am owned," she said. "He commands perfect obedience in me. I have no choice but to give it. I am his slave."

"And how do you feel about this?" I asked.

She looked at me. Then she said, "I love it."
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 139


The dominant male is thus selected for in mate competition; the undominant male tends, statistically, to lose out to his stronger, more intelligent foe; correspondingly, evolution selected for the female who responds to the dominant male; she who fled such men either mated with weaker men, her children then being less well adapted for survival, or, perhaps, fled away, and her genes were lost, for better or for worse, to the struggling human groups; the female who was excited by such men, and longed to belong to them, to masters, and keep by them and serve them, had the best chance of survival; she was the best protected; her children would be the best protected; further, her children would be more intelligent and stronger, being the offspring of more intelligent and stronger men; her lusts, and her love of being owned by such men,
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 164


"I love being owned," she said, suddenly.

"Of course," I said, "you are a woman."

"If a woman loves being owned," she said, "must she not be a natural slave?"

"Answer your own question," I told her. "You are the woman."

"I dare not answer it," she whispered.

"Do so," I said.

"Yes," she whispered, frightened, "she must be a natural slave."

"And you are a woman," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"Draw your conclusion," I told her, "out loud."

"I am a natural slave, Master," she said.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Pages 203 - 204


"I love being owned by men," she said. "I do not find it degrading or debasing. I find it exalting and fulfilling. Do not despise me for what I am."

"And what are you?" I asked.

"A woman," she said.

"And a slave," I said.

"Yes," she said, "a woman, and a slave."
Blood Brothers of Gor     Book 18     Page 108


If some women were slaves, and wished to be slaves, and loved being owned, and wanted to be at the feet of masters, why should she object? What was it to her?
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 186


She had a security, and an identity, in the collar. In its way it defined her, and governed her behavior, how she should act, how and when she might speak, what she might do, and not do, and so on. She wanted to be owned, and loved being owned.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Pages 217 - 218


I wanted to be owned. I was owned. I loved being owned.
Quarry of Gor     Book 35     Page 446






 


Love Being Property
To The Top


She loved being property, and knowing herself property, but I did not think she was eager to be bestowed or vended.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 224






 


Love Being Subject To Punishment
To The Top


Ellen did not wish to be punished.

But she loved being subject to punishment. If I am not pleasing, she thought, I will be punished. How appropriate for a slave! How different from a free woman, she thought. No matter what they do they are never punished. But I must be pleasing, and perfectly, or I will be punished. I am a slave. Men will have what they want of me. Men will have me as they want me!
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 402


"How do you feel about being subject to the whip?" I asked.

"I fear the whip," she said. "I am terrified of its stroke."

"Of course," I said.

This is common with high-grade slaves, delicate, well-formed, finely featured women, women of high intelligence, profound emotion, and active imagination, irremediably sensate, tactually enlivened women, women keenly alive, women profoundly stirred by the floor beneath their knees, by leather thrust to their lips, profoundly responsive to the fingers of a man's hand on an ear lobe or thigh, women with helplessly sensitive bodies.

Such women, being so desirable, and alive, bring by far the highest prices off the block.

"I dread it," she said. "I will do anything to avoid its stroke."

"But," I said, "how do you feel about being subject to it?"

"Must I speak?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I love it," she whispered.
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 304


"So, I gather," I said, "you love being subject to the whip."

"Yes," she said, "being subject to it. I do not want to feel it, of course, and will strive to keep it on its peg. But, knowing that it will be used on me, if I am not pleasing, thrills me. It reminds me that I am a slave, and must obey, and strive to please. It informs me that consequences will attend any laxity or slovenliness on my part, any imperfection in my service, any dissatisfaction on the part of my master. Is it not the symbol of the mastery? Does it not tell me I am an animal, that I am owned, and a slave? Perhaps my master will often have me kiss the whip, that I may thusly be reminded of my bondage."
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 307






 


Love Being Subject to the Whip
To The Top


"I fear the whip, terribly," I said. "But I love being subject to it."
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 599






 


Love Being Treated Strict
To The Top


The stricter I was with her the more she loved it. When I would cuff her from me she would crawl back to my feet, kissing them.
Renegades of Gor     Book 23     Page 215






 


Love Being Under The Total Domination of A Male
To The Top


"I love being under the total domination of a male," she said.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 364


The slave responds well to restraints, and the uncompromising dominance which she yearns for with all her heart. Obviously she does not wish to be hurt, nor, generally, should she be hurt, unless she has been in some respect displeasing, and punishment is in order, but she does want to know herself slave, owned, and mastered. Accordingly she loves to be in the master's power, whether merely heeding his word, obeying, or realizing, in frustration, that no matter how much she might wish to do so, she is not permitted to speak, or writhing in his bonds, helplessly exposed to his mercy, and caresses, should he choose to bestow them upon her, such things. She responds well to blindfolds, hoods, gags, ropes, straps, collars, slave bracelets, chains, and such.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Pages 143 - 144


"Thank you for giving me no choice, for making me do what you will have me do," she said. "Thank you for your command, your power, your uncompromised, unqualified domination! Be ruthless with me, be severe. It is what I want! I respond in a thousand ways! I revel in it. I need it, I am a woman, I am incomplete without it! Yes, make me serve men naked, or as you wish! I love it! It is what I am for!"
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 436





 


Love Being Used As a Slave
To The Top


"So," I asked, "Free Woman, what do you think?"

She turned about and looked up at me, through her hair.

"It is thus that a slave may be used," I said.

She looked up at me. In her eyes there were tears.

"How did you like it?" I laughed.

She went to her belly and reached for my foot. She put her lips over it and kissed it, tenderly. Then she looked up at me, again, her hair about her face. "I loved it," she said.
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 423






























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