Gorean Book Quote Requests

"Most female slaves," said Hassan, "walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them. In their way, though imbonded, totally, I suppose they are the truest and freest of women. They are closest, perhaps, to the essentials of the female, those of subservience to the masculine will, obedience, service and pleasure. In being most themselves, utter slave, they are most free. This is paradoxical, to be sure. Most girls, verbally, will object to slavery, but this half-hearted, pouting, ineffectual rhetoric is belied by the joy of their behavior. No girl who has not been a slave can understand the joy of it, the profundity and freedom. The objections of girls to slavery, I have noted, are usually not objections to the institution which, in the sweet heat of their bodies, they love dearly, and fear only to lose, but to a given master. Given the proper master they are quite content. In the proper collar a woman is serene and joyful."
Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Pages 332 - 333


Better the freedom of slavery on Gor, she thought, than the slavery of freedom on Earth.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 269


Slavery, of course, is the surest path by means of which a woman can discover her femininity. The paradox of the collar is the freedom which a woman experiences in at last finding herself, and becoming herself.
Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 160


I was learning my slavery. Oddly enough, in learning my slavery, I was experiencing an incredible sense of psychological freedom and liberation. I was liberated from political and economic roles of male impersonation and freed to be myself, a woman.
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 136

"In many cities a slave girl is more free to come and go, and be happy, than a free woman."
Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 82

"But I speak foolishly, my Master," she said, "for what can such nonsense mean to one such as you, one skilled in the mastery, Gorean in blood and power? How little has your own world prepared you to comprehend such lamentations. How meaningless they must seem to you. But suffice it to say that I, who was brought to Gor, and put in a collar, and am an abject slave, am here a thousand times more free than ever I was upon my native world. The thousand trammels of my captivity on Earth I have here shed. As a slave I am more free here than ever I was there. In coming here I have found myself, for the first time, in a world such as that for which I, thousands of years ago, was bred. Here I am a woman. Here I am happy."
Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 181


And the slave, though she is the property of a master, and is wholly his, may in her way find more freedom, and be a thousand times more liberated, so to speak, and more joyous, than the free women who fear and despise her.
Kur of Gor Book 28 Page 638

She whom I sought, and had considered buying for Pertinax, was she whom I had noted on the chain of Torgus, on the beach, kneeling with others, neck-chained, in the surf and sand, she who had seemed most ready or needful, she whom I thought would be the first to plead for a man's touch. Sometimes a woman's igniting ensues as soon as she feels a collar put on her neck, one she cannot remove. Other times it may be a thing as simple as stripping her and binding her wrists behind her body. Sometimes it may be as simple as finding herself slave-naked, on her knees, before a man. Sometimes it may be when she first licks and kisses the feet of a man, when she feels the weight of a chain on her body, and so on. These things in themselves, interestingly, are often no more than keys which open a door which has long imprisoned a distressed and yearning slave. She has in her heart desired to be taken, owned, and mastered. She has never been more free than when most his.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Pages 262 - 263


In the collar she might find her happiness, and a thousand times more freedom, though an abject slave, than she had ever known in her former life.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 135

Yet somehow, though I scarcely dared admit it to myself, I had never felt so healthy, so alive, so excited, so meaningful, so female, as here. I suppose this had something to do with the air of Gor, and the food, fresh, wholesome, tasty, and uncontaminated. But even more, I thought it had to do with the culture, and the ethos, in which I found myself. These were so natural, so open, so innocent, so honest, so real. Here I could be what I always sensed I was. Here it seemed I had found myself. I found I loved what I was. And there was no doubt about what I was, no confusion, no uncertainty, no ambiguity. I was slave. Here, in a collar, I felt myself a thousand times more free than I had on my own world. Forgive me, Mistresses, if you are reading this, but it is true. I must speak the truth for I wear a collar.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 226

And so I have come a long way. I am no longer on Earth. I have returned to the biological heritage of my sex. I have learned to call men "Master," for, as I am a woman, and they are true men, they are master to me. I pity my sisters who do not know the collar. How incomplete they are. I have been the most free of the free, or thought myself such, and am now amongst the most enslaved of the enslaved, and am yet, because of that, the most free of the free, the truly free, for I am no longer at war with myself. I am now one with my nature. I have at last come home, come home to myself, to the deepest truths of my being. I am at my master's feet. It is where I belong. May I prove pleasing to him, my master!
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 715

The finest of slaves knows the whip exists and that it will be used on her promptly if she is not pleasing, and that doubtless flavors the relationship, but, too, fear of the whip is much less likely to be her motivation than her desire to please her master. She is grateful to have a master, and grateful that he has seen fit to own and fulfill her.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Page 595

"Master will collar me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "Tomorrow you will wear a collar, a slave collar, and it will be locked on your neck."

"I will not be able to remove it?"

"No," I said.

Relief, to my surprise, flooded her features.

"Thank you, Master," she said. "That is what I want. I want your collar on my neck, and I want it there, locked, as on the neck of any other slave, for I am only another slave. No more! That is what I am, and want to be. How happy you make me! I am grateful! I will try to be worthy of wearing your collar. Thank you, Master. I will love my collar."
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 576

I did not respond to this. I did know that many, if not most, women of my former world lived in a sexual desert. How astonished then were some for the discovery, on Gor, of true men, at whose feet, stripped and collared, they might gratefully kneel.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 665

He then turned about, and strode through the trees, and I hurried behind him, carrying the pack.

I was very happy.

I was now content with my master. I had been well taught that I was his. No longer was there the least doubt in my mind of this.

He was Gorean. He was the sort of man by whom a woman would hope to be purchased, one who would be a strong and fine master, one who would protect her, and care for her, and master her, and never let her forget she was his slave. There are such men, who so lust for, and desire, a woman, that nothing less than her absolute possession will satisfy them. She is to be owned. She is to be their belonging. They will have her, and keep her, on their terms, on their terms alone, on the terms of the master, as their rightless, helpless slave.

There are such men, and they are our masters.

I was content. I was happy. I followed my master.
Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 555

I was once Phyllis Rodgers, a free woman of Earth. I am now simply 'Phyllis,' and the name has been put on me, as a slave name, for the convenience of masters. Slaves have no names in their own right. Indeed, we have no rights. We belong to our masters. I was captured, and brought to the planet Gor. Here I am a branded, collared kajira, or slave girl.

Here, on this world, I have found my master.

Here, on this world, I have found my identity.

I am a slave, and it is what I want to be.

Scorn me if you wish.

I am complete.