These are quotes from the Books I have found to be of interest on the topic of Ownership.
I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them.
Arrive at your own conclusions.
I wish you well,
The Gorean Master, commonly, likes a spirited girl, one who fights the whip and collar, resisting until the last, perhaps months later, she is overwhelmed and must acknowledge herself his, utterly and without reservation, then fearing only that he might tire of her and sell her to another.
Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 29
Goreans, as the men of Earth commonly do not, celebrate quickness of mind and alertness in a girl.
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 125
Masters, incidentally, seldom brand their own slaves.
Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Page 41
. . . the brand is impersonal; the collar is intensely personal; the brand marks her property; the collar proclaims whose property she is . . . the brand relationship to the free man is institutional; the collar relationship, on the other hand, is an intensely personal one.
Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Page 42
Love on Gor does not purchase a girl lenience; it does not mitigate her bondage, nor compromise her servitude, but rather renders it the more complete, the more helpless and abject.
Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Page 214
A slave girl is a delight to a man; she is extremely prized and precious; that the day of her acquisition should be celebrated each month with special ceremonies and rites is not surprising. These numerous anniversaries are deliciously celebrated, as they may be with a girl who is only a slave, and seldom forgotten; should such an anniversary be forgotten, should it be such that it is commonly celebrated, the girl redoubles her efforts to please, fearing she is to be soon sold.
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 66
It is said, in a Gorean proverb, that a man, in his heart, desires freedom, and that a woman, in her belly, yearns for love. The collar, in its way, answers both needs. The man is most free, owning the slave. He may do what he wishes with her. The woman, on the other hand, being owned, is institutionally and helplessly subject, in her status as slave, to the submissions of love.
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 180
"Please, Master," she said, "take pity on me. Take pity on the miserable needs of a girl."
"You are not mine," I told her. "You are a pretty little thing, but I do not own you."
"Please," she said.
"Your master," I said, "if he chooses, will satisfy your needs. If he does not, he will not."
For all I knew she might be under the discipline of deprivation. If that were so, I had no wish to impair the effectiveness of her master's control over her. Besides I did not know him. I did not wish to do him dishonor, whoever he might be.
Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 48
"One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, listen to her, to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk with them."
Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 203
Gorean men, on the whole, do not free slaves. The freeing of a girl is almost unheard of. This makes sense. They are not free women. They are belongings, valuables, slaves, treasures. Who discards precious possessions, who surrenders treasures? If the slave girl were worth less perhaps she would be freed more. She is too marvelous to free; and if she is not marvelous, she can be slain. Too, what man who has known the glory and joy of a girl at his feet is likely to wish to exchange that for the inconvenience and bother of a free woman? No, slave girls, for all practical purposes, are not freed. They will remain in one collar or another. Men will have it that way.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 90
Gorean slaves, incidentally, are commonly carried over the threshold when they first enter a master's house or place of residence. . . . Not all Gorean slaves, of course, are carried over a threshold. Some are leashed and enter on their hands and knees. Some, perhaps bound and collared, are thrust through. The common denominator of these customs, of course, is that the slave must understand that force, either explicitly or implicitly, is involved, and that she will enter the stronghold of the master, and as a slave, whether she wills to do so or not.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 186
"You were bound in a blanket, and on my shoulder," I said, "when I entered this room."
"I mean before," she said.
"No," I said, "I did not. I did, however, if you will remember, when first I used you, order you to my blankets."
"I have never forgotten," she said. She shuddered with pleasure, remembering the moment. "I was simply ordered to your blankets," she said.
A similar sort of thing is done sometimes when a master brings home a new girl to a house which is completely empty, if necessary, by prearrangement, and new to her, and orders her to enter alone. "Warm wine," he tells her. "Light the lamp of love. Spread furs. Crawl naked into them, and await me."
"Yes, Master," she says.
She then enters the house, obeying. Not a shackle or a cord is on her body. But few women could be more slave than she, entering fearfully the strange, empty house, and preparing herself for her master's pleasure.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 187
I am fond of the slave dances. It is hard for a woman to be more beautiful than when she dances her beauty as a slave before masters. But then a woman can be incredible beautiful in almost all attitudes and postures.... A woman can be very beautiful simply greeting her master, head down, at the door of his chambers, She can be very beautiful in doing so small a thing as pouring his wine, eyes downcast, gracefully, as his slave. Perhaps she is a bit more beautiful, however when she kneels, helplessly before you or lies piteously at your feet supplicating you to satisfy her slave need. Perhaps she is most beautiful when she, collared in your arms, cries out in orgasm, acknowledging you as her master.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 343
I know of no pleasure comparable to the pleasure of owning a woman, fully. It is indescribably delicious; it is glorious; it fills one with joy and power; it exalts and fulfills the blood. It teaches a male, in the thunderous currency of intellect and emotion, what is the true meaning of manhood. Compared to it, the gratifications of pretense and denial, the insistence on subverting ones blood and virility in the name of a false manhood conditioned by a demented, antibiological society, are pallid indeed. Let those who can climb mountains climb then; let those who cannot climb them console themselves with denying their existence.
Rogue of Gor Book 15 Page 81
"Come here," I said, "and kneel here." She rose from the water, it dripping from her body, and came and knelt on the grass, on the bank of the small stream, where I had indicated. I took the comb from her and laid it to the side. I then took the brush and, kneeling behind her, began to brush out her hair. It is not unusual for Gorean masters to comb and groom slaves, or ornament them personally, much as they might any animal that they owned.
Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 237
Surely slave tunics leave little to the imagination. Among the girls, of course, there is little disagreement in practice, though some in theory. The girls, commonly, treasure even the tiniest rag which can afford them some shielding, however pathetic, from the imperious gaze of masters. Too, from the point of view of the masters, the little that might be left to the imagination, small as it is, by such a garment, is often found to be intriguing and stimulating. It encourages them to her stripping. Too, giving a girl a bit of clothing, tends to give one more control over her, For example, will she be told to remove the garment, or will it be taken from her, and if so, publicly or privately? It must be understood, of course, that a slave, having no rights, does not have the right even to clothing. That a girl is wearing even a rag is usually a sign that she has pleased her master, and quite significantly, too. Often the garment of a slave girl does not come easily to her. In private, of course, even rags are often dispensed with. The slave is the property of the master, and, in the privacy of his quarters, she is done with, totally, as he pleases.
Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 330
"May I surmise from this," she asked, "as I know little of slavery, and am new to the condition, that there can be tenderness and kindness for a slave?"
"There can be tenderness and kindness for a slave," I said.
. . .
"Can masters and slaves be friends?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
. . .
"Do masters ever love their slaves?" she asked.
"Often," I said.
Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Pages 101 and 113
The slave cannot free herself. She can be freed only by an owner. The condition of slavery does not require the collar, or the brand, or an anklet, bracelet or ring, or any such overt sign of bondage. Such things, as symbolic as they are, as profoundly meaningful as they are, and as useful as they are for marking properties, identifying masters, and such, are not necessary to slavery. They are, in effect, though their affixing can legally effect imbondment, ultimately, in themselves, tokens of bondage, and are not to be confused with the reality itself. The uncollared slave is not then a free woman but only a slave who is not then in a collar.
Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 273
"The slave who lies about her slavery," I said, "is not thereby the less a slave. It is only that she is then a lying slave."
Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 273
One of the great pleasures of making love to a slave is the uncompromising exploitation of her marvelous sexual sensitivities, her helplessnesses, they putting her so much in your power, enabling you to do with her as you please and obtain from her what you want. She may be brought up and down, as you please, at your will, at your mercy, and played like an instrument. She may, if you wish, be held short of her ecstasy, cruelly, if you desire, or, in a moment, with a touch, granted it. There are few sights so exciting and beautiful as a helplessly orgasmic slave crying out her submission and love.
Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 216
"May I speak, Master?" asked the girl.
"Yes," I said, as Marcus would not respond to her. This permission may be given by any free person and is effective, unless it is overruled by the true master.
Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 486
I considered the unilaterality of the master/slave relationship. All power is with the master. This, of course, has its effect upon the slave. Let her strive to be such that her master will keep her.
Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 127
"It is one thing to own a woman," I said, "and it is another to have her within the bonds of an excellent mastery."
Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 465
Some Gorean masters do not permit their girls to look into their eyes unless bidden to do so, but this is rare. More often the discipline or punishment is not to permit the girl to look into the eyes of the master, which increases her apprehension and, of course, severely limits her capacity to read his moods. That is somewhat analogous to denying her food, or a particular food, taking something away from her. In standard first position the Gorean slave girl kneels with her head up, unless forbidden to do so. One of the great pleasures of the master/slave relationship is the unparalleled intimacy which obtains between the participants, an intimacy which is naturally much enhanced by the ability to see and react to one another's expressions, body language, and such, these things so indicative of thoughts and feelings. Men desire complete slaves, it seems, and this means total, vital, feeling, thinking females at their feet; that is apparently what one wants there; few if any men, it seems, desire a mere body, a puppet, a doll, an empty slave; who could be satisfied with such? Where would be the triumph, the pleasure, the value? What then, in such circumstances, could be the master's joy in owning us? Ellen had been told that she had very beautiful eyes. They were gray. Her hair was a very dark brown. The hair and eyes of Mirus, as those of most men, were brown. Ellen looked into the eyes of Mirus. His expression seemed severe. She averted her gaze. One reason to look into the eyes of a slave girl is to see if there is welcome in them, happiness, anticipation, shyness, mendacity, slyness, deception, joy, confusion, uncertainty, apprehension, fear. If one cannot look into the eyes of a slave, how can one well read her, how can one adequately master her? To be sure, much can be gained from body language. But then more can surely be gained from both her face and body. And from the slave's point of view, how can one best please a master, if one cannot truly see him?
Prize of Gor Book 27 Pages 180 - 181
The slave is not a wife, but a property, and, accordingly, as she is not an autonomous, independent contractee but a valued possession, she commonly finds herself an object of jealous regard on the part of the master. She is not respected, but, rather, sheltered, safeguarded and treasured.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Pages 307 - 308
On Gor it is not unusual to bell a slave, and the erotic clash of such bells, slave bells, on an ankle, in the markets and parks, in the plazas and bazaars, is a frequently heard sound. And the same bells which serve so well to draw attention to a lovely, demurely tunicked slave in the sul market, her shopping basket balanced with one hand on her head, serve as well, doubtless, to record in their jangling her leapings and squirmings in the arms of her master.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 546
Goreans, of all castes, are skilled at thonging, braceleting, binding and such. That is to be expected in a natural society, a society in which a prized and essential ingredient is female slavery, a society in which it is an accepted, respected, unquestioned, honored tradition, an institution sanctioned in both custom and law. Even boys are taught, under the tutelage of their fathers, how to bind female slaves, hand and foot. They are also trained in gagging and blindfolding, two useful devices for controlling and training slaves.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 632
A slave may not conceal her body from a master, of course, without his permission. Her beauty is not hers; it is owned by the master.
Kur of Gor Book 28 Page 95
The word of the master, of course, takes precedence over the word of a free person who is not the slave's master or mistress.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Page 178
I had been an excellent Mistress to the slaves, not merely in demanding a meticulous perfection in their many duties as a lady's serving slave, which is to be expected, but in regulating and supervising their behavior, demeanor, speech, posture, and such. I had been much concerned to improve them, for they were, of course, a reflection on me.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 50
"Hold," I said, she at the door, and I rose to walk about her, and inspect her. "Stand taller," I said, "lift your head, and put your shoulders back. Be proud. You are not a free woman. You are a slave. A female found worth being collared by men."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"And remember," I said, "you are a reflection on me."
"Yes, Master," she said.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 479
There is a considerable difference, of course, between being the slave of a peasant, peddler, or herdsman and that of a high merchant or Ubar, but both are identically slaves. In the collar all women are equal, and nothing, mere slaves, though the collars of some may be set with diamonds.
Rebels of Gor Book 33 Page 41
There are of course a thousand thousand variations in the mastery. Sometimes more is accomplished by what is not done than by what is done. Women are different and slaves are different. Much, for example, may be done with postponement, neglect, and anticipation. Sometimes a slave becomes so distraught, even beside herself, with anticipating the inevitable that she can stand it no longer, and throws herself to her belly before her master, sobbing, and begs her usage. "I am your slave! Please have me, Master! Ravish your slave! She is yours. Have mercy, Master! Ravish me, ravish your slave!" Too, when a woman is not frequently and well used, such being the common practice of masters, she begins to fear that she may no longer be desired, that he is considering another slave, that she may be taken to the market. All the fears and harrows which may afflict a free woman in an ambiguous relationship are multiplied in the case of the slave, who is without recourse, other than her collar and beauty. The free woman, for example, cannot be simply stripped and sold. Sometimes a slave will even beg the whip that she be reassured that her master still cares for her, if only enough to beat her. Slave beatings, incidentally, are quite rare, and almost always of a punitive nature. The slave is pleased to be subject to the whip which situation is quite meaningful and excites her, but she seldom cares to feel it. So she is likely to behave in such a way that there will be little cause, or temptation, to use it on her. Why should she be beaten? She is doing her best to be a good slave, to be wholly pleasing to her master. To be sure, sometimes the slave may be beaten to remind her that she is a slave. Few things so impress her bondage on her as the lash. Under the lash she is in no doubt that she is a slave. Interestingly, the slave, in her tears, often welcomes, and is grateful for, this confirmation of her helplessness, vulnerability, and servitude. It reassures her of that of which she wishes to be reassured, that she is a slave, the property of her master.
Rebels of Gor Book 33 Page 323
"Lift the glass," said the Lady Alexina, coldly.
"Attend me," said Kurik.
I hurried to his side, and knelt at his thigh. I put my cheek against his thigh, frightened. I was still shuddering. Obviously the command of the master takes precedence over the command of one not the master even though it be that of a free woman.
Plunder of Gor Book 34 Page 447