All woman wish the strength of a man, all woman wish, in some form, to be dominated. Many woman are too proud or independent to believe such is true, however, within the depths of their souls, a fire burns.
"Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality" Page 55 - Beasts of Gor
As the fire in her belly burns her skin shudders thoughts of Him dance in her mind, tinker lifted herself from the tile flooring, gracefully rolling from her side up onto her knees, as she rolls her back long golden blond hair cascades around her supple curves, slowly, inch by inch, lifted herself to a kneeling position, as fluid a swan glides across the pond. Body erect, the her head slowly rises, with a swirl of her blond, loose hair. Then, looking to scan the room for Him as her lungs fill with His scent a smile erodes upon her ruby red lips, suddenly she bent forward impulsively , as a feather floating to the ground, hands on the tiles, head down, soft supple lips kissed the cool tiles at His feet. she rolls her heavenly blue eyes up at him. As if silently begging Him yearn His touch knowing only He could tame the fire that torchers her soul."Sexuality is a glory in a slave girl which sets her apart from free women...The sexuality of the aroused slave girl is incomprehensible to the free woman. It is nothing she will ever understand. It is a color she can not see, a sound she can not hear..." Page 333 - Tribesmen of Gor
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