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.
Guardsmen of Gor Book 16 Page 183
"The girl ran to my side in a swirl of many-colored silks and from beneath the Robes of Concealment she withdrew my sword and kneeling at my side lowered her head and placed it in my hand. "Cabot my Master!" she cried.
Priest-Kings of Gor Page 266
The female slave, in her excitement and beauty, is an embodiment of sensuality, love and service. (Vagabonds of Gor, pg 260)
"From the box he then took a small, curved knife and a tiny, cylindrical leather flask. I gritted my teeth, but made no sound. With the small knife he gashed my left thigh, making upon it a small, strange design. He then took a powder, orange in color, from the flask and rubbed it into the wound." Explorers of Gor page 330