How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous, imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful . How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters.
Marauders of Gor, page 100

She stood very still, facing the couch, at its foot. She was a bond-maid. She was property. She was owned. "Force me," she whispered. Bond-maids know they are chattel, and relish being treated as such. Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent , uncompromising male, a master; deep with in them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast.
Marauders of Gor, page 136

"My Jarl," she asked, frightened, "is it the second taking of the Gorean master, to which you intend to subject me?" "Yes," I told her. "I have heard of it," she wept. "In it," she gasped, "the girl is permitted no quarter, no mercy!" "That is true," I told her. We lay together, silently, I holding her, she against me, chained, for something like half of an Ahn. Then I touched her. "She lifted her head. "Is it beginning?" she asked. "Yes," I told her. "May a bond-maid beg one favor of her Jarl?" she asked. "Perhaps," I said. She leaned over me. I felt her hair brush my body. "Be merciless," she whispered. "Be merciless," she begged. "That is my intention," I told her, and threw her to her back.
Marauders of Gor, page 137.

She was a large breasted woman. The men of Torvaldsland are fond of such women.
Marauder of Gor page 44.

"Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression `silk girl!' is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold.
Marauders of Gor, pg.144