In every woman there is something of the Free Companion and something of the slave girl.

If a woman truely is, in her secret heart, a man's slave, how can any female who is not a man's slave be truely a woman?

Slavery is cultural for Goreans. They know at is something a woman can be.

There is a Gorean saying to the effect that any woman that relishes a compliment is in her heart a slave girl. She wants to please.

The particular man is terribly important to the woman. He is part of the whole that enflames her.

One shows caring by keeping. And, if necessary, by fighting. What woman...could not see through such cant?

...I think that it is only a slave, in her vulnerability and helplessness, who can know what love truly is.

The slave, of course, it not permitted...ignorance, inertness and mediocrity.... She must serve marvelously and totally. Nothing less is permitted her.

The basic characteristic of a ... woman is, interestingly, femaleness;....

"You are slave," I said. "You are owned. You are female. You will be forced to be a woman.

Only when a woman is owned can she be fully enjoyed.

A girl with living senses and a living body,...is far more passionate than one whose senses and body sleep.

...the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession....

Only in a collar can a woman be truly free.

...only the most beautiful are found worthy of the collar.

Men...desired, fought for, sought and relished their female slaves.

A girl who has not been owned perhaps cannot grasp the feelings of one who is owned, truly owned; but perhaps such a girl, even if only dimly, can sense the joy of the slave girl.

It is dangerous for a girl to be beautiful on Gor, particularly if she is slave.

It is said, in a Gorean proverb, that a man, in his heart, desire 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.

...the condition of slavery makes a woman very beautiful. It removes the inhibitions to the manifestation of her femininity and her deepest needs.

However much he might hold me in regard, however much he might desire me, I saw that I could be to him only a helpless slave girl. Whatever might be his feelings for me I saw that he would have me only at his feet as a slave. I would be uncompromisingly owned. He would have all, fully, from me. I would not be permitted to hold anything back, ever. He would be master, and I slave.

He had chosen the perfection of one man, the complete master, and one woman, the total slave. It is called the perfect bondage, each all and perfect to the other.

They stood away, feet fixed apart, in the garments of slaves, obdurate, rebellious. "We acknowledge ourselves your slave girls!" screamed Telima, "If we do not please you, beat us or slay us!"

She drew back, reproachfully, "Would you not rather be my Ubar, than my Master?" she asked. I looked at her, "yes," I said, "I would." "You are both," she pronounced, again kissing me. "Ubara," I whispered to her. "Yes," she whispered, "I am your Ubara -- and your slave girl."

..."it is said that a woman who wears a collar can be only a woman."

"Though I am slave," she said, "yet for the first time in my life, I am free."

"Perhaps I will put love chains on you again," he said, "You serve well in them" "Thank you, Master," I said. It was indeed my hope that he would do so again, and, indeed, put me in many different bonds, which, in their various ways, for various reasons, both physical and psychological, influence and condition the responses of the female.

Gorean desire. It was so powerful, so ruthless, so absolutely uncompromising.

..I knew that women who are kept as low slaves, and even strictly so, are often among those most loved. Many love masters keep their love slaves, for example, as low slaves.

Even in the greatness of his love for her he would not cease to be her master. Indeed, had he done so, how could she have loved him so much?

How lonely is the man who has not yet found His slave; how forlorn is the slave who has not yet found her Master.

A conquered...girl is one of the most abject and delicious, and joyful, of slaves.

The Goreans claim that in each woman there is a free companion, proud and beautiful, worthy and noble, and in each, too, a slave girl. The companion seeks for her companion; the slave girl for her Master. It is further said, that on the couch, the Gorean girl, whether slave or free, who has had the experience, who has tried all loves, begs for a Master. She wishes to belong completely to a Man, withholding nothing, permitted to withhold nothing. And, of course, of all women, only a slave girl can be truly His, in all ways, utterly, totally, completely, His, selflessly, at His mercy, His ecstatic slave, helpless and joyous in the total submission which she is given no choice but to yield.

How lonely is the Man who has not yet found His slave; how forlorn is the female who has not yet found her Master

"There is a difference," laughed Hassan, "between the pride of a free woman and the pride of the slave girl. The pride of a free woman is the pride of a woman who feels herself to be the equal of men. The pride of the slave girl is the pride of the girl who knows that no other woman is the equal to herself"

"You are slave. In actual practice, of course, masters tend to pay a great deal of attention to the thoughts and feelings of their lovely slaves. Her deepest thoughts and desires, as well as her most trivial fancies and observations, are open to him and, because he owns her, of great interest to him. A man is much more likely to be intensely fond of a girl he owns than of a free individual toward whom he stands in a mere contractual relationship. The latter he does not own; the former he does. The owned girl is a valuable; she is precious; this makes her much different from a business partner. For what it is worth, the most intimate and deepest loves I have known have been between masters and their slaves, that between the love master and his love slave." "But the woman is still a slave," she said. "Yes," I said, "totally and categorically. She may even be sold, if he wills." "The attention and love such a girl obtains," she said, "need not be accorded to her." "No," I said. "It is a gift of the master."

It is apparently difficult to recruit Goreans for service on Earth, either for Priest-Kings or Kurii. Accordingly, usually native Earthlings are used. Glandularly sufficient men, strong, lustful, and vital, without their slave girls, would find Earth a very dismal place, a miserable and unhappy sexual desert. Strong men simply need women. This will never be understood by weak men. A strong man needs a woman at his feet, who is truly his. Anything else is less than his fulfillment. When a man has once eaten of the meat of gods he will never again chew on the straw of fools.

"Honor is important to Goreans, in a way that those of Earth might find it hard to understand; for example, those of Earth find it natural that men should go to war over matters of gold and riches, but not honor; the Gorean, contrariwise, is more willing to submit matters of honor to the adjudication of steel than he is matters of riches and gold; there is a simple explanation for this; honor is more important to him."

The second reason for the bliss for many slave girls, that sequent upon the appropriateness of bondage for the beautiful woman itself, her female joy in being made to be true to herself, slave, was that, given the flesh transaction in a given city, sooner or later, masters tended to find girls who were, from their point of view, superb slaves, and girls tended to find men who were, from their point of view, marvels as masters. It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave. Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery. She must serve him with perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so small a way that the laps would be over looked in the case of another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she is likely to be tied at the slave ring and whipped; there is a good reason for this; she is, you see a love slave; no woman can be more in a man's power; and with no woman must he be stronger.

The female slave submits to her Master in a thousand dimensions, in each of which she is His slave, in each of which He dominates her. pg 155 Marauders of Gor

Human females are such rich and wonderful creatures. Thier sexual life, and feelings, are subtle, complex, and deep. How naive is the man who believes that having sex with a woman is so little or brief a thing as to fall within the parameters of a horizontal plane, the simple stimulations of a skin, the results attendant upon a simplistic manual dexterity. How woefully ignorant are the engineers of sexuality. How much to learn have even her artists and poets. Women are so inordinantly precious. They are so sensitive, so beautiful, so intelligent and needful. No man has yet counted the dimensions of a woman's love. Who can measure the horizons of her heart? Few things, I suspect, are more real than those which seem most intangible.

Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean Master, thought often strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases him, her lot will an easy one. She will almost never encounter sadism or wanton cruelty, for the psychological environment that tends to breed these diseases is largely absent from Gor. This does not mean that she will not expect to be beatenif she disobeys, or fails to please her Master. On the other hand, it is not to unusual a set of comportments on Gor where the Master, in effect, willing wears the collar, and his lovely slave, by the practice of delightful wiles of her sex, with scandalous success wheedles her way triumphantly from the satisfaction of one whim to the next

That the secret slave, which lurks in every woman, had begun to sense, fearfully, excitedly, that she had been brought to a world on which she might perhaps be free at last to emerge;

One does not learn to master a tarn. It is a matter of blood and spirit, of beast and man, of a relation between two beings wich must be immediate, intuitive, spontaneous. It is said that a tarn knows who is a tarnsman and who is not, and that those who are not die in this first meeting.

Then, in accord of the rude bridal customs of Gor, as she furiously but playfully struggled, as she squirmed and protested and pretended to resist, I bound her bodily across the saddle of the tarn. Her wrists and ankles were secured, and she lay before me, arched over the saddle, helpless, a captive, but of love and her own free will.

There is a Gorean proverb that a man who is returning to his city is not to be detained.

To be sure, in certain cities, as had been the case in Ko-ro-ba, women were permitted status within the caste system and had a relatively unrestricted existence.

Paradoxically, the Gorean, who seems to think so little of women in some respects, celebrates them extravagantly in others. The Gorean is keenly susceptible to beauty; it gladdens his heart, and his songs and art are often paeans to its glory.

Gorean women, whether slave or free, know that their simple presence brings joy to men, and I cannot but think that this pleases them.

Occasionally the Gorean, like his brothers in our world, perhaps even more frequently, learns the meaning of love.

This was unusual, however, for normally the Gorean slave girl sleeps at the foot of her master's couch, often on a straw mat with only a thin, cottonlike blanket, woven from the soft fibers of the Rep Plant, to protect her from the cold. If she has not pleased her master of late, she may be, of course, as a disciplinary measure, simply chained nude to the slave ring in the bottom of the couch, sans both blanket and mat. The stones of the floor are hard and the Gorean nights are cold and it is a rare girl who, when unchained in the morning, does not seek more dutifully to serve her master.

This harsh treatment, incidentally, when she is thought to deserve it, may even be inflicted on a Free Companion, in spite of the fact that she is free and usually much loved. According to the Gorean way of looking at things a taste of the slave ring is thought to be occasionally beneficial to all women, even the exalted Free Companions. Thus when she has been irritable or otherwise troublesome even a Free Companion may find herself at the foot of the couch looking forward to a pleasant night on the stones, stripped, with neither mat nor blanket, chained to a slave ring precisely as though she were a lowly slave girl.

It is the Gorean way of reminding her, should she need to be reminded, that she, too, is a woman, and thus to be dominated, to be subject to men. Should she be tempted to forget this basic fact of Gorean life the slave ring set in the bottom of each Gorean couch is there to refresh her memory.

Gor is a man's world.

The Gorean woman, for reasons that are not altogether clear to me, considering the culture, rejoices in being a woman. She is often an exciting, magnificent, glorious creature, outspoken, talkative, vital, active, spirited. On the whole I find her more joyful than many of her earth-inhabiting sisters who, theoretically at least, enjoy a more lofty status, although it is surely true that on my old world I have met several women with something of the Gorean zest for acknowledging the radiant truth of their sex, the gifts of joy, grace and beauty, tenderness, and fathoms of love that we poor men, I suspect, may sometimes and tragically fail to understand, to comprehend.

Yet with all due respect and regard for the most astounding and marvelous sex, I suspect that, perhaps partly because of my Gorean training, it is true that a touch of the slave ring is occasionally beneficial.

And yet it was not a strange thing, particularly not on Gor, where bravery is highly esteemed and to save a female's life is in effect to win title to it, for it is the option of a Gorean male to enslave any woman whose life he has saved, a right which is seldom denied even by the citizens of the girl's city or her family.

The Gorean attitude is that she would be dead were it not for his brave action and thus it is his right, now that he has won her life, to make her live it for him precisely as he pleases, which is usually, it must unfortunately be noted, as his slave girl.

The privileges of Free Companionship are never bestowed lightly.

The Gorean man, as a man, cheerfully and dutifully attends to the rescuing of his female in distress, but as a Gorean, as a true Gorean, he feels, perhaps justifiably and being somewhat less or more romantic than ourselves, that he should have something more for his pains than her kiss of gratitude and so, in typical Gorean fashion, puts his chain on the wench, claiming both her and her body as his payment.

"It is a strange feeling," she said, "to know that someone -truly- is your master, to know that not only has he the right to do with you as he pleases but that he will, that your will is nothing to him, that it is your will and not his that must bend, that you are helpless and must -and will- do what he says, that you must obey."

"Every woman in her heart," said Vika, "wants to wear the chains of a man." This seemed to me quite doubtful. Vika looked up and smiled. "Of course," she said, "we would like to choose the man."

"Women wish to be free," I told her. "Yes," she said, "we also wish to be free." She smiled. "In every woman," she said, "there is something of the Free Companion and something of the Slave Girl."

I smiled at Vika's very natural correction of her mode of addressing me, for a slave girl is seldom permitted, at least publicly, to address her master by his name, only his title. The privilege of using his name, of having it on her lips, is, according to the most approved custom, reserved for that of a free woman, in particular a Free Companion. Gorean thinking on this matter tends to be expressed by the saying that a slave girl grows bold if her lips are allowed to touch the name of her master. On the other hand, I, like many Gorean masters, provided the girl was not testing or challenging me, and provided that free women, or others, were not present whom I had no wish to offend or upset, preferred as a matter of fact to have my own name on the girl's lips, for I think, with acknowledged vanity, that there are few sounds as pleasurable as the sound of one's own name on the lips of a beautiful woman.

In Gorean mythology it is said that there was once a war between men and women and that the women lost, and that the Priest Kings, not wishing the women to be killed, made them all beautiful, but as the price of this gift, decreed that they, and their daughters, to the end of time, would be the slaves of Men. Dancer of Gor pg 352 How brave women can be within the context of conventions ... did they not know that one day men might say to them, "The castle does not exist," and that they might then find themselves once again, the patience of men ended, the folly concluded, the game over, struck to their place in nature, gazing upward at masters?
-- Players of Gor, page 129

It is unusual to find a woman unescorted outside the walls of a city, even near the walls.
-- Outlaw of Gor, page 50

"Fool!" she said. "Sleen! I am Tarna!" She lifted the scimitar. "I am more than a match for any man!" she cried. I met her charge. She was not unskillful. I fended her blows. I did not lay the weight of my own steel on hers, that I not tire her arm. I let her strike, and slash, and feint and thrust. Twie she drew back suddenly in fear, almost a wince, or reflex, realzing she had exposed herself to my blade, but I had not struck her. "You are not a match for a warrior," I told her. It was true. I had crossed steel with hundreds of men, in practice and in the fierce games of war, who could have finished her, sweiftly and with ease, had they chosen to do so. In fury, again, she attacked. Again I met her attack, toying with the beauty. She wept, striking wildly. I was within her guard, the blade at her belly. She stepped back. Again, she fought. This time I moved toward her, letting her feel the weight of the steel, the weight of a man's arm. She suddenly found erself backed aainst a pillar. She could scarcely lift her arm. My blade was at her breast. I stepped back.She stumbled from the pillar, wild. Again she lifted the scimitar; again she tried to attack. I met her blade, high, forcing it down; she slipped to one knee, looking up, trying to keep the blade away; she wept; she had no leverage, her strength was gone; I thrust her back, and she fell on her back before me on the tiles; my left boot, heavy, was on her right wrist; the smallhand opened and the scimitar slipped tothe tiles; the point of the blade was at her throat. "Stand up," I told her. I broke her scimiatar at the hilt and flung it to a corner of the room. ... Hassan grinned. "She is your capture," he said. "First capture rights are yours."
-- Tribesmen of Gor, page329

On Gor a woman normally travels only with a suitable retinue of armed guards. Women, on this barbaric world, are often regarded, unfortunately, as little more than love prizes, the fruits of conquest and seizure. Too often they are seen less as persons, human beings with rights, individuals worthy of concern and regrd than as potential pleasure slaves, silken, bangled prisoners, possible adornments to the pleasure gardens of their captors. There is a saying on Gor tht the laws of a city extend no further than its walls.
--Outlaw of Gor, page 50

Something of the nature of the institution of capture, and the Gorean's attitude toward it, becomes clear when it is understood that one of a young tarnsman's first missions is often the capture of a slave for her personal quarters.
-- Outlaw of Gor, page 51

It was customary on Gor for a female captive to kneel in the presence of her captor, but she was, after all, a Tatrix, and I did not wish to enforce the point.
-- Outlaw of Gor, page 133

"I think so," she said. " I think I wanted you to kill me." Then she looked at me. "But I am not sure."
"Why did you want to die?" I asked. "I who was Tatrix of Tharna," she said, her eyes downcast, "did not wish to live as a slave."
-- Outlaw of Gor, page 199

I knew that Dorna would have little chance alone on Gor. Resourceful as she was, even carrying riches as she must be, she was still only a woman and, on Gor, even a silver mask needs the sword of a man to protect her. She might fall prey to bests, perhaps even to her own tarn, or be captured by a roving tarnsman or a band of slavers.
-- Outlaw of Gor, page 243

The Gorean girl is, even if free, accustomed to slavery; she will perhaps own one or more slaves herself; she knows that she is weaker than men and what this can mean; she knows that cities fall and caravans are plundered; she knows she might even, by a sufficiently bold warrior, be captured in her own quarters and, bound and hooded, be carried by tarn back over the wall of her own city. Moreover, even if she is never enslaved, she is familiar with the duties of slaves and what is expected of them; if she should be enslaved she will know , on the whole, what is expected of her what is permitted her and not; moreover the Gorean girl is literally educated, fortunately or not, to the notion that it is of great importance to know how to please men; accordingly, even girls who will be free companions, and never slaves, learn the preparation and serving of exotic dishes, the art of walking, and standing, and being beautiful, the care of a mans equipment, the love dances of their city, and so on.
-- Nomads of Gor, page 63

This harsh treatment, incidentally, when she is thought to deserve it, may even be inflicted on a free companion, in spite of the fact that she is free and usually much loved. According to the Gorean way of looking at things a taste of the slave ring is thought to be occasionally beneficial to all women, even the exalted free woman. Thus when she has been irratable or otherwise troublesome even a Free Companion may find herself at the foot of the couch looking forward to a pleasant night on the stones, stripped, with neither mat nor blanket, chained to the slave ring precisely as though she were a lowly slave girl. It is the Gorean way of reminding her, should she need to be reminded, that she, too, is a woman, and thus to be dominated, to be subject to men. Should she be tempted to forget this basic fact of Gorean life the slave ring set in the bottom of each Gorean couch is there to refresh her memory. Gor is a man`s world.
-- Priest Kings of Gor, page67

Any free woman who couches with another`s slave or readies for such, becomes, by law, herself a slave and the property of said slaves owner.
-- Magicians of Gor, page 7

theft, or capture, if you prefer, conferred rights over me. I would belong to, and must fully serve, anyone into whose effective possession I came, even if it had been by theft. the original Master, of course, has the right to recover his property, which remains technically his for a period of one week. If I were to flee the thief, however, after he has consolidated his hold on me, for example, kept me even for a night, I could , actually in Gorean Law, be counted as a runaway slave, from him, even though he did not technically own me yet, and punished accordingly. Analogies are that it is not permitted animals to flee the tethers on their necks, or flee the posts in which they find themselves penned, that money must retain its value, and buying power, regardless of who has it in hand, and so on. Strictures of this sort, do not apply to free persons , such as free women. The free women is entitled to attempt to flee her captor , as best she can, and without penalty, even after the first night in his bonds, if she still chooses to do so. If she is enslaved, of course, then she is subject too, the same customs, and practices, and laws, as any other slave.
-- Dancers of Gor, page 96

The Gorean is suspicious of the stranger, particularly in the vicinity of his native walls. Indeed, in Gorean the same word is used for both stranger and enemy.
-- Outlaws of Gor, page 49

The Wagon Peoples, it is said, slay strangers.
-- Nomads of Gor, page 9