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erospainter:

It is true that a Gorean slave owner has no obligation to a slave whatsoever, but on the other hand, it is foolish to think that all one has to do is lock a collar upon a slave’s neck in order to recieve perfect service.
Of course, as a free person, you have the *right* to expect whatever you like of your property, and if the slave doesn’t comply, then the slave has failed as a slave, but honestly, how realistic is it to expect a slave to serve pleasingly if left to flounder?
The answer is that, rights of the free or not, it is just not very likely to work out.
Slaves need guidance, training, nurturing and at least some degree of attention, appreciation and/or affection in order to thrive, and a thriving slave is a more pleasing slave

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erospainter:

Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.”
― Octavio Paz

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0ponto0:

Ken Marcus

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erospainter:

All night I have slept with you next to the sea, on the island.

Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep, between fire and water.

Perhaps very late our dreams joined at the top or at the bottom, Up above like branches moved by a common wind, down below like red roots that touch.

Perhaps your dream drifted from mine and through the dark sea was seeking me as before, when you did not yet exist, when without sighting you I sailed by your side, and your eyes sought what now– bread, wine, love, and anger– I heap upon you because you are the cup that was waiting for the gifts of my life.

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist.

Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

I have slept with you and on waking, your mouth, come from your dream, gave me the taste of earth, of sea water, of seaweed, of the depths of your life, and I received your kiss moistened by the dawn as if it came to me from the sea that surrounds us.

Pablo Neruda

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MSP Bound

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