There is plenty offered by the author to support both extremes that you offer in your poll. It will be up to each role-player to decide where they fall on the continuum.
Too, even a frigid woman, in the arms of a Gorean master, can be made to sweat and cry. (Beasts of Gor)
For my character there is no difference in the sex between a free woman and a kajira/bond behind closed doors. Publicly I may proudly wear a thick cloak of propriety often mistaken as coldness or frigidity but it is an act that keeps me safe and only subject to one man who already has dominion over me anyway. My companion.
Virginia Kent had become the free companion of the warrior, Relius of Ar. Ho-Sorl, another warrior of Ar, had obtained Phyllis Robertson. I expected he still kept her in collar and silk, liking her that way. (Hunters of Gor)
His terms were simple, that the woman be yielded to him, totally, that she be as much his, and as helplessly, though by her own free will, as any s lave girl on whom he might choose to fix his collar. He would be, even in a companionship, to the scandal of Ar, master. ($lave Girl of Gor)
But in others of those compartments, Ellen supposed, there would be not free companions but slaves, and masters. In such places she supposed the slaves lovingly served the masters. (Prize of Gor)
Strangely many still believe that JN doesn't expect Free women to enjoy sex. He openly admits they do however he assumes that the natural conclusion to such enjoyment is enslavement. Are there moments when this crosses my characters mind? Of course, but I have a lot to consider in making that choice. Inability to practice my caste, lowering the economic standards of my House, being unable to teach any children I may have and the loss of regard from parents, siblings and even friends. I enjoy role-playing walking this line and I suspect my companion does as well. That to me is the ultimate Gorean RP. Will I? Will he? Do all those thoughts going through my head prevent me from experiencing a “slave orgasm”. Perhaps...Perhaps not.
How fortunate the fellow who has a free companion, one who, however reluctantly, and at whatever sacrifice to her self- esteem and dignity, deigns to share it with him, nobly, bravely permitting herself thereupon to be subjected to the embarrassing and brief unpleasantries of carnality. (Kajira of Gor)
I would believe that in the right situation even a free woman can be a slave and experience the same enjoyment and survive without wearing a public collar.
Respectable SlutsIn the crowd men cried out with pleasure; I heard even gasps from women, perhaps amazingly, startled that their sex was capable of such beauty; the eyes of some of the women shone with ill-concealed admiration and excitement; I could mark the quickness of their breath in their veils; the eyes of others seemed terrified, and, shrinking, they looked from the block about themselves, suddenly fearing the men with whom they shared the tiers; I heard the tearing of a veil and heard a girl scream and turned to see her lips being raped by the kiss of a Warrior, and then she was yielding to him; the crowd went wild; here and there there was the cry of a woman in the throng who was seized by those near her; one girl tried to flee and was dragged screaming by the ankle to the foot of a tier; another woman, with her own hands, tore away her veil and seized in her hands the head of a man near her, pressing her lips to his, and in a moment she lay, robes torn, in his arms, weeping, crying with pleasure.
Yet hundreds of the highborn free women of Ar, many rich, had avidly sought companionship with Clitus Vitellius. I did not blame them. Had I been a free woman of Ar, I, too, would have sought such companionship. To have such a man as Clitus Vitellius I would have accepted his terms. So, too, I think would have any true woman. Surely it is better to have a true man on any terms than to have half a man, or no man at all. Men are masters; if the man be strong, the woman must submit. Given the opportunity to relate to a true man, few women will settle for less. Indeed, true women, in the belly of them, desire to submit to true men. It is an ancient instinct bred into the bellies of beautiful, feminine women. “Remove your clothing,” would my master say to a high-born free woman, suing to be considered by him in companionship. She would do so, and be assessed. If he was not pleased, he would send her weeping from his presence, clutching the rag of a slave, to don it and return to her dwelling. If he was not displeased he would gesture to the tiles before him where there waited a goblet of slave wine which she, kneeling before him, would eagerly drink. She would serve him that night as a slave. ($lave Girl of Gor)
