REMEMBERING JOHN GORD

A short while ago, I read again my favorite book of John Gord, „Trylon 31“.
Not only in the novel an entire planet of strong, proud Amazons is invaded and each and every single woman on it is packaged and enslaved, which is my biggest fantasy of all, it also contains my favorite Gord-scene of all time.
My favorite Gord-scene of all time, both the text and the accompanying picture, is the “bottling” of the sentenced TrylonAmazons.
Since reading the scene and looking at the drawing for the first time, I have always fantasized about me and my actual lover being among the girls and going through the process.
I wont go into detail here as it would probably cross deviantarts limits.
In my fantasy, we would not be placed on the surface of an uninhabited moon, but into the plaza of a big city, displayed publicly, my lover and I facing each other.
When finally released from our predicament, we would be eager, willing slaves, our pride, arrogance, toughness all gone, we shown that we were females.
The scene by Gord and my fantasy developing out of it was an important milestone for me in finding out more about my sexual tastes and desires.
I never had the opportunity to thank John Gord for that.
By now, he is dead.
But I am remembering him, or better his work, fondly. From time to time, I take one of his books and read them again.
They are very hard stuff, surely not to every ones liking among bondage lovers.
Some of us stop going further after reaching a certain level. That is ok in my book.
Others, like me, go further after some time, testing their limits.
John Gords works helped me with that.
Despite the very heavy nature of  his stuff, I never got the impression that he hated my gender or wanted to humiliate and torture us.
Quite to the contrary, I think he loved and adored women, and understood them quite well.
As said, I remember him fondly.