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Is this mysterious, truly? One doubts it. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #257)

How is it, they wonder, that beauties in tunics and collars, are obviously so much happier than they? And how is it that the beauties seem to prize the very tokens of their bondage, the bracelets, the collars, the lovely, revealing tunics, and such, considered so degrading by, and yet exercising such a fascination over, their contemptuous free sisters? The slaves, of course, find in the collar, and tunic, and such, symbols of their new freedom, their welcomed liberation into true womanhood, and in them an indication of the transformative fulfillment at last of their deepest femininity, the outward signs, badges, so to speak, of the guiltless, inward joy which is now theirs, of the helpless submission, and the selfless surrender and love, which is their newly found happiness, and rapture, emergent inevitably, and by nature, from the categorical, uncompromised realities of their unconditional servitude. Many, it seems, would rather submit to a strong man than dominate a weakling, or endure the boredom of a politically approved relationship, contractually associating with what is, in effect, a devirilized, neutered identical. They love their bondage, and thrive within it. Is this mysterious, truly? One doubts it. "Are you not Earth girls?" asked blue-eyed, auburn-haired Sidney Anderson of the two kneeling girls, in their short fur tunics, the strings on their throats, and tethers, their hands tied behind their backs. "Yes! Yes!" said the blond girl suddenly, "Yes!" Sidney Anderson, I conjectured, was the first person on Gor whom they had met who spoke English. "What are you?" asked Sidney Anderson. - (Beasts of Gor)