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The thought passed my mind that it might be nice to have Miss Henderson, not in some simple sense, merely, say, that of a transitory physical conjunction, but in a full proprietary sense, that of an uncompromised and absolute ownership, thus one in which not only all physicalities, and possessings, of whatever nature, and however frequent or lengthy, might be enjoined upon her at one's least whim, that would go without saying, but one in which would be involved as well many other things, for example, strippings, kneelings, bellyings, lickings and kissings, posings and writhings, crawlings and dancings, and such, at as little as the snapping of one's fingers, and surely, too, having at one's disposal, deliciously, all her conceivable labors and services. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #157)

"She is obviously a slave," said the girl, "thus someone's slave. Who has her?" "No one has her," I said. "She is free". The thought passed my mind that it might be nice to have Miss Henderson, not in some simple sense, merely, say, that of a transitory physical conjunction, but in a full proprietary sense, that of an uncompromised and absolute ownership, thus one in which not only all physicalities, and possessings, of whatever nature, and however frequent or lengthy, might be enjoined upon her at one's least whim, that would go without saying, but one in which would be involved as well many other things, for example, strippings, kneelings, bellyings, lickings and kissings, posings and writhings, crawlings and dancings, and such, at as little as the snapping of one's fingers, and surely, too, having at one's disposal, deliciously, all her conceivable labors and services. Does one truly own a slave until she is at your feet diligently polishing your leather, looking up occasionally, hoping you will be satisfied; she does not wish to be beaten; until she is in your kitchen, preparing your food; until she is serving it, humbly, perhaps nude, as you might wish her then, and then kneeling to one side, waiting to see if she will be fed; until she, hair bound in a scarf, perhaps nude otherwise, attends to your quarters, perhaps while you watch, she sedulously tidying up for you, dusting and cleaning, mopping and scrubbing; and be sure she will clean, too, beneath the sparse furniture; that is important, too; and should she not air out the furs of love, adjust the wick on the rape lamp, and buff and kiss the slave ring at the foot of your couch, to which at night she is chained; until she, at the public troughs, with other girls, laughing and chatting, launders for you, until she, the coin bag tied to her collar, shrewdly markets for you, such things. That is to truly have a woman, to have her wholly yours, to have her totally at your beck and call. That is, of course, as one has a slave. - (Rogue of Gor)