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I am in a collar! Such things are not for me! Rather for me is the pitiless, proprietary caress of the master, the kissing of the whip! I am not entitled to dignity, so grant me none. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #1636)

"Do not torture me," she begged. "I am a slave!" she wept. "Surely you understand that! Show me that you accept that, truly, and know it! Do you not understand? I am a slave, a slave! So do not speak to me of dignity and respect. I am in a collar! Such things are not for me! Rather for me is the pitiless, proprietary caress of the master, the kissing of the whip! I am not entitled to dignity, so grant me none. I am not entitled to respect, so show me none!" "Poor thing," I said. "Bestow upon me, rather, if you will, in your kindness, your generosity, what is more precious to me than they, what is less demeaning than they, what is more germane to my needs, and more thrilling to my blood than they, my subjection to the mastery! Forget the reverences, the courtesies, you mistakenly thought owed to me on Earth. Did you not know I was a female? Did you not know that it was I who should rather have honored you, and gratefully, for you were a male? Is the proper relation of the sexes so obscure to you? How you strove to please me! What a fool you were, dear Master! That time is over! Let it be over! It is gone. - (Guardsman of Gor)