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It was little wonder that even free women sometimes secretly affixed collars on their own necks and examined themselves in mirrors, perhaps speculating on what prices they might bring in a market or on how well one such as they might please a master, before hastening to remove them and, weeping, casting themselves in ravaging, forlorn unease upon the cold beddings of lonely couches. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #270)

But it was only some loops of rawhide. I wondered what would have been their reactions if they had seen the light, gleaming, closely encircling slave collars of the high cities of Gor, or the graceful loops of Turia. They had little idea of how beautiful a woman could be in such collars. It was little wonder that even free women sometimes secretly affixed collars on their own necks and examined themselves in mirrors, perhaps speculating on what prices they might bring in a market or on how well one such as they might please a master, before hastening to remove them and, weeping, casting themselves in ravaging, forlorn unease upon the cold beddings of lonely couches. "Come away!" said Radish. I noted that even the men, furtively, with but one exception, observed the collaring of the beautiful female. I saw that they, too, wished they had a female to collar. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)