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Perhaps he remembered her from a former time, when she was free, from a time of robes, and veils, and refinements, and conventions, and distances. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #396)

"Please, Master," she wept, "please, please!" "You may speak," he said, angrily, not looking back. I put my fingers to my bosom, catching my breath. Had he turned back would he not have been softened, or even overcome, by the beauty of the prone, chained slave in the corridor? How lovely she was! He did not look back. Perhaps he remembered her from a former time, when she was free, from a time of robes, and veils, and refinements, and conventions, and distances. But such things, and times, were gone now. "Master, Master!" she called out. "Forgive me! Forgive me! I did not know you were a master! I have always loved you, Master, but I thought you weak! I did not know you were a master! You did not make it clear to me! I know you liked me, I know you wanted me! I know you desired me! I was a fool, Master! Forgive me! I see you so differently now! I now want to please you! I want to please you! Please have me sent to your rooms! I want to please you—as a slave!—as a slave! Renata, only a slave, begs to be given the opportunity to strive to give Master inordinate pleasures! Please have Renata sent to your rooms! She begs to crawl to you, permitted to bring you your whip, in her teeth! Please, Master, have Renata sent to your rooms! She is untutored! Instruct her! She desires to give you pleasure". - (Kajira of Gor)