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They teach us ourselves, and we are left in no doubt as to what we are for. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 36, Sentence #669)

One might expect such chairs to be occupied by administrators, praetors, high officers, masters of large households, and so on. How fortunate I was, only a girl of Earth, one amongst lonely millions, little different from myself, to have been brought to this world! How fortunate I was to have at last encountered true men, the masters of women! How few women do! How meaningful and joyful now seemed to me the auction blocks, the cords, the thongs, the discipline, the collars and chains! The men of Gor know well how to treat women. They know, and relish, what women are for. They teach us ourselves, and we are left in no doubt as to what we are for. I was only a meaningless barbarian. How unworthy I was to wear a collar of Gor, to have my limbs locked in her weighty, obdurate shackles! Yet, to my joy, I had learned that I was one who might not be found unfitting for the slave markets of this world! Had I not seen this in the eyes of masters? Had I not learned it in my helplessness under their uncompromising, possessive caresses? I had some value here, if only as collared wares, fit to be auctioned to the highest bidder! How fortunate I was to have been brought here! How fortunate I was to find myself as I was! How fortunate I was to be the slave of a Gorean male! How few women, subdued and conquered, collared, could know such ecstasy! I was the slave of Drusus Rencius, he of Ar. I was wares. - (Kajira of Gor)