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I understood then better than ever before how it was that some women could tear at the walls of their kennels with their fingernails, how they could reach out through the bars, begging piteously for the least touch of a rude guard, how they could, under the deft touches of an auctioneer's whip, scream their passion on a slave block, begging to be bought. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 36, Sentence #934)

"And thus," said he, "may a hated slave be denied". I then became aware that he had left his chair, that he was standing near me. I lay at his feet, aroused, almost unbelievably impassioned, denied. I understood then better than ever before how it was that some women could tear at the walls of their kennels with their fingernails, how they could reach out through the bars, begging piteously for the least touch of a rude guard, how they could, under the deft touches of an auctioneer's whip, scream their passion on a slave block, begging to be bought. "You deserve this," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "Do you know now what it is to be in a collar?" he asked. - (Kajira of Gor)