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"So," said he, "it seems you do have some understanding of the iron that kissed you". - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 36, Sentence #1270)

Master's slave begs his caress. Master's slave begs Master to take pity on her!" He smiled, and I put down my head. There are, as you may well imagine, many ways in which a girl may make known her needs, and desires, to her Master, and many of these are unvocalized, even by moans and whimpers, involving such things as tying the bondage knot in one's hair, lifting thongs piteously to him, touching and kissing his feet and ankles, licking at his wrist and hand, and thigh, moving in certain ways, staying close to him, kneeling before him, head down, squirming, and so on. "So," said he, "it seems you do have some understanding of the iron that kissed you". I flinched briefly, recalling the sudden, searing pain of my branding. How simple, how plain, and vulgar, how unimaginative, I thought, was the way he had had me beg in my own language for use. It had doubtless been good for me, of course, to degrade and shock me, to humiliate me, to further confirm my bondage upon me, as might the brand or collar, that of a mere female of Earth, negligible before him, a Gorean male, but the contrast with the lovely complexities and beauties of Gorean had been striking. - (Kajira of Gor)