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I put my head down, and kissed her, and her lips met mine, yielding, in the unmistakable softness, and submission, and gratitude, of the self-recognized slave. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #604)

I flipped it, and let it fall back. She could feel its weight drag against the chain. "It holds me well," she said. I put my head down, and kissed her, and her lips met mine, yielding, in the unmistakable softness, and submission, and gratitude, of the self-recognized slave. "Slave!" snarled Flaminius. "I began, Master, this morning," she whispered to me, "pretending, but somewhere, I am not sure where, surely by this afternoon, I realized, in terror, that I was no longer pretending. I realized then, to my horror, that somehow I had truly become a slave, that I then desired, from the bottom of my heart, more than anything, to love and serve men, and to please them wholly and selflessly, and in the way fitting for one such as I now understand myself to be, as a slave her masters". - (Players of Gor)