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"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. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #606)

"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". I then, gently, to the fury of Flaminius, took her, as she gasped, and clutched, and thanked me. "You yield well," I told her. - (Players of Gor)