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"I remember," I said. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #1403)

A hitherto frigid woman, even one smug in her arctic hauteur, one evincing an icy disdain, one complacently proud of her cool, pinioned passion, one contemptuous of her less inert, more vital sisters, once collared, once mastered, undergoes a radical transformation, one startling to those who might have known her prior to her embondment; how offensive she might then appear to her former compeers; how they would now scorn her; and how amusing she might appear to some men hitherto acquainted with her, she now at their feet, a helpless, a needful, crawling, squirming, degraded slave, much afflicted with her newly flaming needs, petitioning them, begging them, for their attention; and men who knew her not would see her now, mercifully, as no different from thousands of others, as just another slave, a common girl, needful, piteously solicitous for the touch of masters. Many are the wonders a collar can work on a female. "When I spoke your name before," she said, "I hesitated". "I remember," I said. "It was so hard to speak," she said. "Yes?" I said. "May I speak?" she asked. - (Mercenaries of Gor)