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She is a mere slave. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #1559)

I wondered if she might think, perhaps for the first few Ihn of bondage, until the hand, the whip or boot taught her differently, that she might make a master wait upon her pleasure, until, say, she might be in the "mood," or something like that. She would be at his disposal constantly, at his merest beck and call, and whim. Her personal inclinations and feelings would be of no account, no more than those of a sleen or tharlarion, or any other sort of animal. She is a mere slave. If she really wanted to be in "the mood," she would be well advised to learn how to get in the mood as quickly as the time it takes for a master to snap his fingers or run her by the hair to the foot of his couch. "I suspect," she said, looking into my eyes, intimately, "that this meeting may change my life". "It is not impossible," I said. - (Mercenaries of Gor)