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It may be, of course, that this was merely another kindness on his part, that I be now reminded of my status, that I wore a collar, that I was naught but a slave, I do not know. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1281)

"Master!" I gasped. Perhaps his patience was then at an end, or perhaps he felt he had waited long enough, or perhaps he found me, suddenly, too beautiful to resist, I did not know, but he then began, with apparently little regard for me, to content himself. I clung to him, startled. It may be, of course, that this was merely another kindness on his part, that I be now reminded of my status, that I wore a collar, that I was naught but a slave, I do not know. "Yes, Master!" I whispered. I suspect I was not the first girl he had opened. He realized, I think, as I did not, at that time, that at this time there would be severe limitations on my capacity to respond to him, limitations attendant on my opening, and on being a new girl, not yet finding herself the victim of helpless slave needs. - (Dancer of Gor)