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He might bind me, I supposed, merely to secure me for the night. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #25)

"Perhaps Master will now bind his slave," I said. He regarded me. I could not deny that I loved bonds, both of a physical and social sort, those tangible evidences of my womanhood, and my place in nature. He might bind me, I supposed, merely to secure me for the night. On the other hand, I hoped that he might now bind me not for the night but rather for the evening, either in such a way as merely to make clear to me that I was a slave, little more than a symbolic binding, or even in such a way that I should be utterly helpless to resist his attentions, whatever they might be. "You are a woman made for bonds," he said. But he made no move to secure a neck chain, or physical bonds of any sort, nor did he order me to fetch such, hurrying to him, say, with chains, responsive to his command, that would be placed on my own body. - (Dancer of Gor)