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To be sure, more than one kettle-and-mat girl has blossomed in bondage, and become a dream of delight to her presumably impecunious master. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #1267)

Perhaps to some extent, too, such garmenture, in its lovely degradation, protects the slave from the fury of free women—is the slut not already sufficiently exposed and shamed, but why do they bear their beauty with such defiant and brazen pride? What right have they to be so content, so radiant, in their degrading collars?—and, too, in its display, it supposedly makes the slave the more likely target of roving tarnsmen, itinerant slavers, brigands, and such, much more so than her heavily garmented free sister. Such a predator, in the case of the slave, has a good idea of the quality of his quarry, before he gets his rope on her. Few men care to risk their lives to take a woman who, disrobed and unveiled, may prove to be worthy at best of no more than a kettle-and-mat sale. To be sure, more than one kettle-and-mat girl has blossomed in bondage, and become a dream of delight to her presumably impecunious master. Indeed, some of the happiest of slaves seem to be those who find themselves in what most might deem a humble bondage at best. Much depends on the particular master and slave. Sometimes it seems the beauty of a slave is visible to few but the master, perhaps only to those who, thoughtful and discerning, have the eyes to see it. - (Renegades of Gor)