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It was, I suppose, judging from the look on her face, at any rate, the first time she had ever been locked in a collar. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 39, Sentence #282)

The key to the shackles, on a string, was on the same peg from which I had removed the shackles. I then took a collar with a short, attached chain and lock ring from another hook. I then snapped the collar shut on her neck. It was, I suppose, judging from the look on her face, at any rate, the first time she had ever been locked in a collar. That is the sort of thing—the feel of the metal, its encirclement of the neck, the snap of the lock, realizing it is fastened on one, that one cannot remove it, and such—which women remember. Imagine then her sensations if it were a personal collar, her own slave collar. I then thrust her back to the furs and attached the collar chain, by means of its lock ring, to a ring in the floor, near the back wall, on the left, as you would enter. - (Vagabonds of Gor)