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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, Chapter 39, Sentence #285)

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. I had thus fastened her diagonally between two of the rings, her ankles to one, her neck to another, that might be used in spread-eagling a slave, either on her back or belly. Given the shortness of the neck chain and the fastening on her ankles she could get her head up only a few inches from the furs. The key to the collar and the lock ring, it responding to the same key, was, like the shackles' key, on a string, suspended from the same peg from which I had removed the restraining device. - (Vagabonds of Gor)