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Who needed to look upon her? I stood naked before the dais, and looked up at he who sat in the thronelike chair. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #447)

I was pleased, of course, because, just as I took my feeding to be an indication that I was to be kept, if only for a time, so, too, I would interpret my being given slave wine as constituting something of a reassurance of my desirability, something in the nature of an indication that I might have been found, these men looking upon me, not without promise as a kajira, even though I was a woman of Earth. Dorna handed me the goblet. I could be every bit as good as a woman of this world, I was sure! I did not even look at Dorna. Who needed to look upon her? I stood naked before the dais, and looked up at he who sat in the thronelike chair. What could a woman of my world be before such men but their slave? And they would have it so! Choiceless we would serve, docile, obedient, fearful, overwhelmed. They were our masters. Did they care what was in our secret hearts? Did they know we wished to be taken in hand, commanded, prized? Did they know we wished to be objects of such desire, that we wanted to be sought, tenaciously and powerfully, and relished? Did they know they had appeared in a thousand secret dreams, as our masters? Did they know that we were born for them, that we would be forever incomplete without them? I asked only, choicelessly, to love and serve such men. - (Witness of Gor)