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But it seemed to me, still, this way of rendering obeisance, to be a way of expressing even to it, even to what was perhaps some sort of monster, that I was a slave, and desired to be pleasing. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #46)

Sometimes one may perform it as a way of pleading, even, for one's life. And this thing to which I now addressed these attentions, I knew, might not even be human. It seemed to me, in effect, a monster. But it seemed to me, still, this way of rendering obeisance, to be a way of expressing even to it, even to what was perhaps some sort of monster, that I was a slave, and desired to be pleasing. I was, after all, subject to its domination, as I would have been to an individual master, one who had, say, bought me off a block. He bent down and lifted me up, and then sat me back, my back against the retaining wall, separating the well-like enclosure from the walkway. "Can you untie her ankles?" he asked the female slave. - (Witness of Gor)