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"I was speaking to a barbarian slave!" cried the free woman, in misery, dismayed, furious. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #159)

And thus was I exhibited naked, and bound and collared, in the torchlight, in that dark place, before another woman, I only a barbarian slave. "Insolent slave!" cried the free woman. "Insolent slave!" The cage actually moved on its chain, so incensed she was. "I was speaking to a barbarian slave!" cried the free woman, in misery, dismayed, furious. I had not known what I should have done! I had been frightened, and bound, in the darkness. But of course I should have known what I should have done! Certainly I had been fearful enough in the darkness, filled with enough trepidation concerning her presumptions. Did I not know the differences between such as I and such as she? Was I not such that I would at best be privileged to serve her deferentially at table—briefly tunicked, were men present, were she a thoughtful hostess, for their pleasure—my head down, not meeting her eyes, not even daring to speak to her? Or perhaps one such as she might have me serve garbed in a long, sleeveless, demurely white serving gown, my hair bound back, that I not be too distractive to the males, save perhaps for the collar on my neck. - (Witness of Gor)