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He looked much as he had before, robed, and such, save that now, as he reclined in the curule chair, across his knees there lay a whip. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #125)

But here on Gor, she thought, slavery is explicit, acknowledged, sanctified in tradition and law, and here men are the masters, at least of women such as she. And the women, she thought, how many there must be, as she, who longed to be owned, who longed to obey and serve, who would give all, all their beauty and devotion, all their helpless, surrendering love, to the man they longed to meet, who would put them at his feet, and make them his, their master. She looked up at him. He looked much as he had before, robed, and such, save that now, as he reclined in the curule chair, across his knees there lay a whip. She spread her knees a bit more widely, as she feared that she had, inadvertently, let them close a bit. She was deeply stirred, so kneeling before him, so clad, with no nether shielding, with her knees so spread. She needed no one to tell her that bondage was sexually arousing to a woman. - (Prize of Gor)