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And, too, even in the iron belt, she had begun to sense what might be the nature of a slave's passion. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #331)

Ellen wondered if she were a terrible woman, because she wanted love, because she wanted to serve, wholly and helplessly, because she was eager to be devoted and dutiful, because she wanted to make a man happy, to please a master, because she wanted to literally be his, to be owned by him, to be his complete property, to belong to him, in every way. She wondered if it were such a terrible thing, to desire to surrender herself inextricably, wholly to love. In her heart, it seemed, there had begun to burn, even then, in a small way, small at first, like a tiny glowing flame, not fully understood, the longing to know the deepest and most profound of loves, the most complete of loves, the most helpless and self-surrendering of all loves, a slave's love. And, too, even in the iron belt, she had begun to sense what might be the nature of a slave's passion. She wondered if she, too, as Nelsa had put it, would learn to beg and scratch. To her terror, she feared she might. She squirmed a little in the belt. - (Prize of Gor)