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She thought of her former master, Mirus. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #126)

How could anyone expect her to do such things? But surely she did not wish to be again whipped! But happily Barzak was now not about, and Targo, too, was no longer in evidence. She was glad for the soothing lotion. The day, however, was milder than the preceding day, and there was, now and then, a good deal of cloud cover. She thought of her former master, Mirus. She thought of her former life, and her teaching, the classrooms, and such. She thought of many of the men and women she had known on Earth, in particular colleagues and individuals met at various conferences and conventions having to do with gender issues, conventions which were not so scholarly, as she now understood, as political, organized to propagandize an ideology, supposedly scholarly meetings but ones in which political deviancy was not permitted, the participants each striving to outdo the others in proclaiming the prescribed orthodoxy. She wondered what some of the female participants might look like in slave silk and a collar, their small wrists confined tightly in slave bracelets, perhaps behind their back. - (Prize of Gor)