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How terrible, how unworthy I am, she thought. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #851)

I am on a different world, a world foreign and strange to me, an exotic world, a beautiful, frightening world, a world so different from my own, a world on which I am branded and collared, a world on which I am a slave. But it is appropriate that I am chained and collared, for I am a slave. It is what I am, and what I want to be! Oh, dear world, dearest world, give me a strong master, one who will master me uncompromisingly as I desire to be mastered, that I may fulfill myself, in my pleasing of him, in my serving of him, in my delighting of him. How terrible, how unworthy I am, she thought. I must have those sensations again. I will do anything for them! How terrible, how wicked I am! Mirus, Mirus, she thought, what have you done to me? It was a slave orgasm, she thought, or something like one. I must have it again! I will do anything for it! Could I do so, were I not so chained, I would kiss my fingers and press them to my collar. - (Prize of Gor)