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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. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #853)

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. And yet it was not a matter of simple sensation, no simple episode, even lingering, of the excitation of tissues. It was muchly other than simply that. - (Prize of Gor)