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I want him to whip me". Doubtless there were subconscious depths and mysteries here which eluded superficial explanations, which eluded the facile, at-hand, convenient, shallow categories of the ideologically conditioned understanding, which defied political mockeries of human nature, a reference to realities which lay deeply, restlessly, in the being of a species, realities which were perhaps born before the dwelling in caves, before the hunting of great, lumbering, tusked beasts, before the nurturing of sparks, and the lifting in triumph against the darkness, in a hairy paw, a burning brand. "I think Master likes me," said Ellen. "Beware," he said. "Nights ago at the dancing circle," said Ellen, "I recall that I was to be whipped. But Master saved me. My master is thoughtful, and kind. - (Prize of Gor)