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And, indeed is not the entire life of a slave, her entire existence, in its way, a sexual experience? "Try to find fuel, stay close to the camp," he said. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #3307)

Too, of course, she had cooked in the tarn lofts of Portus Canio, for himself and his men. Yes, she thought, cooking and such things well reminds me that I am a woman, but such things are only amongst thousands of other such things, other reminders which I welcome and in which I rejoice, such as my tunic, so unmistakably and publicly exhibiting my differences from men, my brand, marking me property, my collar, locked on me, encircling my throat, proclaiming me slave! How precious it is to be a woman amongst such men, to be a woman amongst masters! Thank you, Master Mirus, for bringing me to this world! Thank you for having me branded and collared, and sold! Thank you for bringing me to where I belong, and want to be, at the feet of men. And even cooking, you see, can be a sexual experience. And, indeed is not the entire life of a slave, her entire existence, in its way, a sexual experience? "Try to find fuel, stay close to the camp," he said. "Yes, Master," she said. In the grasslands the most common fuel is woodlike brush. Some peasants, out of a village, use tightly twisted ropes of grass, but one needs a good deal of this, as it burns very quickly. - (Prize of Gor)