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"One chains and collars them, one uses them, one puts them as one wishes, in whatever postures or attitudes, one ropes and thongs them, one leads them about on leashes, one forces them to serve, fearfully, abjectly, licking and kissing, kneeling, crawling, begging to please! Such inspire in men the mightiest of conquering passions! There is no triumph which compares with the ownership of a woman! With a slave at one's feet, one's head brushes the stars!" "It is so, too, for a woman, Master!" wept Ellen. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #261)

"Who cares for a slave?" snarled Selius Arconious. "Master!" protested Ellen. "One lusts for slaves, one wants them, madly," said he. "One chains and collars them, one uses them, one puts them as one wishes, in whatever postures or attitudes, one ropes and thongs them, one leads them about on leashes, one forces them to serve, fearfully, abjectly, licking and kissing, kneeling, crawling, begging to please! Such inspire in men the mightiest of conquering passions! There is no triumph which compares with the ownership of a woman! With a slave at one's feet, one's head brushes the stars!" "It is so, too, for a woman, Master!" wept Ellen. "That is our place! That is our place in nature! We long to be in our place in nature! We belong at your feet! We beg our collars! We lift and kiss our chains in gratitude! We ask only to kneel, to be used, and to serve!" "But do not speak of caring!" cried Selius Arconious. "I speak of it, Master!" cried Ellen. "No!" he cried, angrily. - (Prize of Gor)