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She loved being so chained. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #130)

Her thoughts drifted to the slave ring at the foot of her master's couch and the small, coarsely woven mat there on which she was permitted to sleep, a threadbare blanket her only covering. Ellen, she understood, was not to be spoiled. At night she was attached to the ring, by neck or ankle, so that she would always be at hand. She loved being so chained. She was slave, she was his. She wondered if, one day, he might purchase a lamp of love, and love furs. Perhaps, someday, who knew, she might, if she served long enough, and deferentially enough, with sufficient perfection, be permitted sometimes the dignity of the surface of the couch, though still chained by neck or ankle, first kneeling beside it, kissing its furs, and then being permitted to ascend to its surface and then, kneeling at its foot, head downward, rendering obeisance there, before being commanded, or positioned, and swept into ecstasies to be known only by chained, ravished slaves. - (Prize of Gor)