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"Speak," she said, "as though our pleasures were nothing, which perhaps they are, but it is clearly one of the joys of the mastery to see the effect wrought upon a slave by your attentions. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #401)

In the arms of any man you would leap and cry out". "Does it not give Master pleasure to know I am so subjugated, so unmitigatedly and irremediably subjugated, that I am so much his, and that in his arms I experience the most ecstatic of joys, those of the overcome, yielding and ravished slave?" "Who cares," asked he, "aught of a slave's pleasure?" "You, Master!" she exclaimed. "Bold slave," he said. "Speak," she said, "as though our pleasures were nothing, which perhaps they are, but it is clearly one of the joys of the mastery to see the effect wrought upon a slave by your attentions. You cannot tell me it is not a triumph for you, and a pleasure, to see a slave begging and pleading for more, fearing only that you will not continue, weeping with gratitude, half blinded with ecstasy, in the throes of her submission orgasms". "I acknowledge," he said, "it is pleasant to have a slave so, to have her so much in your power, to force her, if one wishes, she willing or not, to undergo such pleasures". "Do you think, Master, that we do not desire such pleasures?" "I suppose you want them," he said, "you are not free women. - (Prize of Gor)