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"I want to be handled, and mastered, and treated, and commanded, as what I am, a slave! Rope me, if you wish! Put me under your whip, if you wish!" "Surely you crave distance, delicacy, courtesy, and reserve". - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #87)

"No longer," said she. "How could I, knowing what I now know, be content with something so shallow, something so meaningless, with something so tepid and absurd?" "Would you not prefer to be pridefully resistant, inert, and cool?" "It would cheat me of myself," she said. "Surely you desire to be touched, if at all, only with tentative circumspection, with solicitous temerity, with hesitant, even apologetic, reluctance?" "No," she said. "I want to be handled, and mastered, and treated, and commanded, as what I am, a slave! Rope me, if you wish! Put me under your whip, if you wish!" "Surely you crave distance, delicacy, courtesy, and reserve". "No!" "You are obviously desperately needful," he observed. "Yes, Master!" "Perhaps I shall take pity on you," he said. "Yes, Master!" "Perhaps then I shall treat you—as a free woman". - (Kur of Gor)