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To be sure, a woman whose slave fires have not been ignited may have little understanding of this sort of thing, little understanding of the needs, sensations, miseries, and torments to which their embonded sisters are subject. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #102)

Whatever the case may be initially, once the slave fires have been lit in a woman's belly, whatever her coloring, and such, you have a slave at your feet. The blonde can whimper, beg, and crawl as needfully as any other slave. It is pleasant to have women so, at one's feet. To be sure, a woman whose slave fires have not been ignited may have little understanding of this sort of thing, little understanding of the needs, sensations, miseries, and torments to which their embonded sisters are subject. It is little wonder then that free women commonly hold female slaves in contempt, despising them for their needs. How weak they are, they think. But how alive they actually are! And how the free woman, fearing to explore the edges of her consciousness, uneasily, perhaps angrily, perhaps inconsolably, senses how much she is missing, herself, to be found only in the arms of a dominant male, a master! I glanced about the hut. - (Swordsmen of Gor)