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Bit by bit I fed Cecily and watched her take the food gently, delicately, between her small, fine white teeth. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #316)

After a bit I snapped my fingers that Cecily should approach me, and then, bit by bit, as she knelt by me, and extended her head, delicately, I fed her. She was not to use her hands, of course. Such homely practices remind the slave that she is dependent on the master for all things, not only for her collar, her clothing, if any, and her life, but even the tiniest morsel of food. Bit by bit I fed Cecily and watched her take the food gently, delicately, between her small, fine white teeth. Some of the sul I let her lick from my fingers. I stole a glance at Pertinax, and noted that he, as I had suspected would be the case, was almost aflame with admiration and awe, with delight and envy. To have a beautiful woman so at one's mercy, so much in one's power, so much one's own, fills a man with triumph and joy, even with exultation. - (Swordsmen of Gor)