| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 13 | 130 | She sobbed. |
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| 13 | 127 | "Yes," she wept, "I am a View more quotes about slave">slave!" "Now," I said. |
| 13 | 128 | "Yes, Master," she wept. |
| 13 | 129 | "Ah," I said, "I see you have thought of these things before, perhaps in your dreams, perhaps in the secrecy of your boudoir, perhaps in your imaginings, perhaps in putting the loop of a strap about your left wrist, and, suddenly, dramatically, drawing it tight". |
| 13 | 130 | She sobbed. |
| 13 | 131 | "Excellent," I said. |
| 13 | 132 | "It is a shapely limb, is it not? Would it not look well in an ankle shackle?" "Have mercy!" she begged. |
| 13 | 133 | "You are well aware, are you not, of the weight of the chain on your collar, of the sound of its links, and how you are fastened to the floor ring, naked, before a male?" "Master!" she protested. |