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Does she suspect at times that there is a slave masquerading within her robes? Does she not, at times, hear the whimpers, the cries, of the slave within her? Does she not long, at times, for the collar of a master, for the weight of his chains? Does she not know in her heart that she is his rightful slave? "You did not call for the punishment tag," said the tarnsman, "or the thong". - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #675)

Its hereditary coils reign in each living particle of her body. Truth, primitive and antique, remains true. Her nature is with her, for it is herself. Does she suspect at times that there is a slave masquerading within her robes? Does she not, at times, hear the whimpers, the cries, of the slave within her? Does she not long, at times, for the collar of a master, for the weight of his chains? Does she not know in her heart that she is his rightful slave? "You did not call for the punishment tag," said the tarnsman, "or the thong". "No," I said. I did not care for the large women. I thought discipline, if required, was best administered to a slave by a male. - (Mariners of Gor)