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My body, in its collar, is alive, and sexual. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #283)

"Like the others," I said. "Even when I fastened myself in my own collar, as a ruse, as a disguise, long ago, in Ar," she said, "I felt sexual, alarmingly, troublesomely, disturbingly so. Master can well imagine then what it is to be fastened in that of another, one I cannot remove. My body, in its collar, is alive, and sexual. It tells me I am a woman, a slave, and a sexual being, a woman not her own but one who belongs to another, as a verr or tarsk might belong to another, one at the mercy of the master who may treat her as he wishes, and whom she must strive to please. Even white-silk, I can begin to sense something of what may become of me, how I will be transformed, how helpless I will be in the throes of passion, how I will be so much at a man's mercy, and will beg and cry out in need". I had occasionally heard, even on the street outside a tavern's door, a girl cry out in relief and gratitude, the sound carrying from behind the leather curtain of an alcove itself. - (Mariners of Gor)