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I jerked against the chain, startled, and nearly rose to my feet, but then swiftly resumed my kneeling position. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #324)

How ugly I now was! How could I now attract a desirable master? For what had I been purchased? For the mills, or the mines, for work at the carnariums, the filth pits, for work in the sewers, in the tharlarion stables, at the tarsk pens? I did not know. Clearly I would now be of little interest in the taverns, in the brothels, in the gambling houses, even in the towers, or inns. Who now would want the former Allison Ashton-Baker? Not even the boys I used to torment! I heard then a cry of alarm from the street. I jerked against the chain, startled, and nearly rose to my feet, but then swiftly resumed my kneeling position. I was a slave. No free person had given me permission to rise. We are on our knees as easily, and naturally, and as appropriately, as the free person is on his feet, or sits on his bench or chair, or reclines, at ease, on his supper couch. - (Conspirators of Gor)