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It was the touch of such a man which would make me weak and helpless, a yielding, submitted slave. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #167)

I supposed then that I must be in my heart a slave, one radically female, and needful. To such a man I would have no choice but to submit, and wholly, and to such a man I longed to submit, and wholly. It was in the collar of such a man I wanted to be; it was the collar of such a man I longed to wear. It was the touch of such a man which would make me weak and helpless, a yielding, submitted slave. It was the touch of such a man which would set me afire. It was the touch of such a man for which I would beg. But, alas, how can one's slave be satisfied, as in the lament of so many women of my world, where one has no master? I was confident that I might exploit the ignorance, the weakness, of those unfamiliar with the nature of Gor. - (Conspirators of Gor)