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I was much pleased, but, too, I was uneasy, for his touch had made me restless. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #353)

"Very well," he said, and lifted me up, and spent a few Ihn with me. "Is Master pleased?" I asked. "Very much," he said, "which is your tavern?" "Ela, Master," I cried, hurrying away, "I have only the tavern of my beauty". I was much pleased, but, too, I was uneasy, for his touch had made me restless. I had suffered little in the way of slave fires, but I was a slave, and well aware of the deeper meanings of my collar. My most memorable experience along these lines, of course, was the interlude with the Metal Worker himself, in the vicinity of Six Bridges. After he had saved me from the girls of the house of Daphne, he had dealt with me at his leisure, and as he pleased, my hands incapacitated, unable to interfere, held over my head, balancing the laundry, my fingers, as he went about his inquiries, clawing into that large, soft bundle of sparkling sheets and linen which I dared not release lest it fall and be soiled, arousing me until, I fear, I had well shown myself, to his satisfaction, as he had apparently intended, slave. - (Conspirators of Gor)