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I supposed I should have hated him, but instead I knew, rather, I wanted his collar. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #172)

I recalled how I had lain at his feet, supine, stripped and tied, hand and foot, looking up at him, in something like a warehouse. I had seen him but once more, through the bars of an exposition cage, prior to my sale, in a place called Brundisium. I had no doubt it was he who had brought me to Gor, to bondage, and the sales block. I supposed I should have hated him, but instead I knew, rather, I wanted his collar. Surely he had seen me as a slave. Would that he had seen me as his slave! He had summoned me to the bars of the exposition cage, and looked upon me, but had then dismissed me, casually, as the slave I was. That night I had been sold. - (Smugglers of Gor)