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How could a woman be more presented as a slave? Seeing a woman so positioned, what else could she be? Strangely, the thought crossed my mind of myself, naked, on my former world, in the aisle of the great store, on a master's leash, and then, as he paused, kneeling at his thigh, head down, docilely. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #176)

Instantly, reflexively, I went to position, kneeling back on my heels, back straight, head up, hands palm down on thighs, looking forward, not meeting his eyes, knees spread. My body must have reacted, somehow, when I had thought of myself on a leash. I was now, again, in position. How could a woman be more presented as a slave? Seeing a woman so positioned, what else could she be? Strangely, the thought crossed my mind of myself, naked, on my former world, in the aisle of the great store, on a master's leash, and then, as he paused, kneeling at his thigh, head down, docilely. Others, moving about, fully clothed, if they noticed me, would have recognized me as a slave. I wondered if such might one day occur on my former world, that sort of thing. Clearly cultural adjustments would have taken place. - (Smugglers of Gor)