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My lips trembled. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #51)

I loved him! I wanted only to be his! I wanted to love and serve him! I wanted to be only his helpless, loving slave! He was here! He must want me. Was I not his? It was he who had brought me to this, to the bondage which I had feared, and for which I had longed, a bondage in which I must serve, a bondage in which I would know myself owned, a bondage in which I would be a mere property of my master, a bondage in which I would find my fulfillment as a woman, and a slave. I was at his feet, the feet of my master! He had followed me, even from Brundisium, so far, to this strange, remote, and wild place, to seek me for his collar! I was his! I looked up at him. My lips trembled. I wanted to speak, but dared not do so. Surely he could see the hope, the surrender, the love, in my eyes. I forced myself to hold my hands down on my thighs, that I not lift them piteously to him. - (Smugglers of Gor)