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Being brought to Gor was thus for me, in its way, more than a dream come true; it was a restoration of human biological reality, a recovery of a rightfulness of nature, a returning of me to the path of my heart, a bringing of me to a world in which I would have no choice but to be myself. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #239)

She knows she has no choice in such matters but to be what she, in her deepest heart, most desires to be, a slave. Why is it that we make such excellent slaves? Surely it is because it is what we want to be, and are. Certainly I knew I wanted to kneel, and be owned, and had known this even from my former world. Being brought to Gor was thus for me, in its way, more than a dream come true; it was a restoration of human biological reality, a recovery of a rightfulness of nature, a returning of me to the path of my heart, a bringing of me to a world in which I would have no choice but to be myself. Here, I found myself at the feet of men, where I belonged; here I knew my identity as a female. I touched my collar. I was not displeased to be a slave. - (Smugglers of Gor)