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I would have loved to kneel beside his thigh, that master first seen on a far world, and so express my slave's devotion, hoping not to be cuffed away, to the side. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #54)

He had later looked upon me, appraisingly, in an exposition cage in Brundisium, and had then taken his leave, abandoning me, leaving me separated from him, behind bars, a chattel, caged. He had scorned me on the dock at Shipcamp. How I hated him! And I remembered how Donna had knelt beside Genserich and licked his thigh, beautiful, loving, obedient beast that she was. I would have loved to kneel beside his thigh, that master first seen on a far world, and so express my slave's devotion, hoping not to be cuffed away, to the side. How glorious, how wonderful, to have a master to serve! He had no interest in me. But other men would, I knew. Had not Master Genserich or Master Aeson kicked my knees apart, that I might understand I was, in that camp, a pleasure slave? We have our power, our beauty, our wit, our intelligence, and may use it to our advantage. - (Smugglers of Gor)