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It was permissible; there was already a collar on my neck! In the cities, I had heard that even tree women sometimes knelt before a given male, and begged his collar. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #210)

I would see to it. How I hated the boor who had scorned me in Shipcamp, and who ignored me now. How I hated him, and wanted to throw myself before him, begging to be accepted as his slave. It was permissible; there was already a collar on my neck! In the cities, I had heard that even tree women sometimes knelt before a given male, and begged his collar. Even free, they were women; and how much more a woman they would be in a collar! I recalled that long ago, on my former world, that I had felt the desire to throw myself to my knees before him, but I had turned, and fled away, in consternation. Had I been a free woman it would have been easy enough to call myself to their attention. Might not the hem of a robe brush a foot? One might even loosen a sandal strap, and request its adjustment, that one need not bend down or go to one's knee in public, unthinkable for a free woman. - (Smugglers of Gor)