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But I had not been ignored, not wholly! There were metal circlets on my wrists! I shook the cuffs. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #443)

Was it, so momentous to me, of little, or no, concern to them, no more, perhaps, than that of a pig or dog? How then could they view women, or women such as I? I was accustomed to being regarded, even to being sought. I was not accustomed to being ignored. I was angry. But I had not been ignored, not wholly! There were metal circlets on my wrists! I shook the cuffs. I was not a "pot girl," a "kettle-and-mat girl," whatever such things might be! I was not much interested in men. They were nothing, or had been made so. Those I was familiar with, those with whom I commonly associated, were refined, effete, tentative, weak, apologetic, reluctant, well-trained, correct, embarrassed by their sex, taught to suspect it, if not despise it, so concerned they were to conform to the required stereotypes of the lubricated, well-tooled, socially acceptable interchangeable part, to whom sex and nature were irrelevant, even inimical, as they might threaten the functioning of the great, shiny beast, the immense machine, sharp-eyed and vigilant, like a vast, jealous, carefully constructed, watchful metal cat. - (Plunder of Gor)