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What man, I wondered, would truly prize such things, a Gorean, I supposed, before whom she knelt, her lips pressed to his whip. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #548)

There are many beauties. There is the beauty of a slave's joy, that of her passion, and service, that of her submission, that of her lively, vital intelligence, so stimulating to encounter, she kneeling before you, that of her emotions and feelings, that of the all of her, that of the entire fair beast, now collared". "Yes, Master," I said. What man, I wondered, would truly prize such things, a Gorean, I supposed, before whom she knelt, her lips pressed to his whip. The dealer then turned about, and left. I was now prepared to accept the views of my instructresses, to avoid free women, and placate, cultivate, and please free men. It would then be, as I would not have earlier surmised, a man who would be most likely to buy and free me. - (Plunder of Gor)