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This was the suspicion that I might not only accept the fittingness of slavery for one such as myself, for I had now come to recognize myself as a slave, but that I might come to find my fulfillment in it, that I would rejoice in it, and would come to love it. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1014)

We are categorically and helplessly embonded. They bring us to heel, teach us to obey, and to serve, and deliciously! I wished that I was on Earth again, where slave girls might go free, live luxuriously, pamper themselves, and even, should it please them, command the weak men of Earth. But what most I now feared, and most hysterically rejected, was the suspicion that there might lurk in my deepest being a profound turning, a sudden, cataclysmic transformation of my consciousness, the possibility that I might admit to myself, confess to myself, a truth I dared not even articulate. This was the suspicion that I might not only accept the fittingness of slavery for one such as myself, for I had now come to recognize myself as a slave, but that I might come to find my fulfillment in it, that I would rejoice in it, and would come to love it. How fearful! I feared I might become such that I would not for the world relinquish my condition, my state, my bondage, that my bondage would become more precious to me by far than my freedom had ever been. I suspected what might be the joys of love and service, the pleasures of kneeling and obedience, the pleasures, too, of being a will-less, subjugated, helpless sexual toy, forced, a writhing slave, to endure whatever lengthy, maddening raptures might be inflicted upon me, a rightless property and possession, the ecstasies of belonging to a man, the joys of being owned and dominated by him, by his strength, his intellect, and his will, the joys of subjection to a master. These thoughts frightened me. - (Captive of Gor)