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How furious I was with Paula. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #29)

I then withdrew to the side, and knelt. How lovely she was in her collar. But are not all women attractive in collars? How little we had envisaged such things on Earth! But we were now on Gor, both of us, belongings, owned by masters. How furious I was with Paula. Was she truly such a jewel, so desirable, so soft, in her tunic and collar? How could it be that she had sold for a golden tarsk? How could it be that some men found her, or claimed to find her, she, plain Paula, more desirable than I? How could a master, one such as Drusus Andronicus, a powerful, handsome fellow, find her of such value? How could she have interested a man such as him? Could I not, if I wished, despite his estimation of her, despite her love for him, take him away from her? What she did, could I not do better, more deliciously? Could I not conquer with a smile, a turn of my body, in its tunic? Could I not wrench the heart of Drusus Andronicus, and put him, though free, in my collar? Surely I could do so. Surely a slave, despite the collar on her neck, the brand on her thigh, is not without power. I had had such power, even on Earth, which I had occasionally exercised, as it might amuse me. - (Plunder of Gor)