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But later, reveling in the freedom of their collars, and having no choice but to move as what they are, women, and slaves, they, now perfect and real, having found their identity, and rejoicing in it, brazen in the recognition of their uniqueness, their specialness, and desirability, move with a naturalness befitting the lovely, graceful animals they now are, move with pride and joy, save in the presence of free women, of course, whom they muchly, and justifiably, fear. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 51, Sentence #77)

"Yes, Master," I said. In the beginning, many new slaves, just out of the pens, or shortly after feeling the capture loops, are terrified to be viewed in the garments in which they will now be placed, tunics that make their new status, that they are only slaves, clear to all, let alone camisks or ta-teeras. Sometimes they must be whipped into the streets. But later, reveling in the freedom of their collars, and having no choice but to move as what they are, women, and slaves, they, now perfect and real, having found their identity, and rejoicing in it, brazen in the recognition of their uniqueness, their specialness, and desirability, move with a naturalness befitting the lovely, graceful animals they now are, move with pride and joy, save in the presence of free women, of course, whom they muchly, and justifiably, fear. "Tunics are more comfortable," I said. "It is easier to move in them". "I would suppose so," said Kurik. - (Plunder of Gor)