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But I did not want to be beaten! And then I thought, wildly, pathetically, yes, beat me, beat me, Master, impress your ownership upon me! It was not that I wanted the pain, but rather that I would then understand myself his, subject to his categorical domination, a slave at his will, mastered, owned. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #714)

But I knew, too, tied across his saddle, that I was ready to do so, that I wished to do so, that I was piteously eager to do so. I, a woman, a rightful slave, was in the power of a man, one who was a rightful master of women. The female in me cried out to serve such a male. But I did not want to be beaten! And then I thought, wildly, pathetically, yes, beat me, beat me, Master, impress your ownership upon me! It was not that I wanted the pain, but rather that I would then understand myself his, subject to his categorical domination, a slave at his will, mastered, owned. Then I realized that I must resist him. I was Elinor Brinton! He raised his hand to the crowd. "I wish you well," he shouted. - (Captive of Gor)