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What woman can understand this, but one who in reality, or in her thoughts, has been chained at the feet of a master? Then I not only danced my slavery, but I addressed myself to Addison Steele, as though I might be his slave, one who craved his collar, one who wished to feel the weight of his chains on her limbs. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 46, Sentence #582)

I saw Addison Steele, his fists clenched. Had he not done this to me, to shame me, and make me an object of derision and ridicule, wanting me whipped? But the lash had not yet fallen. I thrust my body at him, angrily, defiantly, and then, suddenly, fearfully, well aware of my foolishness and jeopardy, that I, a slave, might be found displeasing to a free man, I danced, or acknowledged, as well as I could, my helplessness, choicelessness, and vulnerability, that I was now in my collar, where I belonged, and wanted to be, and that I now knew myself nothing, only an object, and beast, a worthless slave, but yet, a needful, begging one. What woman can understand this, but one who in reality, or in her thoughts, has been chained at the feet of a master? Then I not only danced my slavery, but I addressed myself to Addison Steele, as though I might be his slave, one who craved his collar, one who wished to feel the weight of his chains on her limbs. The music began to swirl to its conclusion. I sank to the floor, and writhed my need. Then the music, abruptly, ended. - (Quarry of Gor)