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| 17 | 131 | "What joy," she View more quotes about asked">asked, in her tears, in a whisper I could scarcely hear, "can compare to being the true slave of a true Master?" I drew the whip away, and sat down, cross-legged, some feet before her. |
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| 17 | 128 | There is no mistaking the brand, the collar, the tunic, the whip. |
| 17 | 129 | But, then, later, there comes the profound, liberating moment in which one realizes that one is now, in truth, and wholly, a slave. |
| 17 | 130 | "You kiss the whip well," I observed. |
| 17 | 131 | "What joy," she asked, in her tears, in a whisper I could scarcely hear, "can compare to being the true slave of a true Master?" I drew the whip away, and sat down, cross-legged, some feet before her. |
| 17 | 132 | She was very beautiful in the light of the small, tharlarion-oil lamp. |
| 17 | 133 | "Position of the Tower Slave," I said, which position she immediately assumed, back straight, knees together, wrists before her, crossed, as though bound. |
| 17 | 134 | A new tear appeared in her eyes. |