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I could imagine her, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, angry, proud, rebellious, determined to be untamed, standing naked on his submission mat in his tent. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #317)

That pleasure I would deny myself, that it might be reserved for her first full, true master. I wanted to keep her, save for some refinements, a free woman of Earth, wearing a collar, until she was sold. The delights of making her a true slave girl, completely, in the full sense of the word, I would accord to the fellow to whom I would give or sell her. I could imagine her, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, angry, proud, rebellious, determined to be untamed, standing naked on his submission mat in his tent. After a week I wondered what she would be like. I turned from the market streets into a street of shops and stalls, the bazaar, which, in Tor, is most commonly reached through the market gate. "The Aretai will act," I heard one man telling another. - (Tribesmen of Gor)