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The boredoms of freedom are small enough price to pay surely for even a brief sojourn in the arms of such a man, they conjecture. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #397)

When he strode through the streets free women sometimes threw themselves before him, tearing away their veils and robes, begging for his collar. He was such a man. One's freedom is small enough price to pay, whisper some highborn women of Ar among themselves, for even ten days in the collar of Clitus Vitellius. The boredoms of freedom are small enough price to pay surely for even a brief sojourn in the arms of such a man, they conjecture. But such women, I told myself, must be natural slaves, even though they be legally free, as I was not. If they are natural slaves, I asked myself, should they not be made slaves? Why should one who is a natural slave not be a slave? Can it be wrong to enslave a natural slave? Is it not right that natural slaves be enslaved? Is it not what they want? I looked at my master. What woman, I asked, would not be the natural slave of such a man? He was a natural master. - (Slave Girl of Gor)