| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 29 | 178 | "Yes, View more quotes about master">Master!" I cried. |
| 29 | 179 | Then I writhed in his arms as he took me, exploding in the deepest and most profound ecstasies a female can know, those of the slave orgasm, known only to the owned woman. |
| 29 | 180 | "How could I love you so much," he asked, "if I did not truly own you, if you were not fully mine?" "I do not know, Master," I said. |
| 29 | 181 | Clitus Vitellius had confessed his love for a slave. |
| 29 | 182 | I hoped he would not now beat me. |
| 29 | 183 | He took me by the hair and thrust my head down to the furs. |
| 29 | 184 | "A man can truly love only that woman," he said, "who is truly his, who belongs to him. |