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Yet there was little doubt in my mind that the prissy, inhibited, somewhat pretentious Miss Henderson, who was, all things considered, a very lovely female, might prove to be quite attractive as conjectured, say, kneeling naked at the foot of a man's couch, chained there to a slave ring, perhaps by the left ankle, or neck. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #325)

She was not as other women! How lamentable and inappropriate it would be, how shocking it would be, even to contemplate her young, lovely, beautiful throat enclosed, clasped snugly, in the obdurate circlet of bondage! It would not be right for her. She was not as other women. Never! It was women such as she whom I might count on to restore my faith, shaken so on Gor, in the purity and virtue of womanhood. Yet there was little doubt in my mind that the prissy, inhibited, somewhat pretentious Miss Henderson, who was, all things considered, a very lovely female, might prove to be quite attractive as conjectured, say, kneeling naked at the foot of a man's couch, chained there to a slave ring, perhaps by the left ankle, or neck. Yes, I thought, yes, she might look very nice there. Had I not, often enough, idly placed her there, in my thoughts, in my dreams? And perhaps she would glance apprehensively at the whip. To be sure, it would be inappropriate to have her perform as a slave. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)