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How dreadful of me, how wrong of me, surely, how incomprehensible it was! Yet it seemed to me somehow that I was such as should so beg. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #320)

"They think of us as slaves!" "Perhaps," said the mother, "that is what we are, or should be". "Mother—" "Yes?" "May I tell you something?" "Surely". "When I begged to be put on the chain—I do not know how I should tell you this—I felt a strange, incredible, shocking appropriateness or rightness about my petition. How dreadful of me, how wrong of me, surely, how incomprehensible it was! Yet it seemed to me somehow that I was such as should so beg. Why was this? Was it because I was naked, and kneeling, and my hands were tied behind my back? Was it because I then seemed a slave to myself? And when I understood that I had been found acceptable for the chain, that I would be put on it, I felt a sudden, inexplicable profusion of relief, a surge of love and gratitude! These things suffused my whole body! And when, moments later, the chain was locked on my neck I felt another sudden, inexplicable surge of pleasure, of love, of gratitude and joy. How terrible I am! I was not taught so! How could I feel such things! How terrible I am! I was naked, I could not break the chain. Yet I was not then discontent! What can it all mean?" "Do not concern yourself," said the mother. - (Mercenaries of Gor)