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"You sing the joys of a love slave, surely," I said, "not the woes of a woman who must crawl beneath the whip of a hated master". - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #190)

I regarded her. "But I have learned things here," she said, "that I never dreamed of as a free woman. I have been able to sense here the ecstasies of bondage, the ecstasies of a life obligatorily sensual, a life under strict discipline, a life where I must obey, a life where I will, and must, surrender myself totally and, subject to penalties, and even death, if I am displeasing, live thenceforth solely for service and love". "You sing the joys of a love slave, surely," I said, "not the woes of a woman who must crawl beneath the whip of a hated master". In Gorean parlance this is more than a simple metaphor. Sometimes the whip is held low, horizontally, level with the floor, and the slave, on all fours, or on her belly, given the elevation of the whip, must crawl beneath it. It is an obvious submission behavior. - (Mercenaries of Gor)