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When I heard this categorization, so matter-of-factly given, concluding the fellow's recounting of attributes and features, measurements, and such, I was suddenly, inordinately, startled. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #292)

I was alone. What was I doing here? Why was I brought here, to this world? My wrists hurt, held up so high in the steel. Were the men not being cruel to me? Could they not see I was naked, and helpless? "Category," I heard, "—Pleasure Slave". When I heard this categorization, so matter-of-factly given, concluding the fellow's recounting of attributes and features, measurements, and such, I was suddenly, inordinately, startled. I had known, of course, I was not a house slave, or a tower slave, for I was not permitted to kneel in fashions appropriate to those varieties of slave. Too, I had understood, of course, that many of the things I was taught seemed to have direct application to the pleasing of masters, and even profoundly sensuously so, but I had not, until now, heard that exact simple, direct expression. We had never been told, in so many words, that that was the sort of slave we were. - (Dancer of Gor)