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I wanted to cry myself his love slave! Yes, his love slave, his love slave! I wanted to tell him that I had been his love slave even from Earth, from even before my capture. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #271)

I dared not speak. I was only a slave. I sobbed, uncontrollably. I wanted to cry myself his love slave! Yes, his love slave, his love slave! I wanted to tell him that I had been his love slave even from Earth, from even before my capture. From even that first day in the library when I had knelt at his feet, the first time I had knelt at the feet of a man, retrieving a book, and had opened it, finding a message, which, at his command, I had read aloud, the message—I am a slave. I wanted to tell him of my love, to tell him that I would die for his collar, that I would a thousand times rather perish at his side than leave him! How could I live without him? It was such as he that I had been bred to serve! It was to such as he that I was born to render obeisance. It was a whip such as his that I was born to kiss! It was at the feet of one such as he that I was destined to kneel! It was for one such as he that I was born to be a slave! It was for one such as he that I was born a woman! "If you are caught, on the other hand," said he, seemingly uncognizant of my agitation, "you might be considered a runaway, and be forced to bear the grievous consequences of such a foolish indiscretion". - (Dancer of Gor)