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Is it any wonder that men are fond of them, and keep them as slaves? Would you not like having one, or more, for your very own? They are lovely, collared, stripped, kneeling to your whip. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #19)

"Are you shameless?" I asked. "Yes, yes!" she gasped. "I am nothing, worthless, only a slave! I must be shameless! No longer am I permitted to claim, profess, and attempt to retain, false dignities! That is for free women! No longer am I a free woman! That is behind me! It is gone, gone! I am now a slave! I am shameless! Yes, shameless, shameless! I am now gloriously, joyously, ecstatically shameless! I want this! I love it! I may not resist! This is perfect for me! I am nothing! I am in a collar! I am a slave, a slave!" How beautiful are women at such times. Is it any wonder that men are fond of them, and keep them as slaves? Would you not like having one, or more, for your very own? They are lovely, collared, stripped, kneeling to your whip. "I am yours!" she said. "Do with me as you will!" "I will," I said, "and so, too, will all your masters". Her fingernails were in my back, but I think she could not control herself. - (Vagabonds of Gor)