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It is all of us that you own. It is all of us, our entirety, our wholeness, which you, to our undying gratitude, have put in your collars. "I trust that my Master, the noble Portus Canio, your employer," said Ellen to Selius Arconious, "does not inquire of me as to your behavior, and if you have been attentive to your duties, for I, as a slave, however reluctantly, knelt down to speak the truth, would have to admit that you have been lax, and that you have a tendency to dally, quite unconscionably". Selius picked up a loop of harness and held it in his hands. The leather was black, and glossy, some half of an inch in thickness, and some three to four inches in width, and there were buckles attached, for its fastening on tarns. He fingered the leather, while regarding her, and, to her unease, snapped it taut in his hands. More than once he, and others, had put her in portions of such harnessings, for their uses. - (Prize of Gor)