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We are not free women who may adjust and regulate, as we please, beneath our sheets and within our modesty robes, the delicate and respectful attentions of some fellow fortunate enough to have been admitted to our chamber. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #1212)

Leave them to her. We beg rather for the ecstasy of the slave. We wish to be used then not as free women but as ruthlessly mastered chattels, for that is precisely what we are, and would be. We are not free women who may adjust and regulate, as we please, beneath our sheets and within our modesty robes, the delicate and respectful attentions of some fellow fortunate enough to have been admitted to our chamber. Does the free woman sometimes feel an uneasiness, is she sometimes restless, does she sometimes experience a discomfort, one perhaps not even fully understood? The slave can know agony. Let the free woman twist and squirm in bed, and drench her pillow with tears. The slave prostrates herself before the master, her hair about his sandals, hoping he will be merciful, that he will take pity on her. - (Prize of Gor)