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Everything, from their garmenture, to the lovely circlets enclosing their throats, to their small, graceful feminine brands, incised in their bodies, to their required deferences and behaviors, combines to remind them of what they are, and calls them to themselves, to their deepest selves. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2230)

They are slaves. Too, society accepts them, and has a place for them and their nature, and reinforces their condition with all the irrefragable power of custom and law. They are collared, they are owned. Everything, from their garmenture, to the lovely circlets enclosing their throats, to their small, graceful feminine brands, incised in their bodies, to their required deferences and behaviors, combines to remind them of what they are, and calls them to themselves, to their deepest selves. The slave is herself—fully herself—liberated, loving, one, complete, whole and profound. But this man was not my master! Oh, forgive me, I mean he was not her master! "I have not given you permission to fight me," he whispered. Then he touched her again. - (Prize of Gor)