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I leave aside the sense of the "natural slave," she who in a natural world would, without a second thought, be fittingly embonded, who would find herself promptly, legally, in the collar in which she belongs. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #671)

Do you know how desirable you are, truly? If so, do you live in trepidation, fearing strong hands, thongs and a collar? Do you think these things go unnoticed, or are noticed only by weakened, helpless males of Earth, reduced and crippled, whom you secretly despise for what they have permitted to be done to them, whom to their anger you may freely, safely, insult, taunt and tease, and that without fear of consequences, brazenly displaying yourselves, delicious, provocative goods on which, culturally, they are not even permitted to gaze? Does it not serve them right? What fun for you! But then, of course, what have you to fear? You are not slaves. No. Or you are not yet slaves, not yet, not at least in a strictly legal sense. I leave aside the sense of the "natural slave," she who in a natural world would, without a second thought, be fittingly embonded, who would find herself promptly, legally, in the collar in which she belongs. But these thing, you see, may not be going unnoticed, or noted fruitlessly, only to the misery of the observer. There are other possibilities, other authentic possibilities. Remember the mysterious, unaccountable radio signals. - (Prize of Gor)