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She had shortly thereafter explicitly proposed herself as a slave, indeed had pathetically begged bondage. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #281)

They are common in the history of worlds. What have they to bargain with, save their beauty? And will it be enough? Is it sufficient? Is it enough that they will be spared, to be brought, perhaps rather sooner than later, to the sales block? But such a cry was to be expected, not only in any woman at the feet of males, but particularly from one such as she, who, in a thousand ways, I discerned, sensed the fittingness of her position, her prostration. Had she not been so, in one way or another, in her dreams, on the smooth, scarlet tiles of a conqueror's palace, on the deep-piled rug within the tent of a desert chieftain, on the deck of a pirate's vessel? In a pathological culture, of course, many things are kept concealed, often those which are most illuminating and meaningful, most important. She had shortly thereafter explicitly proposed herself as a slave, indeed had pathetically begged bondage. Indeed, a moment later, she had clearly, explicitly, pronounced herself slave. These words, "I am a slave," were cried out in full consciousness. They came from the subterranean depths of her, as a quaking, helpless, unexpected eruption of truth from the volcano of her being. - (Swordsmen of Gor)