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Then she put down her head, frightened, for perhaps it was the first time she had seen him regard her as what she was, or supposedly was, a slave. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #456)

Constantina turned to Pertinax, unwillingly, it seemed, the goblet at her breasts. "Now," said Cecily, "lift the goblet to your lips, and, gazing over the rim at your master, kiss the goblet, tenderly, and lick it, lovingly, lingeringly, for he is your master, and he is permitting you, a mere slave, to serve him. Keep your eyes on your own master, slave!" Constantina turned back to Pertinax. Then she put down her head, frightened, for perhaps it was the first time she had seen him regard her as what she was, or supposedly was, a slave. "Now," said Cecily, "extend your arms, holding the cup, to your master, and put your head down, humbly, between your extended arms". This is, of course, a beautiful sight. Pertinax, it seemed, would almost forget to accept the cup. - (Swordsmen of Gor)