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Did she not know the slave rope, invisible, was already upon her? It required only that it, at the convenience of masters, be tightened. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #443)

I supposed that Mr. Gregory White, now by choice Pertinax, who long ago in the offices, aisles, and corridors of the investment firm might have furtively, yearningly, stolen glimpses of she whom he had taken at the time to be the ambitious, sophisticated, insolent, out-of-reach Miss Margaret Wentworth, so far above him, might have viewed her differently, rather differently, had he realized at the time that she was in actuality no more than a female slave. And so a slave, how that had been concealed! And so she, in all her smugness, pretensions, pettiness, and vanity, had gone about, from day to day, conducting herself as usual, taking her cabs, dining in her restaurants, cultivating her potential clients, and such, thinking herself a free woman, not knowing herself only a slave, that she should be fittingly on her knees, head to the floor, before them. Did she not know the slave rope, invisible, was already upon her? It required only that it, at the convenience of masters, be tightened. Had White known this, might he not have conjectured seizing her from behind, holding her helplessly before him, and whispering in her startled ear, "Slave". And so her slavery had been concealed, even from herself. How many women, I wondered, even aside from acquisition lists, and such, are slaves, and do not know they are slaves. - (Swordsmen of Gor)