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Apparently my collar had been misrepresented to me in Market of Semris, or had been changed in my sleep, my gruel having possibly been affected by the introduction of some sedating substance. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #131)

To whom may a slave look for protection from a free woman if not to a man? Is it not men who put us in collars, and keep us there? So I retained my tunic, and escaped a belaboring that I feared would have been particularly severe. My master, whatever his name might be, resided on Venaticus. I must hurry home. Apparently my collar had been misrepresented to me in Market of Semris, or had been changed in my sleep, my gruel having possibly been affected by the introduction of some sedating substance. So, again, I realized, my master had had recourse to yet another precaution to make it difficult to follow him. But, I recalled, in his flight from the environs of Market of Semris, he had spoken of "gold," but gold only as and when it pleased him. Too, as I recalled, he engaged, at least occasionally, in speculation. - (Plunder of Gor)