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In my heart I knew it was there that I belonged, at the foot of some man's couch, on some chain. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #11)

How strange it seemed, late at night, in the utter darkness, to find myself lying on a floor, as I was, on a different world, at the foot of a man's couch, a couch I dared not ascend, chained to it. Yet how real it was! Had I ever lived so intensely, so explicitly, so fully? I felt the chain. I was in my place, at the foot of a man's couch, on a chain. In my heart I knew it was there that I belonged, at the foot of some man's couch, on some chain. Outside it was pouring. I could well conjecture the light of the door lantern falling on the glistening cobbles, the water, reflecting the light, rushing down the gutters, the water diverted at the intersection by the stepping stones, high enough to protect a woman's robe hems and slippers, spaced widely enough to allow for the passage of wheels. Earlier I had heard men passing by, outside, in the storm, probably fellows returning from some revel. - (Plunder of Gor)