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We felt, and were, deliciously helpless, and wholly owned. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 66, Sentence #4)

Paula and I sat in the back of the wagon, on a blanket, naked, amongst the boxes, shackled, hand and foot. We spoke softly, that we not disturb the masters, Drusus Andronicus and Kurik, of Victoria, who rode together on the wagon bench, Drusus Andronicus handling the reins. We felt comfortable, and meaningful, in our chains. We felt, and were, deliciously helpless, and wholly owned. How ancient and deep was our understanding of our sexuality, and how jejune and shallow then seemed to us the engineered distortions and strained falsities of our former world, distortions and falsities dictated by political agendas subservient to one tyranny or another. Why, I wondered, can one not be left alone, to learn oneself and find oneself? Is that so terrible, to be what one is? Some profit, I supposed, from laws that would make nature illegal. Is that not to the advantage of those who fear nature, who regard it as threatening their ambitions? But why should the goals of one be imposed as demands on others? Why is prescription superior to need and desire? If one desires to submit, to kneel, to serve, and love, why should one not do so? Who is to tell us that our blood is mistaken? How empty and ugly is a road to power that would deny one to oneself! "I feared Lord Grendel and Eve," said Paula, "but I wish them well". - (Plunder of Gor)