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But how few, I fear, will know the collar, the master. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #111)

On Earth millions of women live empty, unrewarding lives. They are sexually deprived, denied their femininity's right to be so powerfully desired, so lusted for, that they are taken in hand and made slaves. Many I am sure would, in a slaver's eye, be deemed worthy of collaring. But how few, I fear, will know the collar, the master. I sometimes thought of many of the girls I had known on Earth, whose names I will omit, lest somehow, sometime, somewhere, they read these pages, who would surely look well, stripped and collared, kneeling before masters, their knees perforce widely spread, their tiny, lovely wrists confined behind them, in tightly fitting slave bracelets. How would they look in slave silk? How well would they wear a tunic, or camisk? Many were the frustrations of the women of Earth. But the slaves of Gor have their frustrations, too. - (Captive of Gor)