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Kneeling, groveling, kissing, licking, begging to serve, looked down upon and despised, I felt more secure with him. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #121)

Even performing small, homely tasks for a master, such as polishing his leather, laundering and ironing his tunics, cleaning his domicile, bringing him his sandals, crawling, in her teeth, can be sexually stimulating to her; she licks humbly the confining loops of leather on her wrists; she humbly lifts her wrists, loving the weight on them of his chains, and puts the links to her lips, kissing them in gratitude, loving he who has found her, rather than others, worthy of them; and when she is bound for the pleasure of the master she lifts her body to him, already poised on the brink of surrender; will he administer, in his kindness, the touch for which she begs? And later, hours later, will he enfold her in his arms and, pleased with the responses of the helpless slave, put her wholly to his pleasure? At his feet, at such times, though he might rightfully hold me in contempt, I could not help myself but, every fiber in my body afflicting me, torturing me, burning with helpless desire and need, shamelessly grovel for a smile, a touch, a kind word, a caress; this he had done to me, I was so much his slave; many was the time I crawled to him, the whip in my teeth, that he might beat me, or caress me, as he pleased; I was his needful slave, so much so! So he might despise me, but I could not help it that I had become a slave! And I did not wish to help it. For better or for worse, that is what I was. Surely I was unworthy to be loved, being such a slave, but it is what I am. Kneeling, groveling, kissing, licking, begging to serve, looked down upon and despised, I felt more secure with him. I knew he was used to having such women at his feet, begging, needful slaves. Surely they posed no threat to him. And I was such a woman, obviously, in the fullness of my bondage, but I was terrified that, too, I might become more, something in addition, a different sort of slave, one who encapsulates the most degraded of slaves, of course, but is also one who is allowed not only to serve, but also, with his permission, to speak to the master, and to know him, the sort of slave whose very name I would not dare speak in his presence. - (Captive of Gor)