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She is no longer permitted the lofty dignities and proud postures of the exalted free woman; they are now behind her; she no longer now needs be concerned with the protection of, and defense of, and maintenance of, her laboriously, monstrously constructed image, with all its prescriptions, requirements, demands, and restrictions; she need no longer be the wearer of a thousand secret shackles; she need no longer move to the tautness of a thousand invisible, managing wires; she need no longer be the trapped, enclosed prisoner of a thousand conventions and multitudes of socialized constrictions; no longer must she obey the dictates of decorum and formality; such icy, frigid, brittle nonsense is no longer permitted to her; she must now release, and revel in, her animal nature, in its heat, and beauty, as a whole woman; she is then no longer a miserable artifact, obedient to those who neither know her nor care for her; she is then no longer an inflexible, unhappy, partial mannequin designed by others, for their purposes, not hers; at last she can be, and must be, her innocent, beautiful, raw, naked, loving, desiring, appetitious, passionate, sensuous, needful female self; she is no longer legally free, but she is now biologically free; no longer are her thousand veils, so to speak, permitted her; she is now, rather, in a collar, a slave collar; she begins to suspect now what true intimacy may be; let it blossom beautifully, and ever more abundantly, and endlessly; whereas it would be unthinkable for a free woman to lie at a man's feet, and tenderly press her warm soft lips to them, the slave hopes to be permitted to do so. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #427)

This is a new adjustment she must make. She is no longer free; she is now owned; she is now property; she is now an animal, an owned animal, with a master. To be sure, this very adjustment is often one of profound liberation. She is no longer permitted the lofty dignities and proud postures of the exalted free woman; they are now behind her; she no longer now needs be concerned with the protection of, and defense of, and maintenance of, her laboriously, monstrously constructed image, with all its prescriptions, requirements, demands, and restrictions; she need no longer be the wearer of a thousand secret shackles; she need no longer move to the tautness of a thousand invisible, managing wires; she need no longer be the trapped, enclosed prisoner of a thousand conventions and multitudes of socialized constrictions; no longer must she obey the dictates of decorum and formality; such icy, frigid, brittle nonsense is no longer permitted to her; she must now release, and revel in, her animal nature, in its heat, and beauty, as a whole woman; she is then no longer a miserable artifact, obedient to those who neither know her nor care for her; she is then no longer an inflexible, unhappy, partial mannequin designed by others, for their purposes, not hers; at last she can be, and must be, her innocent, beautiful, raw, naked, loving, desiring, appetitious, passionate, sensuous, needful female self; she is no longer legally free, but she is now biologically free; no longer are her thousand veils, so to speak, permitted her; she is now, rather, in a collar, a slave collar; she begins to suspect now what true intimacy may be; let it blossom beautifully, and ever more abundantly, and endlessly; whereas it would be unthinkable for a free woman to lie at a man's feet, and tenderly press her warm soft lips to them, the slave hopes to be permitted to do so. By another platform a slaver's man was moving along the platform. He carried a large, handled copper tureen filled with a watery soup. The slaver's beauties, chained together by the neck, knelt at the edge of the platform. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 3)