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You love him!" Let them hope, however, that despite their lowliness and unworthiness, as mere slaves, meaningless properties that may be bought and sold, that their diligence, their devotion and lengthy, attentive labors may win for them at last a grudging smile, a commendatory, half-reluctant, rough caress, a softening of viewpoint, and attitude. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #469)

Hating the master they find themselves hoping to hear his step outside the door; furious, they long to be ordered to their knees; angry, they hope that he will hold his whip to their lips, that they may lick and kiss it with grateful deference. "How I hate him!" she thinks. And then the tiny, irresistible voice within her whispers to her, "You love him. You love him!" Let them hope, however, that despite their lowliness and unworthiness, as mere slaves, meaningless properties that may be bought and sold, that their diligence, their devotion and lengthy, attentive labors may win for them at last a grudging smile, a commendatory, half-reluctant, rough caress, a softening of viewpoint, and attitude. They know themselves as no more than his sleek, amorous beast, and pet, but, even so, can they not hope, even against hope, to attract his interest, to win a modicum of acceptance and affection? But, alas, he may care more his pet sleen than his lovely, collared she-beast. How often that is the case! But in the end he refuses to part with her, and would, she realizes, suddenly, to her astonishment, imperil his life to keep her at his feet. Then, one day, chained, writhing under his angry whip, she laughs and cries with joy, knowing that he is fighting his feelings for her. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 7)