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Did not Aynur wear a collar, too? Did her collar not fit as well as mine? Did it not proclaim its message on her neck, as mine did on mine? Was it not well fixed there, and was she not as incapable of removing it as I was of removing mine? "Naked collared slut!" cried Aynur. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #1122)

I was terrified. I almost lost position. "Naked, collared tart!" she cried. Did not Aynur wear a collar, too? Did her collar not fit as well as mine? Did it not proclaim its message on her neck, as mine did on mine? Was it not well fixed there, and was she not as incapable of removing it as I was of removing mine? "Naked collared slut!" cried Aynur. Was there such a difference between us? Was she so loftily garbed? Was she not in her way almost as naked as I? Was there truly so much more to her attire than mine, other than the necklaces, and the jewelry, the earrings, and such, richer than mine? Was there so much, for example, to the silk she wore, the open skirt, held only at the left hip by a single, easily detached golden clasp, one which might be flicked away with a finger, to the scarlet silken vest, against which her beauty strained, tied at the front with a scarlet string, one which could be undone with a single tug? "Naked collared lying little slut!" cried Aynur. She chastised me as might have a woman other than we! Surely she knew my condition, and nature. I did not think it was much other than hers. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 7)