It was done! She had begged to serve a man, any man! How shamed she felt, how humiliated, how debased, how degraded.
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How worthless she was, she thought.
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How could she now be anything but the lowest and most worthless of slaves, in the eyes of her master, in the eyes of the witnesses, in her own eyes, in the eyes of anyone? She heard the pen moving on the paper.
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That she had so begged was now on her papers.
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The second man in blue robes added a note, or signature, or certification, to the papers.
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This is what he wanted, she told herself.
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What more could he want? Scorn me now, Master, she thought.
It was done! She had begged to serve a man, any man! How shamed she felt, how humiliated, how debased, how degraded.
How worthless she was, she thought.
How could she now be anything but the lowest and most worthless of slaves, in the eyes of her master, in the eyes of the witnesses, in her own eyes, in the eyes of anyone? She heard the pen moving on the paper.
That she had so begged was now on her papers.
The second man in blue robes added a note, or signature, or certification, to the papers.
This is what he wanted, she told herself.
What more could he want? Scorn me now, Master, she thought.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )