Where are you, my master? I am ready for a collar.
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I want a collar.
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Come, collar me, my master!" She wondered how many slaves danced thusly in such small, lonely apartments, their slave needs starved, longing for a master.
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"Then you have not only made observations, from which you perhaps learned something, but you have practiced," said the scribe.
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"Yes, Master," wept Ellen.
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"I think I shall have you remanded for the liar's brand," said the scribe.
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"Do not have it put on me, please, Master!" begged Ellen, terrified.
Where are you, my master? I am ready for a collar.
I want a collar.
Come, collar me, my master!" She wondered how many slaves danced thusly in such small, lonely apartments, their slave needs starved, longing for a master.
"Then you have not only made observations, from which you perhaps learned something, but you have practiced," said the scribe.
"Yes, Master," wept Ellen.
"I think I shall have you remanded for the liar's brand," said the scribe.
"Do not have it put on me, please, Master!" begged Ellen, terrified.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )