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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

Can he just look upon me and see that I belong in a collar? How could he know that? Clearly he has no intention of lifting me from my knees, and freeing me! He does not even look upon me with pity. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #221)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
28 221 Can he just look upon me and see that I belong in a collar? How could he know that? Clearly he has no intention of lifting me from my knees, and freeing me! He does not even look upon me with pity.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
28 218 Would he on Earth so look upon them? But presumably not, as they would be free, or most of them, save a few perhaps in secret enclaves.
28 219 She had seen the smile, that of a master.
28 220 He sees the collar on my neck as appropriate, she thought.
28 221 Can he just look upon me and see that I belong in a collar? How could he know that? Clearly he has no intention of lifting me from my knees, and freeing me! He does not even look upon me with pity.
28 222 He does not even express sympathy, or hasten to comfort and console me.
28 223 I saw his eyes! He wants me in a collar! He likes it! If I were not collared, he might put me in one himself, if only to sell me or give me away! He looks at me! He understands me! He understands that I belong in a collar! And doubtless he has seen many women of Earth in Gorean collars.
28 224 We are nothing special.
Would he on Earth so look upon them? But presumably not, as they would be free, or most of them, save a few perhaps in secret enclaves. She had seen the smile, that of a master. He sees the collar on my neck as appropriate, she thought. Can he just look upon me and see that I belong in a collar? How could he know that? Clearly he has no intention of lifting me from my knees, and freeing me! He does not even look upon me with pity. He does not even express sympathy, or hasten to comfort and console me. I saw his eyes! He wants me in a collar! He likes it! If I were not collared, he might put me in one himself, if only to sell me or give me away! He looks at me! He understands me! He understands that I belong in a collar! And doubtless he has seen many women of Earth in Gorean collars. We are nothing special. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28)