"And whose collar do you wear?" "Yours, yours, master!" she cried.
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"It is on you well, is it not?" he asked.
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"Yes, master!" she said.
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"It is close-fitting, is it not?" "Yes, master!" "It is locked on you, is it not?" "Yes, master!" "Can you slip it?" he asked.
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"No, master!" she said.
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She, bellied, began to kiss his feet, piteously.
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"I need your touch, master," she said.
"And whose collar do you wear?" "Yours, yours, master!" she cried.
"It is on you well, is it not?" he asked.
"Yes, master!" she said.
"It is close-fitting, is it not?" "Yes, master!" "It is locked on you, is it not?" "Yes, master!" "Can you slip it?" he asked.
"No, master!" she said.
She, bellied, began to kiss his feet, piteously.
"I need your touch, master," she said.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )