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I would have loved to kneel beside his thigh, that master first seen on a far world, and so express my slave's devotion, hoping not to be cuffed away, to the side. How glorious, how wonderful, to have a master to serve! He had no interest in me. But other men would, I knew. Had not master Genserich or master Aeson kicked my knees apart, that I might understand I was, in that camp, a pleasure slave? We have our power, our beauty, our wit, our intelligence, and may use it to our advantage. So, too, might a tree woman. But how limited, and co nfi ned she is! Are not we, with our training, half- naked in our tunics, a thousand times more desirable, in our animal way, than the free woman? Does she not know that in any war of attractiveness, she is far outdone by the slave? When the heat of their manhood is upon them is it not we whom they seek, whom they buy, whom they bid for in the markets, whom they chain to their couch? I wished that that master, who had had no interest in me, might now look upon me. Some men were, why not he? It would be pleasant to make him suffer. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter )