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How do you think your date, your male friends, would view you, if they understood you were a slave? How would they think of you, how would they treat you? Would they pity you and commiserate with you, or would they do with you what they would feel like doing, would want to do, would have a right to do, and should do, remove the lying presumption of clothing from your body, and force your lips down to their boots? I had known, of course, in a superficial sense, verbally and intellectually, of the radical sexual dimorphism of the human species. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #116)

If not, one of the caste of metal workers can easily supply this lovely, light, identificatory device, nicely measured to your throat. Many slavers think of a woman as a slave as soon as she has been decided on, as soon as she has been added to their list. In this sense, as you go about your day, aware of nothing, thinking of nothing, shopping, chatting, dining, dating, and such, you may already, without your knowledge, be a slave. How do you think your date, your male friends, would view you, if they understood you were a slave? How would they think of you, how would they treat you? Would they pity you and commiserate with you, or would they do with you what they would feel like doing, would want to do, would have a right to do, and should do, remove the lying presumption of clothing from your body, and force your lips down to their boots? I had known, of course, in a superficial sense, verbally and intellectually, of the radical sexual dimorphism of the human species. How could I have ignored it or dismissed it, for years? Had it no consequences? Did it mean nothing? Supposedly not. The most fundamental dichotomy in human biology was not to be noticed. The men who processed me, and the others, of course, had no interest in my ruminations, my tumults, questions, alarms, and fears. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 1)