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How stupid were the men of Earth, how easily deluded and outwitted. How clever and successful I had been. Then I had found myself in a collar, on Gor, at the feet of men such as I had not known could exist. How he had smiled! Did he truly hate me so? Was it not enough for him that I was now rightless and helpless, a branded, collared slave? Was this not vengeance enough for him? Did he not know that I helplessly and hopelessly loved him, that I longed for his chains? Did he not know that it was he before whom I wished to kneel, placing my lips upon his feet? Did he not know that it was his whip I longed to lick and kiss, that it was he to whose feet I wished to crawl, bringing him his switch, held between my teeth? I did not think I could forget that smile. Did it not bespeak his triumph and victory? Did it not remind me, by contrast, of my fathomless reduction and absolute subjugation, of my total meaninglessness, that I was now less than the dust beneath a free man's sandals, that I was now a slave? How he had smiled! He knew I could not dance. Indeed, he must have known that many kajirae, far more beautiful and talented than I, even lesser dancers, must have been whipped from the floor, from time to time, given the moods and demands of masters. He was so clever! He had deftly, mercilessly, exploited a situation, to see me ridiculed, shamed, and beaten. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )