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She seized my ankles, and pressed her lips again and again to my feet, covering them with eager, mad kisses, and uttering broken sounds and garbled, incoherent words. "I so hoped," she said. "So hoped! You cannot conceive how helpless is the female slave, how she can do nothing, how she belongs to others, how she cannot help what is done with her, how she has nothing to say or do as to whom she will belong, as to whom she will be traded, sold or given! Oh, Master! Master! I waited for you so long, on my chain. Night after night! But my manacle was removed and I must hurry to serve others! It was always others! Others! I have never forgotten your touch, what it was to be at your feet! Had you forgotten me? Had I been insufficiently pleasing! I hoped, so hoped, again and again, that you would come again to the tavern! Now you are my Master, and I am your slave, your slave!" She was weeping with joy, her damp, dark hair about my feet, her lips pressing more, and more, kisses to my feet. I seized her hair with my left hand and pulled her up to her knees before me. I removed the whip from my belt and held it to her lips, where, immediately, in tears, she began to lick and kiss it with fervor. There are many acts and practices on Gor, postures, expressions, and behaviors, which are deeply meaningful and profoundly symbolic. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter )