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Even performing small, homely tasks for a master, such as polishing his leather, laundering and ironing his tunics, cleaning his domicile, bringing him his sandals, crawling, in her teeth, can be sexually stimulating to her; she licks humbly the confining loops of leather on her wrists; she humbly lifts her wrists, loving the weight on them of his chains, and puts the links to her lips, kissing them in gratitude, loving he who has found her, rather than others, worthy of them; and when she is bound for the pleasure of the master she lifts her body to him, already poised on the brink of surrender; will he administer, in his kindness, the touch for which she begs? And later, hours later, will he enfold her in his arms and, pleased with the responses of the helpless slave, put her wholly to his pleasure? At his feet, at such times, though he might rightfully hold me in contempt, I could not help myself but, every fiber in my body afflicting me, torturing me, burning with helpless desire and need, shamelessly grovel for a smile, a touch, a kind word, a caress; this he had done to me, I was so much his slave; many was the time I crawled to him, the whip in my teeth, that he might beat me, or caress me, as he pleased; I was his needful slave, so much so! So he might despise me, but I could not help it that I had become a slave! And I did not wish to help it. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #118)

As we kneel piteously, and needful, before our masters, we hope that they will show us mercy, and caress us. At such times, I suspect, those times when my slave needs were much upon me, there was then little in me of sweetness, delicacy, tenderness and intimacy, not then, not as I was then; I was then, perhaps to the amusement of my master, pleadingly, piteously helpless, the prisoner of needs and passions I could hope neither to withstand nor control. At such times I could not engage him in tender discourse; rather, I would crawl to him, a needful slave, weeping, and beg him for chains and cords, even the whip; I must know myself uncompromisingly owned; how perdurable and encompassing, how totalistic, is the sexuality of the female slave! It suffuses her entire life and being. Even performing small, homely tasks for a master, such as polishing his leather, laundering and ironing his tunics, cleaning his domicile, bringing him his sandals, crawling, in her teeth, can be sexually stimulating to her; she licks humbly the confining loops of leather on her wrists; she humbly lifts her wrists, loving the weight on them of his chains, and puts the links to her lips, kissing them in gratitude, loving he who has found her, rather than others, worthy of them; and when she is bound for the pleasure of the master she lifts her body to him, already poised on the brink of surrender; will he administer, in his kindness, the touch for which she begs? And later, hours later, will he enfold her in his arms and, pleased with the responses of the helpless slave, put her wholly to his pleasure? At his feet, at such times, though he might rightfully hold me in contempt, I could not help myself but, every fiber in my body afflicting me, torturing me, burning with helpless desire and need, shamelessly grovel for a smile, a touch, a kind word, a caress; this he had done to me, I was so much his slave; many was the time I crawled to him, the whip in my teeth, that he might beat me, or caress me, as he pleased; I was his needful slave, so much so! So he might despise me, but I could not help it that I had become a slave! And I did not wish to help it. For better or for worse, that is what I was. Surely I was unworthy to be loved, being such a slave, but it is what I am. Kneeling, groveling, kissing, licking, begging to serve, looked down upon and despised, I felt more secure with him. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17)