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He thrust me behind the last girl on the chain; she was kneeling, braceleted to the chain, facing away from me; her head was down; I wondered if she had been sold before; I did not speak to speak to her, of course; nor did I want to speak to her; what was there to say; and I was miserable; and, too, I was still stung by shame, and my lashing; why had he beaten me; I was only a slave girl; had I been so displeasing; but, of course, we may be lashed, for we are slaves; we must be controlled perfectly, so we are subject to such things; too, of course, even had I wished to do so, I would not have dared to speak to her; a girl may be beaten for speaking in coffle; indeed, it is commonly understood that a girl should request permission to speak before speaking, and not presume to speak unless that permission has been granted; "May I speak, Master?" is a simple, familiar, common formula for requesting this permission; the permission, of course, may not be granted to her; that is up to the master; I think that there is little that so impresses male dominance on us as does this requirement that we may not simply speak, but must first obtain his permission to do so; how helpless and vulnerable, and dependent, this makes us feel; the chain was over her left thigh, and against her side; then it went behind her; "Kneel," said the man, my keeper of the moment, he who had conducted me from the foot of the block to my chain-place; I knelt; he fastened my wrists in the next pair of slave bracelets attached to the chain; I then knelt at the chain, secured; he tossed the chain over my left thigh, and drew it against my left side; slavers are fond of such aesthetic uniformities; they display girls well; in time another girl who, too, had been sold, was placed on the chain behind me; and then another, and another, and so on. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #446)

"Girl 129!" I heard him call. At the foot of the block a man from the house took me by the wrist and pulled me to a chain. slave bracelets, spaced at regular intervals, of about four feet each, had already been attached to the chain. He thrust me behind the last girl on the chain; she was kneeling, braceleted to the chain, facing away from me; her head was down; I wondered if she had been sold before; I did not speak to speak to her, of course; nor did I want to speak to her; what was there to say; and I was miserable; and, too, I was still stung by shame, and my lashing; why had he beaten me; I was only a slave girl; had I been so displeasing; but, of course, we may be lashed, for we are slaves; we must be controlled perfectly, so we are subject to such things; too, of course, even had I wished to do so, I would not have dared to speak to her; a girl may be beaten for speaking in coffle; indeed, it is commonly understood that a girl should request permission to speak before speaking, and not presume to speak unless that permission has been granted; "May I speak, Master?" is a simple, familiar, common formula for requesting this permission; the permission, of course, may not be granted to her; that is up to the master; I think that there is little that so impresses male dominance on us as does this requirement that we may not simply speak, but must first obtain his permission to do so; how helpless and vulnerable, and dependent, this makes us feel; the chain was over her left thigh, and against her side; then it went behind her; "Kneel," said the man, my keeper of the moment, he who had conducted me from the foot of the block to my chain-place; I knelt; he fastened my wrists in the next pair of slave bracelets attached to the chain; I then knelt at the chain, secured; he tossed the chain over my left thigh, and drew it against my left side; slavers are fond of such aesthetic uniformities; they display girls well; in time another girl who, too, had been sold, was placed on the chain behind me; and then another, and another, and so on. We did not speak. We dared not. I knelt, locked in the bracelets, secured to the chain. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 13)