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I now wore a simpler collar, indeed, a collar that was no more, in fact, physically, than a ring of iron. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #43)

I suspected that my captor, he who had wielded the hammer, might be, or might once have been, of the metal workers. I could no more remove the collar, of course, than I could have opened a link in a heavy chain, one which might have held a ship, with my fingers. No longer, then, did I wear a collar of gold. I now wore a simpler collar, indeed, a collar that was no more, in fact, physically, than a ring of iron. To be sure, legally, socially, and psychologically, a collar is a collar, and it marked me as a slave. Indeed, it marked me as a very lowly slave, or, more likely, one who had now been put, for one reason or another, in a temporary collar, perhaps for purposes of transit, or prior to her sale, or such. There are also strap collars which are similar, in which a flattened strap of metal is beaten around the neck, usually also for similar purposes. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 43)