He was a master, I a slave

He was a master, I a slave. I tried to press my belly against him. His hands prevented this.
“You belong in a collar,” he said.
“I know, I know!” I whispered.
“You are a superb collar-slut,” he whispered.

Dancer of Gor, p. 368

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