“I am a slave,” I said. “Thus I must decide whether I will deny
“I am a slave,” I said. “Thus I must decide whether I will deny, and futilely fight, my slavery, dividing myself, and making myself miserable, or acknowledge what is in my secret heart, confessing it openly, and yielding to it, wholly, and irreservedly, then finding my happiness and fulfillment in it.”
“You slut,” he said. “You like being a slave.”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
Dancer of Gor, p. 419