“I do not want to challenge you. I do not want to fight you.”
“I do not want to challenge you. I do not want to fight you. I want to serve you, and I want to love you. I want to give you all, holding back nothing, ever.”
He regarded me.
“Do you not understand, Master?” I asked. “If I had the choice, I would choose not to be free but to be your slave.”
A woman, I had learned, must choose between freedom and love. Both are estimable virtues. Let each choose which is best for her.
“But I do not give you a choice,” he said.
“Of course not, Master,” I said. “You are Gorean.”
Slave Girl of Gor, p. 795