I wondered how often she, as a free woman, had tortured men
I wondered how often she, as a free woman, had tortured men, with a glance, with nearness, with the flash of a silken ankle, descending gracefully from a palanquin, with the tiny artful, disarrangement of a veil. I did not doubt but what she, as many free women, had delighted in these petty exercises of power, these torments, these teasings and spurious, vacuous flirtations, these malicious, gratuitous, amusing little tauntings. I wondered if she would have dared such provocations if she had understood the tumult and chaos she had wrought in the blood of strong, angry men.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Is it any wonder that men put women in collars, and command them?
Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 560