One of the things which apparently annoys some free women, and which they profess to find incomprehensible
One of the things which apparently annoys some free women, and which they profess to find incomprehensible, is the happiness of so many of their embonded sisters. How is it, they wonder, that beauties in tunics and collars, are obviously so much happier than they? And how is it that the beauties seem to prize the very tokens of their bondage, the bracelets, the collars, the lovely, revealing tunics, and such, considered so degrading by, and yet exercising such a fascination over, their contemptuous free sisters?
The slaves, of course, find in the collar, and tunic, and such, symbols of their new freedom, their welcomed liberation into true womanhood, and in them an indication of the transformative fulfillment at last of their deepest femininity, the outward signs, badges, so to speak, of the guiltless, inward joy which is now theirs, of the helpless submission, and the selfless surrender and love, which is their newly found happiness, and rapture, emergent inevitably, and by nature, from the categorical, uncompromised realities of their unconditional servitude.
They love their bondage, and thrive within it. Is this mysterious, truly? One doubts it.
Beasts of Gor, p. 255-256