The girl kneeling before me, once Elicia Nevins
The girl kneeling before me, once Elicia Nevins, once the lofty, beautiful and proud agent of Kurii, now only my lovely slave, reached for my sandals. She pressed them to her lips, kissing them, and then, head down, began to tie them on my feet. She was quite beautiful, kneeling before me, performing this lowly task, the heavy iron collar and chain on her neck. I wondered what the emissary of Samos might wish.
“Your sandals are tied, Master,” said the girl, lifting her head, kneeling back. I regarded her. It is pleasant to own a woman.
Savages of Gor, p. 12-13