The master is the meaning of the slave’s life
The master is the meaning of the slave’s life, and she rejoices in her collar, that she belongs to him. What an incredible privilege, what an incredible honor, to be the slave of such a man! What an incredible joy to be fulfilled by him, to be owned and mastered by him!
“I suppose you are right,” said Boabissia.
“Conceive of it touching your body,” I said, “particularly as you might have to wait for it, expecting it, and knowing it was to come, and that you had to submit to it, the cool, cruel touch of it, the caress of it, and as you might be bound, or chained.”
“Yes, perhaps,” said Boabissia, uneasily.
“Sometimes slaves oil much more quickly after such a touch,” I said.
Prize of Gor, p. 309