This is analogous to the secret slaveries which sometimes exist on Earth
This is analogous to the secret slaveries which sometimes exist on Earth, where a woman, returning home, kneels and waits to be collared. How startled would be the fellows in the office to discover that that trimly figured, luscious co-worker of theirs, to them seemingly so cool, aloof and inaccessible, is at home another man’s slave.
Too, how startled would be the women in certain neighborhoods, or in certain organizations and groups, to discover that one of their most popular neighbors, or prominent members, is, in the privacy of her own dwelling, a slave. Alerted by a code word in a seemingly innocent phone call, she prepares herself for her master. She bathes herself and combs herself. She makes herself up. She applies perfume. When he arrives home she is awaiting him, naked, kneeling, on the slave mat, at the foot of his bed, her collar before her.
“Greetings, Master,” she says. She then lifts the collar in her teeth, that he may put it on her.
Blood Brothers of Gor, p. 79