“You belong in a collar,” he said.

“You belong in a collar,” he said.
“Not for such a reason,” I said.
“And you will be kept in one,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you belong in one,” he said. “Get on your belly!”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“You are unworthy to kiss my feet,” he said. “Kiss the floor before me.”
I obeyed. Also my thighs were heated. I felt helpless.

Conspirators of Gor, p. 472

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