“You must love upon command?” I asked, horrified.

“You must love upon command?” I asked, horrified.
“We must do as we are told,” she said. “We are slaves.”
I shuddered at the thought of the helplessness of the slave.
“We may hope, of course,” she said, “that we come into the power of true masters.”
“Does this ever happen?” I asked.
“Often, Mistress,” she said.
“Often?” I said.
“There is no dearth of true masters here,” she said.

Kajira of Gor, p. 73

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