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ignite and stoke the slave fires in her lovely belly. It is no wonder slaves often find themselves at the feet of their master, kneeling, and begging. Too, such garments are supposed to make it difficult to conceal weapons. There is no place in such a garment, for example, for a dagger. To be sure, it can be a capital offense for a slave to touch a weapon without a free person’s permission, so there is little danger of the slave’s attempting to conceal a weapon in the first place. But the garment, too, makes it difficult, or impossible, to conceal a roll, a purloined larma, or such. When the slave shops, if she is permitted to use her hands, and is not sent out back-braceleted with a coin sack tied about her neck, she commonly holds the coins clenched in her fist, or, not unoften, either, holds them in her mouth. Such garments are cheap, too, of course, and require little cloth. Too, many are designed with a disrobing loop, by means of which the garment may be easily removed, to be swept from her, or dropped, to fall about her ankles, depending on the garment. The loop is usually at the left shoulder, as most masters are right-handed.
    She turned away from me.
    “We are now out of the Steel World,” she said.
    “So?” I said.
    “You freed Ramar,” she said.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “Will you not now free me?” she asked.
    “No,” I said. “Do not be absurd. You are not a sleen. You are nothing, only a human female.”
    “And one who belongs in a collar?”
    “Obviously,” I said.
    “In your collar?”
    “In a collar,” I said, “whomsoever’s it might be.”
    “In any man’s?” she said.
    “In some man’s,” I said.
    “Yours?”
    “Not necessarily,” I said, “but in some man’s collar.”
    “I belong in a collar?”
    “Of course,” I said.
    “I gather,” she said, “that female slavery exists on this world?”
    “That is true,” I said, “and male slavery, as well.”
    “But most slaves are female, are they not?”
    “Yes,” I said. “Slavery is a misfortune for the male, for the male, or most males, are naturally free, and master, but bondage is apt for the female.”
    “Females are not the same as males?” she said.
    “No,” I said. “They are quite different, profoundly, radically different.”
    “The male is to own, and the female is to be owned?”
    “The female, as a female,” I said, “can find her total fulfillment only in bondage, only at the feet of a powerful male, who will see her and treat her as the property she wishes to be, and nature intended her to be.”
    “I see,” she said.
    “It does not matter whether you do or not,” I said.
    “I am in a collar.”
    “Yes.”
    She looked away.
    “I suppose female bondage has a justification,” she said.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “Nature,” she said.
    “Certainly,” I said. “Nature. Let her tell you of the rightfulness of your collar.”
    She spun about, tears in her eyes. She clutched her collar. “She has told me!” she cried.
    “I know,” I said.
    “But we are no longer in the Steel World,” she said. “Here, surely, whether I will it or not, you will free me!”
    “If you are testing me, trying my patience,” I said, “I do not care for it.”
    “But we are alone,” she said. “You need not now, nor could you, continue to hold me in bondage!”
    “Do you wish to be freed?” I asked.
    “No,” she cried. “I do not wish to be free! But you must free me! You are not Gorean! You are of Earth, of Earth! You have no choice but to free me!”
    “I do not understand,” I said. Did she not know she stood on the soil of Gor, and was collared?
    “You must take me away from myself!” she sobbed. “You must rob me of myself!”
    “I do not understand,” I said.
    “You are of Earth, of Earth!” she said. You have no choice but to free me! You must free me!”
    “You think so?” I asked.
    “Certainly,” she wept.
    “Certainly?” I inquired.
    “Certainly,” she said.
    “Remove your