“How horrifying to be a slave,” I said. “Yes, Mistress,” she
“How horrifying to be a slave,” I said. “Yes, Mistress,” she said, putting her head down, smiling. I saw that, again, she was answering me in the fashion in which, doubtless, I wished to be answered, doubtless with deference to my dignity, status or freedom. Sorely then I envied her her collar. My feelings now began to alarm me. I decided that it would be safest to change the subject. “Where are the spaceships?” I asked. “Spaceships?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “I do not know,” she said. “I have never even seen one.” “Oh,” I said. “Has Mistress?” she asked. “No,” I said. I gathered that Susan, like myself, had been brought to this world unconscious. We knew nothing, or almost nothing, of how we had come here. “The people of this world have very little evidence,” she said, “that such things even exist. The only evidence they have, for the most part, is that of certain objects brought from Earth.” “Objects?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “Usually girls, in chains.” “You refer to them as ‘objects’?” I asked, horrified. “Yes, Mistress,” she said. “They are slaves.” “I see,” I said. “This world is, as Mistress will discover,” said the girl, “on the whole a very primitive and barbaric place. Do not expect to see complex machines and spaceships.” “Oh,” I said. “I do not even think that such ships are housed on this world,” she said. “I think they merely visit it, from elsewhere.” “Surely men must come and go between here and Earth,” I said. “Perhaps, Mistress,” she said. “But I know nothing of it.” “Have you no hope of returning to Earth?” I asked. “Look at me, Mistress,” she smiled. “I am half naked. I am branded. I am collared. I do not think I was brought to this world to be returned to Earth.” “But surely you wish to return to Earth,” I said. “No, Mistress,” she said. “But you are branded and collared,” I said. “You are a slave!” “It is my lot, Mistress,” she said. “I am not discontent.” “But, why?” I asked. “There are true men here,” she said. “I do not understand,” I said. “A thousand times better a collar on Gor than freedom on Earth,” she said. “I do not understand,” I said. “That is because Mistress is not a slave,” she said. -- source link