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“unbelievably, even Charlie —had come from moments of privacy with red eyes. Piper had cried the most, and openly. But it wasn’t loss she saw on Cameron’s face now. It was something worse. “They let us go,” he said. “They almost killed us back at Little Cottonwood, but then they had their time to cool off, and now they’re just watching again. They won’t hurt us. No matter what we do, we’re free to be slaves.” “We don’t know that,” Andreus said. Cameron’s eyes went to the warlord then to Charlie before they settled on Piper. When he spoke, Piper”
― Sean Platt, Annihilation

“I’m not sure I should say.” “Well, I’m not going to beg you,” I told him. “Cold, cold water,” came from the landing above. Ricky glanced up at the old man and seemed disgusted. “We were alone in the Greek’s apartment, right above the store while the Greek was working,” he said. “And, what,”
― Tom Upton, Fading Away

“Submissives are collared, their Dominants giving them permission to learn while they sit patiently in the audience or accompany them onto the stage to do the training themselves. The uncollared Submissives are mostly unattended. One has a suitor, but he’s merely watching from the audience. Being collared is a serious commitment. Only a minority of the couples within the club are collared. Several have paired off and continue their play exclusively, but without a collar the commitment has yet to be made and the Submissive is not off-limits. It’s not an offense to not be given a collar, it’s simply something that isn’t rushed into. There's a sense of respect and obligation surrounding the process, and every Dominant or Master has their own way of going about it. I’ve never had the honor of giving out a collar. None of the handful of women I’ve kept as Slaves have wanted to stay. They may have said one thing, but I knew better. I have yet to meet the woman who is my match. The women on”
― Lauren Landish, Sold

“them, and Roscoe shook his head. “Ain’t no point in trying to hide,” he said. “Let’s just get to it. Hell, you never know but what you might get lucky. Maybe you be the one to walk out of here instead of me.” “Don’t you ever shut up?” The voice came from inside the bushes, and a moment later they parted as a man stepped out. He was taller than Roscoe by a couple of inches, but where Roscoe was thick and muscular, this man was thin and wiry. “That’s all”
― David Archer, Justice Net