"Please, Master," she said, "take pity on me. Take pity on the miserable needs of a girl."

"You are not mine," I told her. "You are a pretty little thing, but I do not own you."

"Please," she said.

"Your master," I said, "if he chooses, will satisfy your needs. If he does not, he will not." For all I knew she might be under the discipline of deprivation. If that were so, I had no wish to impair the effectiveness of her master's control over her. Besides I did not know him. I did not wish to do him dishonor, whoever he might be."

Beasts of Gor,  page 49

"Did you know that Hendow is thinking of placing restrictions on your use?" he asked.

"Why would he do that?" I asked.

"I think he is fond of you," he said.

"I am pleased, if my master finds me pleasing," I said."

Dancer of Gor, page 234

"These girls may be exchanged among the men, but commonly they are not. Most masters are rather possessive about their slaves, particularly if they are fond of them."

Guardsman of Gor, page 209

"Context determines much. If a young man is giving a proper and refined dinner, his girl, modestly attired, will commonly serve it, shyly and deferentially, quietly and self-effacingly, as befits a slave. She may even draw commendations from this mother, pleased that he has purchased such a modest, useful girl.

In a dinner for his rowdy male companions, of course, in which even unmixed wines might be served, she, obedient, writhing and sensuous, is quite a different girl. Perhaps he has even purchased her some training, from local slave masters. His guests, uncontrolled in their desire, driven half mad with passion, will mightily envy him his girl.  Perhaps he, in Gorean hospitality, will share her with them, but, in the end, when they have gone, it is at the foot of his own couch that she, licking and kissing, and begging, will be chained.“

Guardsman of Gor, pages 106, 107

”What have we here!“ cried a man cheerfully.

”Slaves!“ cried others.

”Hold,“ said I. ”We are honest men, and are not thieves. Release them.“

The man loosed the hair of the girls. Swiftly they knelt, frightened.

"These girls,“ said I, ”belong to Imnak.“

”He is a red hunter,“ said a man.

”He is one with us,“ I said.

There was an angry cry.

I drew my blade.  ”None may use them without his permission,“ I said. ”I shall maintain discipline, if need be, my comrades, by the blade.“

Beasts of Gor, page 174