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And under that heel and domination how could she be other than she was, so helplessly, so exquisitely feminine? The word had escaped her lips. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #38)

"That is better," he said. "Yes," she said, "—Master". How startled I was! How astonished I was! Should I not be furious? Was it not shocking, and deplorable, to hear that word, the word 'Master', on the lips of the proud Miss Henderson? Was it not horrifying that such a word should escape her lips! Those pure, soft, vulnerable, kissable lips, which I had for so long longed to press brutally beneath mine! And how she had said that word, it escaping her so honestly, so plaintively, so confessedly! How feminine she was, beneath the heel and will of his domination. And under that heel and domination how could she be other than she was, so helplessly, so exquisitely feminine? The word had escaped her lips. I had heard it. The word 'Master'. Dreadful, dreadful! But how exciting, too, it was for me to hear the proud Miss Henderson, she to whom I would scarcely dare aspire, she of whom I would scarcely dare dream, address that word to a man! Indeed, to be perfectly honest, I was thrilled to hear that word, that beautiful, socially exquisite, magnificent, deferent word, on the lips of the proud, prissy, pretentious, sweetly hipped, exquisitely figured, tormentingly beautiful Miss Henderson. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)