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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, Chapter 2, Sentence #41)

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. No, it was not shocking, it was not deplorable, it was not horrifying. Rather, I realized, it was appropriate, and perfect. It was absolutely fitting, I suddenly realized, that such as he should be so addressed by such as she. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)