I wondered if once, long ago, men had been as he.
I wondered if once, long ago, men had been as he. About him, somehow, there was an aura of command, of authority, of one who rules, innocently and by right.
I had the sense, oddly enough, too, that he was accustomed to having his way with women, and, indeed, that he might have ruled them, literally, and I did not doubt but what he would have done so with an iron hand.
He seemed, somehow, to be the sort of man whom a woman must obey.
Kajira of Gor, p. 22