Surely I am not beginning to find myself responsive to these handsome
Surely I am not beginning to find myself responsive to these handsome, virile, dominating, masterful brutes! And surely not when I am naught but a meaningless slave! No, I told myself, never, no, no, no!
But I had already begun to sense, fearing the comprehension, how the slave girl sees men, how she responds to the complementarity between their power and her utter vulnerability, between their cruel strength and her helpless beauty, between their owning and her being owned. She knows she is the property of men.
One dominates; one submits. The mastery is his, the submission hers. In her condition she is subject to the laws of nature, not the artifacts of convention. To the slave girl men are not only of interest, but inordinately attractive.
At his feet, their heads bowed, they receive the domination without which they are incomplete.
Captive of Gor, p. 111-112