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"Thank you, Master," she said softly, humbly. Tears welled in her eyes. "Call me Cabot," I said, "as was your wont". On Gor I had not minded owning women as much as I should have but I had never been overly fond of being addressed by the title of Master. It was enough to be Master. The women I had owned, Sana, Talena, Lara, and others of whom I have not written, Passion Slaves rented for the hour in the Paga Taverns of Ko-ro-ba and Ar, Pleasure Slaves bestowed on me in token of hospitality for a night spent in a friend's compartments, had known that I was master and that had been sufficient. On the other hand I have never truly objected to the title because I had not been long on Gor before I understood, for some reason that is not yet altogether clear to me, that the word "Master" can indescribably thrill a girl when she finds it on her lips, now those of a slave girl, and knows that it is true. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )