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I would manipulate my master so subtly that he would not even grasp what I was doing to him until I had been successful, until he was at my feet, lost, reduced, docile, confused, ingratiating, insecure, pathetic, needful, desperately eager to please me. I would wrap him about my little finger! Oh, I would have an easy life, a pampered life, with luxuries, and I would have him, a vaunted Gorean master, serve me as might a slave. I would turn him into no more than the men whom I knew on Earth, those with whom I was familiar. I would turn him into an obedient, manipulable Earth male, sex-betraying, dominance-surrendering, self-surrendering. I remembered the "male feminists" of my world, a laughing stock to women, despised even by the hate-filled, power-seeking, politically motivated women they sought so pathetically to please. I wondered, briefly, if these frustrated, lonely, empty women challenged men in order, on some subconscious level, to provoke, ultimately, a ferocious reaction, a putting of them, in one way or another, in the collars they needed, in the collars in which they belonged. But I did not need a collar! I did not belong in one! I was different! And so I confirmed myself in my resolution to reduce and subdue a master, to turn him, in effect, into a slave, into no more than a typical male of Earth. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter )