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I was not really a member of its household. I supposed it did not make much difference when one is a slave. One is sold in one market or another, one is in one cage or another, one is on one chain or another, one is in one collar or another. Yet how important is the master! So much depended on the master! Did it matter, really, if the master was a good master, whether he was of Ar or Brundisium, or far Turia or even Port Kar? Did it matter, really, whether he was of Cos or Tyros, or of the mainland? I knew that docilities and submissions were endemic, pervasive, universal, in the animal world, and were not humans a part of nature, natively as real and honest as any other form of life, selected for in the course of evolution, formed in the light of the same tendencies, habits, and forces that governed all life and meaning? How can we be fulfilled before we are kneeling at the feet of our masters? In nature we are their possessions. I wanted a master who would be to me as master to slave, who would be kind to me, and yet would have a whip, and would use it on me if I were not pleasing, a master whom I would obey, and must obey. How I wanted to be owned by Addison Steele! How would he treat me? I knew he despised me, muchly so, and rightfully so. I would try to be a good slave to him. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )