~Commands~
* Be Silent: “Do not speak foolishly,” I commanded her, angrily. “Be silent!” Raiders of Gor
“I cautioned her to silence, holding my finger across my lips. This is a very natural gesture. I do not know if the gesture, considered as a Gorean gesture, had an independent development, or if, specifically, somewhere in the remote past, it had an Earth origin. There are many Gorean gestures, of course, some of which are very similar to Earth gestures and some of which are not. Another way of warning an individual to silence, incidentally, is to touch the fingers twice, lightly, to the lips. The origin of that gesture, as far as I know, is uniquely Gorean.” Players of Gor
* Gag Signals: “You are familiar with gag signals, are you not?” he asked. I whimpered once. When a woman is gagged, one whimper means “Yes,” and two, “No.” Witness of Gor
*Blanket: “When a blanket, or cloak, or covering of any sort, is thrown over a slave like this she may not speak or rise. She must remain as she is, silent, until the Master, or some free man, lifts the covering away.” Explorers of Gor
* Come: “Come here,” commanded Kamchak, and Aphris ran lightly to him, timidly.” Nomads of Gor
“Approach me, slave girl,” I said, “and kneel.” She lifted her head and looked at me, angrily, proudly, for a moment, but then she said, “Yes, master,” and did as she was commanded.” Nomads of Gor
“I who had desired to kneel before him of my own free will had been commanded to his sandals as a slave girl.” Slave Girl of Gor
“Beverly!” called Policrates, sharply. I tried to control myself. Then I saw she who had once been Beverly Henderson hurry into the room, commanded by her master.” Rogue of Gor
“I snapped my fingers. She, even though frightened, must come to my arms.” Guardsman of Gor
“I snapped my fingers, and beckoned that she might approach me. She rose to her feet and approached me, backwards, as I had taught her.” Vagabonds of Gor
“I snapped my fingers and Ina hurried to me. As I had kept the palm of my hand up, she did not kneel. She stood happily before me.” Vagabonds of Gor
“I snapped my fingers. She hurried angrily to stand before me.” Magicians of Gor
“If he found me of slave interest,” she said, “why was it that he never snapped his fingers, summoning me to his table, why did he not bind me, and thrust me before him to an alcove?” Mariners of Gor
* Crawl: “Get on your hands and knees,” said Barus. “Carry the sticks, one by one, in your mouth.” “Yes, Master,” she said, angrily. I smiled to myself to see the Mistress’ spy, commanded by a free man, obeying.” Fighting Slave of Gor
“Crawl!” he commanded.” Witness of Gor
“Crawl, slut!” called more than one, as the slave was gestured from the tiny cage and, on all floors, head down, made her way to the floor ring, before which she was knelt, and to which her small hands were fastened.” Smugglers of Gor
“I gestured that she should return the whip, and then, briefly, placed four fingers, downward, on the arm of the curule chair. The whip would be returned, then, in the manner of the naked slave.” Guardsman of Gor
* “Dance, Slave!” commanded the proprietor, her Master.” Raiders of Gor
“Should she miserably fall to slavery the passion dance of a nude slave girl will surely be among the least of what is commanded of her.” Marauders of Gor
“Slowly, if permitted, she would rise to an erect kneeling position; her hands, as she lifted herself, extended toward us. Four times said I “No,” each time my command forcing her head back, her body bent, to the floor, and each time, again, to the music, she lifted her body.” Tribesmen of Gor
“You commanded me to dance my beauty for the guests of Samos,” said she, “Master.” Tribesmen of Gor
“Dance for us, Earth wench,” he said. Her accent had betrayed her. “Yes, Master,” she said. Before the table, to the music of some four musicians, Helen, commanded, danced before a Gorean master.” Slave Girl of Gor
“Dance, Slave,” said Kisu. “Yes, Master,” said Tende. Tende then, obedient to her master’s command, as Kisu clapped his hands and sang, danced on a flat rock in the Ua river, danced before Bila Huruma, so far away, her master’s enemy, from whom she had been stolen.
She danced well.” Explorers of Gor
“Are you now commanding me to dance before you?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, “you dance now as a commanded slave. And if I am not well pleased have no fear but what you will be well beaten, if not slain.” “Yes, Master,” she said. I then stepped back from her. “When I clap my hands,” I said, “you will dance, Slave.” “Yes, Master,” she said. I then struck my hands together, and, terrified, the girl danced.” Explorers of Gor
“Continue to dance here,” said Tenalion, indicating a place before his small table. “Yes, Master,” she said, commanded.” Fighting Slave of Gor
“Out, out, all of you!” commanded the interior whip master, and the dancers emerged once more, all, to the sand, to receive the plaudits of the crowd.” Prize of Gor
“Dance!” commanded Peisistratus. And the slave danced, as she could, danced for fear of the whip, for fear of her life, danced for the pleasure of men, hoping to please them, hoping that they might see how beautiful and desirable she was, and would be kind to her, and then for the sudden desperation of her awakened needs, and danced as what she was, a slave.” Kur of Gor
* Do Not Struggle: “Do not struggle, well-formed beauty,” whispered Cabot, and she, commanded, was instantly quiet, not daring to move in the slightest.” Kur of Gor
* Down: “When the command ‘Down!’ is heard,” said a man to us, “you will fling yourselves to your belly instantly. When the command ‘Up!’ is heard, you will stand, instantly, arranging yourselves as you are now.” “Yes, Master,” we said. There is a common command, familiar to all female slaves, “Belly,” which brings us instantly to our bellies before he who commands us. This particular command expression, however, was not used in this context. I speculate that this was because the context of the two commands, and certainly their connotations, was so different. It is one thing, for example, to aesthetically and beautifully signify submission by bellying, perhaps on the furs at the foot of the couch, we being permitted upon them, and quite another to fling oneself down so that quarrels may be suddenly fired from behind one. Too, normally in the “belly command” one orients oneself toward he who commands, not away from him.” Witness of Gor
* Drink: “Sometimes Verna would say, “Drink,” and I would pour wine into her goblet, saying, “Yes, Mistress,” and sometimes Rask of Treve would command me, saying “Drink,” and I would then, similarly, serve him, saying “Yes, Master.” Captive of Gor
No slave takes wine without the permission of the master. And even then, as often as not, she takes it only on his command, and under his eye, usually kneeling before him. Sometimes, even, he puts his hand in her hair, bends her head back, and pours it down her throat. It is done by his will.
Mercenaries of Gor
“He extended his goblet to me. “Drink,” he said, offering me the cup. I looked at the rim of the cup. I shook with terror. “A slave girl dares not touch with her lips the rim of that cup which has been touched with the lips of her master,” I whispered.” Captive of Gor
* Eat: “With bits of the raw flesh I fed them, thrusting pieces into their mouth. Ilene was sickened, repulsed, but, upon my command, swallowed her feeding.” Hunters of Gor
“These claims may be explicit, as in branding, binding and collaring, or as in the uttering of a claimancy formula, such as “I own you,” “You are mine,” or “You are my slave,” or implicit, as in, for example, permitting the slave to feed from your hand or follow you.” Players of Gor
“In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control.” Guardsman of Gor
“It is not unusual for a slave’s first food from a new master to be received in a hand feeding. It may also be done, from time to time, of course, with all, or a portion, of a given snack, or meal. This sort of thing expresses symbolically, and teaches her also, on a very deep level, that she is dependent upon him for her food, that it is from his hand, so to speak, that she receives it.” Magicians of Gor
“Elizabeth Cardwell took the meat in her two hands, confined before her by slave bracelets and the chain of the sirik, and bending her head, her hair falling forward, ate it. She, a slave, had accepted meat from the hand of Kamchak of the Tuchuks. She belonged to him now.” Nomads of Gor
* Eyes Front: “The slave cast a furious glance at her but the fellow about whose pommel was looped the chain put back his head and laughed loudly, and gave the chain a little, admonitory shake. “Eyes front, Marga,” he commanded her. “Yes, Master,” she said, frightened, and turned her head forward, and held it deliberately, fixedly, in that attitude, and kept her eyes, too, squarely ahead, not so much as glancing to the side.” Prize of Gor
* Feed Me: “One thing of that sort I recall is a trick where the girl feeds the master a grape held between her teeth. She may or may not have her wrists braceleted behind her back for this particular feat. One leg is folded beneath her and the other is extended behind her, toes pointed, and then she lifts the grape delicately to your mouth. Elizabeth and I used to laugh heartily over this one, but I think it was effective, as I seldom got beyond the third grape.” Assassin of Gor
* Fetch: “Lana and Ute, too, went to the wagon, to fetch other botas, so commanded by other guards.” Captive of Gor
“Fetch it,” I said. She rose from the bed, scarcely able to stand, bent over, so much was her need upon her. “No,” I said. She looked at me. “On your knees,” I said. “In your teeth.” She crawled to the crop and, putting her head down, sideways, took it in her teeth. She, on her hands and knees, brought it to me. I took it roughly from her mouth. “Get on the couch,” I told her. “Yes, Warrior.” she whispered, again crawling upon the scarlet sheets. I put the crop beside the couch, at hand. I doubted that it would be necessary to use it.” Tribesman of Gor
* Go: “When a master wishes to make use of a slave girl he tells her to light the lamp of love which she obediently does, placing it in the window of his Chamber that they may not be disturbed. Then with his own hand he throws upon the stone floor of his chamber luxurious love furs, perhaps from the larl itself, and commands her to them.” Priest-Kings of Gor
“To the Waiting Cells, Slave!” commanded Ho-Tu. He slapped the slave goad that hung at his belt.
Terror came into the eyes of the girl. She threw one wild look at Relius and then, as Ho-Tu removed the slave goad from his belt, she ran weeping from the room.” Assassin of Gor
“Go to the kitchen,” said I, “Kettle Slave.” Telima turned and, in the stained tunic of rep-cloth, left the room, as she had been commanded.” Raiders of Gor
“She, too, was ordered to a longboat, abruptly, as one commands a slave.” Hunters of Gor
“Depart!” I commanded.” Hunters of Gor
“To the pen,” commanded the Forkbeard. Weeping, she hurried to the pen.” Marauders of Gor
“When she looked up, he commanded her to the couch. She ran, eagerly to it, tearing the slave silks with which she had been adorned from her body, and knelt upon it, small, her head down, awaiting her master.” Tribesmen of Gor
“Samos turned to the two slave girls who knelt to one side. “Be gone, Slaves,” he said. Swiftly, in their silk, they fled from the room, commanded by a man.” Slave Girl of Gor
“On your feet!” he said. “Run to the nearest galley! Beg to be displayed there, as the loot you are!” “Yes, Master!” she cried and, leaping up, fled toward the galley, a commanded slave.” Rogue of Gor
“It is late,” I said. “Go to the window.” In the darkness of the cabin, barefoot, stepping softly through the glass and bits of frame scattered on the floor, she went, as commanded, to the window.” Guardsman of Gor
* Hair: “It is not unusual, incidentally, for slave girls, particularly for those who may not have proved superbly pleasing, as yet, to discover that their hair, even while it is still on them, is expected, like themselves, to serve various lowly, domestic purposes. For example, when a girl, serving at a banquet, hears the command, “Hair,” she knows she is to go to the guest and kneel, and lower her head, that her hair may be used as a napkin or wiping cloth, by means of which the free person, either male or female, may remove stains, crumbs or grease from his hands.” Kajira of Gor
* Heel: “You will be well taught to heel and obey,” said he.” Marauders of Gor
The Forkbeard turned about and, one arm about Pudding, the other about Gunnhild, started from the dock. Hilda followed him, to his left.
“She heels nicely,” said Ottar. The men and bond-maids laughed. The Forkbeard stopped. Hilda’s face burned red with fury, but she kept her head high. Pet sleen are taught to heel; so, too, sometimes, are bond-maids; I was familiar with this sort of thing, of course; in the south it was quite common for slave girls, in various fashions in various cities, to heel their masters. Hilda, of course was a free woman. For her to heel was an incredible humiliation. The Forkbeard started off again, and then again stopped. Again, Hilda followed him as before. “She is heeling!” laughed Ottar. There were tears of rage in Hilda’s eyes. What he said, of course, was true. She was heeling. On his ship the Forkbeard had taught her, though a free woman, to heel.” Marauders of Gor
“The Forkbeard said nothing to her, but, the next day, when the sun was hot on the deck, and he released her for her exercise, and he walked about the deck, she, though a free woman, heeled him perfectly. The crew had roared with laughter. I, too, had smiled. Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar, had been taught to heel.” Marauders of Gor
“My Jarl,” said a voice. We turned about. Hilda knelt before Ivar Forkbeard, her hair to his feet. “May I not follow my Jarl?” she begged. “A lowly bond-maid begs to heel her Jarl.” “Then, heel,” said Ivar, good-naturedly, turning away. “Thank you, my Jarl!” she wept, leaping to her feet, falling into step on his left, two steps behind him.” Marauders of Gor
“I now carried his shield. I walked behind him, and to the left. I suppose I should have minded. I knew, of course, that I was heeling him.” Slave Girl of Gor
“He turned about and, with his weapons, strode from the camp. I followed him, at his heel, where a slave girl belongs.” Slave Girl of Gor
“I strode toward the market. I must leave soon. The girl stumbled after me, weeping. “Please, Master!” she wept. I did not tell her to heel. It was not necessary. She was slave.” Beasts of Gor
“After being led on a leash it is not unusual for a girl to beg her master to be permitted to heel him, following him deferentially in her proper place.” Fighting Slave of Gor
”Staggering under the weight of the shield, the pouch and bota about my neck, I followed him. Once he turned and, with the spear, indicated the position and distance at which I should follow. These things vary, I learned, from city to city, and depend, also, on such matters as context and conditions. In a market, in the crowding and jostling, for instance, a girl may follow so closely she pressed against the back of his left shoulder. Girls seldom follow behind and on the right. If she is thusly placed it is commonly a sign she is in disfavor. If more than one girl is involved, she who follows most closely on the left is generally taken to be in highest favor; girls compete for this position. In an open area, such as the fields in which we trekked, the girl is placed usually some five or ten feet behind, and on the left. If he must move suddenly she will not, thusly, constitute an impediment to his action. He again took up his march. Carrying his shield, the pouch and bota, some eight or nine feet behind him, on his left, I followed him. I suppose I should have minded. I knew I was heeling him.” Slave Girl of Gor
“A man’s slave usually heels him, following behind him, or behind him on his left.” Blood Brothers of Gor
“When he left the pit she followed him, a bit behind him and on his left, heeling him.” Kajira of Gor
“Do you know how to heel, Feiqa?” I asked. “Yes, Master,” she said. She was a Gorean woman, familiar at least superficially with the duties and obligations of slaves. To be sure, as a recently free woman, she might perhaps find herself astounded and horrified at some of the things that would now, even routinely, be required of her. I did not know. Certain things which are not only common knowledge to slaves but even a normal, familiar part of their lives seem to be scarcely suspected by free women. These are the sorts of things about which free women, horrified and scandalized, scarcely believing them, sometimes whisper, fearfully, delightedly, among themselves. Some Earth-girl slaves, brought to Got, incidentally, do not even know how to heel. Incredibly, they must be taught. They learn quickly, of course, in the collar, and subject to the whip.” Mercenaries of Gor
“I then turned about, again, and hurried even more rapidly after my new master. I did not want to lag too far behind, outside the normal heeling distance.” Dancer of Gor
“You, Claudia, slave girl,” she said. “Kneel behind him and to his left.” A slave girl, in heeling her master, commonly follows on the left. That she follows indicates that she is subservient, that he is master and she slave; that she follows on the left is a cultural matter probably indexed to the fact that most Goreans are right-handed. Her presence on the left, thus, is not likely to interfere with his draw or the movements of his sword arm.” Renegades of Gor
“Heel,” I said. “Yes, my captor,” she said. I turned to regard her. She would follow me, behind and on the left. In this way the sword arm is not likely to be encumbered.” Vagabonds of Gor
“He called Teibar then waved to the men about, and turning about, took his way from the area of the circle. The slave rose to her feet and hurried after him, to heel him.” Magicians of Gor
“Marcus and I stopped, and Phoebe knelt beside Marcus, back a bit, in close heeling position.” Magicians of Gor
“In moment or two Marcus was again beside me, and Phoebe behind him, on his left. The girl normally heels a right-handed master on the left, that she not encumber the movements of the weapon hand.” Magicians of Gor
“I knelt behind the pit master, to his left. That is the common heeling position.” Witness of Gor
“That woman now, perhaps, with Laura, heeled her master in Brundisium, some paces behind, and to his left.” Prize of Gor
“Master?” asked Ellen. But already he was threading his way through the crowd, and the fires. Swiftly she fell into place behind him, heeling him, behind his left shoulder, but, given the press of the crowd, much more closely than would normally be the case. A slave girl’s heeling distance is a function of a particular situation, of local circumstances, so to speak. In an open area a girl will normally heel three to five paces behind, normally on the left. Whereas following on the left, which is usual, may be a simple matter of gratuitous custom, it might also be noted that this arrangement may have a darker origin. If objects are to be handed to a man, say, a warrior, such as a buckler, or barbed war net, this transfer of articles from the left is not likely to discommode or encumber the most common weapon hand which is, of course, the right. On the other hand, it is thought that following on the left is generally a position of less dignity, and thus appropriate for animals, including slaves. A consideration favoring this possibility is that left-handed Goreans will also, commonly, have their sleen, their slaves, and such, follow on the left. A free woman walks proudly beside a free man or, if the press does not permit this, is often accorded the privilege of preceding him. One of the most humiliating things for a Gorean free woman, after she has been enslaved, other than the loss of her name, is that she must now follow, and neither walk beside nor lead.” Prize of Gor
“Cecily had heeled me into the pavilion. After entering with me, she had gone, as was proper, to first obeisance position, beside me, a bit back and to my left.” Swordsmen of Gor
“Commonly, the slave heels the master, usually behind him on his left, as his sword arm is usually the right arm. In this way her presence is not obtrusive, and is unlikely to either distract or encumber him. Also, in this way, he is usually between the slave and other males, possible danger, and such, that she, unarmed and half naked, may be shielded. This also tends to protect her from free women. Too, of course, the position is one of subordination, and is thus fitting for a slave, and domestic animal. For example, a domestic sleen is also likely to heel the master, and also on the left.” Swordsmen of Gor
“Heel us,” I snapped. Dutifully the girls fell in behind us, on our left.” Swordsmen of Gor
“Normally the slave remains behind the master, commonly on the left, as she would in heeling him. The free woman, of course, either walks beside the free man, or precedes him. The slave walks behind, for she is a slave. She heels on the left, by custom, as most men are right-handed, and their weapon arm is not to be encumbered. On the other hand, these arrangements are not without value to the slave. In walking behind him, for example, she is protected, sheltered from danger by the wall of his arm and steel.” Swordsmen of Gor
“She increased her pace, to close the gap between herself and her master, that she might follow in prescribed heeling position.” Conspirators of Gor
“Interestingly, the Lady Bina was, in many ways, rather different from the typical Gorean free woman. She had observed other free women, with serving slaves, and so she had me heel her, at the proper distance, on the left, appropriately, head down, but she was not at all strict about my looking about and I frequently did so.” Conspirators of Gor
“I rose to my feet, and tied up, as I could, the torn tunic, and replaced the kerchief. I then, carrying the suls, heeled my Mistress from the market.” Conspirators of Gor
“May I not heel Master?” I said. “No,” he said, “the trail is too narrow.” One heels on the left side, usually a little behind. Much depends on the master, the terrain, the crowding, or such.” Conspirators of Gor
“I shall now speak of him simply as Grendel. I heeled him into the large room, and, when he crouched down, at ease, before the broad dais, I knelt behind him, on his left.” Conspirators of Gor
“His slave, Donna, was behind him, kneeling, on his left, a common position in which a slave heels her master.” Smugglers of Gor
“I extended my hand. I would snap my fingers. When I snapped my fingers she would rise to her feet and follow me, heeling me, like the sleek domestic beast she was, to her master’s lodge. One of the first things a girl is taught to do is to heel.” Blood Brothers of Gor
*Hurry/Har-ta: “Hurry!” he commanded. He struck her again. “Yes, Master,” she sobbed, and, again, stumbled on before him, a blindfolded, herded slave girl.” Explorers of Gor
“Hurry now to the shore,” he said. “Build a fire, prepare food, Slave.” “Yes, Master,” she said, commanded, hurrying from us to address herself to her tasks.” Explorers of Gor
” ‘Har-ta!’ said Imnak to the girls. ‘Har-ta!’ The expression ‘har-ta’ is Gorean. ‘Faster! Faster!’” Beasts of Gor
* Injection Position: “Lie down there,” said Tutina, “on the rug, before his desk, on your right side, with your knees drawn up.”
Awkwardly, and with unsteadiness, and some pain, the older woman, tears in her eyes, humiliated, went to her hands and knees, and then to the position to which she had been directed. “Hereafter,” said Tutina, “when you hear the command ‘Injection position’, in whatever language, you will instantly, and unquestioningly, assume this position.” Prize of Gor
* Juice: “The slave is not a free woman,” said Tajima. “She is to be hot, helplessly so. She must juice upon command.” Swordsmen of Gor
*Kiss the Quirt: “Kiss the quirts,” she said. I did so, commanded by the woman whom I feared, who was my mistress.” Fighting Slave of Gor
*Kneel Walk/Crawl: “I indicated a flat leather box to one side. “Knee crawl,” I said, “Fetch it here.” She went to the box on her knees and picked it up, and returned to a place before me. It had been a simple knee crawl. I was briefly reminded, however, of the Turian knee walk, sometimes used by slave dancers. I considered the slave. I did not doubt but what she might be taught to dance.” Magicians of Gor
* Lean Back: “Lean back,” I said. She leaned back, shuddering with need, tears in her eyes, commanded.” Vagabonds of Gor
“He gestured to the grass, permissively. I sat back, on the grass, leaning back, on the palms of my hands. In this fashion one’s hands are rather behind one, and rather held in place, by one’s own weight. This position is one we are taught. In it, as is clear to us, we are more vulnerable.” Witness of Gor
* Lick and Kiss: “Yes,” I said. “Lick and kiss me.” “Lick and kiss you?” she said. “Yes,” I said. “You command me like a Gorean slave girl,” she said.” Rogue of Gor
* To My Lips: “To my lips, Slave Girl,” I commanded.” Priest-Kings of Gor
“To my lips,” he commanded. I fled to him, and kissed him, deeply, as a slave.” Kajira of Gor
* Lips to Boot: “Lips to boots,” I said. She pressed her lips to my boots, left and right, kissing them, and licking at them.” Mariners of Gor
* Look At Me: “Look into my eyes, Jason,” she commanded.” Fighting Slave of Gor
“Look at me,” I said. She turned her eyes toward mine, reluctantly, but helplessly, commanded to do so. They were filled with tears. Her lip trembled.” Renegades of Gor
* Man: “Man!” suddenly said the girl to her right. Instantly, without really thinking, and not really understanding, at least for the first instant, why she did what she did, Ellen went to the first obeisance position. It was, you see, a matter of an instant response, one consequent on her training. She heard the girl to her right laugh. Ellen was going to break position angrily, and speak crossly to the girl, thinking herself the victim of a joke, when it occurred to her that the “Man” command might have been appropriately motivated. She looked, subtly, to her right and left and found the others girls, too, in first obeisance position.” Prize of Gor
* March: “March!” came the command, a command accompanied by the crack of a whip, sudden and sharp.” Prize of Gor
“A command was barked, and there was a snap of the whip, and the coffle, the left foot of each figure first moving, began to move, approaching, paralleling the beach side of the wharf, several yards of which were now ablaze.” Swordsmen of Gor
“Attend me, Coffle,” said he, “for bondage march.” He held his hand, the visible signal of preparation, poised over his thigh. We tensed.
But, strangely, though of Earth, I did not object to a world in which men, like larls, were healthy. I wanted them that way, rich and glorious in their power. I sensed, perhaps, my complementarity to them. Only in a world where there were true men could there be true women. I felt the steel on my wrist, with its chain. He struck his right thigh with his open hand, suddenly, sharply. We moved out, slave girls, on the left foot, that the pace of the march be uniform. We were owned.” Slave Girl of Gor
* Mat: “She could not leave her mat without permission. Too, at the command “Mat!” she and the others must scurry to their mats and kneel upon them. Failure to do this promptly was cause for discipline.” Prize of Gor
*Nestle: “Nestle,” I told her. “Yes, Master,” she said. She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm.” Explorers of Gor
* Perform: “For your very life you performed,” I said. “Yes, Master,” she said, “as a terrified slave.” “Perform,” I commanded.” Explorers of Gor
“Return to the circle,” he said, “and, hands at your sides, turn slowly for us.” She did as she was commanded, and then again faced him, and the others.” Prize of Gor
“‘Perform,’ I commanded. Almost instantaneously she seemed transformed. I was startled. I found myself for the first time, partner to a woman’s dream. How vividly she was re-enacting the experience. Nay, how intensely was she reliving it. I could sense almost the high, oblong stone, that rude, barbaric eminence, on which, cross legged, sat her master. I could almost sense the torches, the pool of reptiles to one side, the rude altar, with its rings, in the background. I could almost feel and see the savages, those red men and women, in their ornate robes and feathers, in the midst of whom a white beauty, freshly enslaved, piteously strove to save her life by pleasing her stern red master. I watched her perform. I marveled. I think that no one will ever again be able to lie to me about women. How incredibly exciting and marvelous they are! What a fool a man is who does not seek, and release, the deepest slave in them! Then she was on her belly, whimpering, scratching at the turf, her face pressed against it. Delicately she extended her tongue and licked a stone. Then, moaning, she rolled onto her back and twisted, moving her head from side to side, in the dirt before me. The firelight was beautiful on her body. I think there was no aspect of attitude of her beauty which she had not, pleadingly, presented before me for my inspection and appraisal.” Explorers of Gor
* Please Me: “I think that I understood the problem of Donna. She feared men. The slave girl must, surely, if she is rational, fear men, but, too, she must regard them as potentially constituting for her sources of incredible pleasure. Donna’s timidity and lingering uncertainty with men, I think, was largely a function of her fear that she might not be capable of giving them pleasure. It is one thing to be thrown down and raped; it is quite another to hear the indolent command, “Please me.” The responsibility for pleasure is often placed on the slender, lovely shoulders of the slave girl. It is she, then, who must labor in her bondage to be pleasing. As soon as I had understood that the quality of my life on Gor, given my brand, would depend on my ability to please men I had begged Eta to give me instruction.” Slave Girl of Gor
“I laughed. I wondered if I had been tempted to weakness. She trembled then. Still she kissed me, but now frightened, trying to placate me.
How small and weak she was. And how beautiful. How I relished the owning of every bit of her! I wondered if I had been tempted to weakness. Courtesy and gentleness for a slave? Never! “Please me,” I said. My voice was hard. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. She began to lick and kiss at my body. In time I ordered her to desist and put her again to her back. I lifted aside the chain which ran to her collar.
“Oh,” she said, softly, as I claimed her. I felt her fingernails in my arms. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. How helpless she was in my arms.” Beasts of Gor
* Position: “Hands on thighs,” called the soldier, “spread your knees, back straight, chin up!” He pushed up her chin with the coiled whip. She looked straight ahead, tears streaming down her face. “You will be struck twice more,” he said. She cried out in misery, twice, each time shaken, each time almost thrown forward on her belly to the pavement. The blows were perfunctory, but, I suppose, to the one who receives them, they seemed intensely personal and meaningful. “Position,” said the soldier. She resumed the position to which she had been earlier commanded, promptly and exactly.” Mercenaries of Gor
“Position!” I snapped. Swiftly she knelt again, as she had been commanded earlier.” Vagabonds of Gor
“I trust that you and Iole,” I said, “were well punished for your altercation.” Normally masters do not much mix in the squabbles of slaves but, in this case, damage had been done, slaves bloodied, and tunics torn. Too, the slaves, in response to the command, “Position,” had not knelt properly.” Mariners of Gor
“Position,” said another of the men. Ellen, the beast having released her hair, went to position, kneeling, knees wide, back straight, head up, hands on thighs. “A pleasure slave,” said one of the men. “Obviously,” said another. Ellen wondered if she should have kept her knees closely together, before Mirus, but she had naturally, instantaneously, not even thinking about it, assumed the wide-kneed position.” Prize of Gor
“Position,” said the auctioneer to Ellen. And then Ellen, tears running down her cheeks, knelt appropriately before the men, as what she was, a Gorean pleasure slave, back on heels, back straight, head up, hands down on thighs, knees widely spread.” Prize of Gor
Her discomfiture amused the human, Peisistratus. “She is kajira?” he inquired of Cabot.”Yes,” said Cabot. “Why is she not in position?” inquired Peisistratus. . . . He removed the switch from his belt. She regarded the implement disbelievingly. “Kneel,” said Peisistratus to the girl, “now, instantly! Back on your heels. Spread your knees!” “My knees!” she cried. “Yes,” he said, “widely. More widely! Straighten your back, place your hands, palms down, on your thighs, lift your head, look straight ahead!” “Never!” she cried. And then the switch fell savagely upon her, twice. She screamed in misery. . . . “Up, slut, position, position!” said Peisistratus. Wildly, frantically, sobbing, tears streaming from her eyes, in pain, the brunette knelt before Peisistratus, in position, as required. “Keep your hands on your thighs!” snapped Peisistratus, for she had dared to move to cover herself. She complied instantly. Cabot was pleased to note this alacrity. Too, he was pleased to see her in position. She looked well in position, in the position of a Gorean female slave, indeed, rather, in the position of a Gorean female slave of a particular sort, the Gorean female pleasure slave.” Kur of Gor
“Enough,” I said. “Position.” She knelt then before me, as before, back on her heels, head up, back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs.” Mariners of Gor
“Suddenly one fellow said, sharply, “Position!” Instantly, reflexively, Iole and Alcinoë, frightened, knelt, back on their heels, knees spread, back straight, head up, looking ahead, neither to the left or right, the palms of their hands down, firmly, on their thighs.” Mariners of Gor
“Position!” I said. “Master!” protested several. “Need a command be repeated?” I asked. With cries of misery, and sobs, the slaves, or most, went to position. “Hold the lamp,” I said to Alcinoë. She took the lamp. “Please, no,” wept slave after slave. I drew away blankets, which had not fallen about the slaves. “Backs straight,” I said. “Lift your heads. Peer straight ahead. Shake the hair behind your shoulders.”
I looked about, from one slave to another. It was pleasant to do so. “Shoulders back,” I said. “Suck in your belly. Palms of your hands down on your thighs, firmly. Feel them there.” “Please, Master,” sobbed a girl. “We are high slaves!” “Many of us were once of high caste!” said another. “Split your knees,” I said. “Master!” wept a girl. “Wider,” I said. Mariners of Gor
“She was before me, in position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight, her head up, looking ahead, the palms of her hands down on her thighs, her knees spread, this making clear the nature of her bondage.” Mariners of Gor
“Position,” I said. She went to position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight her belly in, her shoulders back, her head up the palms of her hands down on her thighs. One does not break “position” without permission.” Smugglers of Gor
“Position,” called a fellow himself descending from the ship splashing, and wading to shore. So, cold, wet, and shivering, miserable, we went to “position,” kneeling back on our heels, our backs straight, our heads up looking ahead, our knees spread, as the slaves we were, the palms of our hands down on our thighs. “Ai!” I cried, in misery, lashed at the side of the neck by a switch. He had come up behind me, from having brought a small barrel to shore. “Are you not to be in position, your eyes forward?” he inquired. “Yes, Master!” I said. “Forgive me, Master!” I had twisted about, just a little from time to time, to watch the men. “Ha!” he said. “And you two, your eyes are now forward!” “Yes, Master!” they said. Then they cried out, “Forgive me, Master!” I heard their cries, to my right, as the switch struck twice. I was not the only one, it seemed, who had been curious. The side of my neck stung. I had been reminded that a lapse from position, however slight is not acceptable.” Smugglers of Gor
“Position!” he snapped. Instantly, reflexively, I went to position, kneeling back on my heels, back straight, head up hands palm down on thighs, looking forward, not meeting his eyes, knees spread.” Smugglers of Gor
* Pretend Disinterest: “Ah, I see,” I smiled. “Master sports with the slave.” I had thought that perhaps he had been referring to something I had heard about in training, the dangerous “pretended disinterest” sometimes commanded by masters of their girls, usually with respect to supper guests to whom he intends to lend her for the night. She must then, even if her belly is raging for the touch of the guest, attempt to pretend to disinterest in him, and even loathing, if the master wishes, though she must, of course, serve him with perfection. She then, gradually, permits herself to let her true feelings appear, thus attempting to give the impression of having been seduced by him, and then, later, after a suitable time, she is honestly piteous, kneeling beside him, licking and kissing. He then sends her to his room, that she may prepare it, and herself, for him. Most masters, however, do not do this sort of thing for it is meretricious, and, at best, a joke. Too, it can be dangerous for the girl, as she is usually under the obligation, at least by the seventh Ahn, if he has not penetrated to the heart of the matter by then, which is usually the case to inform the use master of her master’s jest, which intelligence he might or might not appreciate. Many girls have been whipped for such things, which are not really their fault. They are only obeying, as they must. But then a girl must sometimes expect the whip, I suppose. She is, after all, a slave. On the other hand, few men will whip a girl for having pretended not to he attracted to him, if she is actually attracted to him, particularly if she has done so under her master’ s orders.” Dancer of Gor
* Run: “Run!” I commanded.” Nomads of Gor
“Run to the iron, wench,” suddenly commanded Ivar Forkbeard, harshly.” Marauders of Gor
“When this command is given, she runs toward her objective, taking short rapid steps, with her legs almost straight, her feet hardly leaving the floor. As she moves her back is straight, her head is turned toward the left, and her arms are at her sides, her palms facing outward at a 45-degree angle to her body. Upon reaching her objective she drops gracefully to her knees and typically resumes the position of Nadu.” Assassin of Gor
*Sandals: “Sandals!” I suddenly snapped. A Gorean command need not be repeated. Peggy, startled, wild-eyed, rose to her knees and seized my sandals. I stood up, bending over in the low alcove. I pulled on my tunic. She thrust the sandals to her lips, kissing them. “Master?” she asked. She placed the sandals on my feet, thonging them tightly. I buckled my belt, with its dependent pouch. I slung the sword belt, with its attached scabbard, with its sheathed steel, over my left shoulder. “Master?” asked Peggy. . . . She finished tying the sandals. As she knotted each she kissed the knot, and then, when finished with both, put her head to my feet in a graceful gesture of submission. Tying his sandals, and often thusly, is a small, homely service often performed by the slave girl for her master.” Rogue of Gor
“Take off my sandals,” I said. “Yes, Master,” she said. She looked up. “Never until I was a slave,” she said, “did I feel so helpless, alive and vulnerable.”
I said nothing. “I must untie your sandals,” she said. “I must crawl to you, if you wish. I must do anything you want. I am happy.” “Attend to your work,” I told her. “Yes, Master,” she said. Then she had removed the sandals. She kissed them, and looked up at me.” Explorers of Gor
* Shackle Yourself: “One of the kinsmen of Farouk went to the kurdahs of slave girls, hobble chains at his saddle pommel; he would rein in before a kurdah, throw the girl the hobble and order her, “Shackle yourself”; he would wait the moment it took for the girl to snap the small ring about her right wrist and, behind her body, the larger one about her left ankle; the rings are separated by about six inches of chain; they are not sleeping hobbles, which confine only the ankles; then he would rush to the next kurdah, fling a hobble to the next girl, and repeat his command.” Tribesmen of Gor
*She-Quadruped: “In what slavery, or slaveries, will Master place me?” she asked. I looked at her position. “Perhaps in the slavery of the she-quadruped,” I said. “Master may do so, if he wishes,” she said, “if it pleases him, or amuses him.” In this form of slavery, which is commonly used for disciplinary purposes, or for the amusement of the master, the woman is not permitted to arise from all fours; similarly she is not permitted human speech, though she may signify needs and desires by such means as cringing, and moaning and whimpering. Not permitted the use of her hands, save as a means of locomotion, she must also eat and drink from pans set on the floor, or, sometimes, to satisfy her thirst, she must lap the water permitted to her from puddles or lick pillages from the tiles; too, it is not uncommon to chain her near her master’s feet, while he dines, that he may, if he wishes, throw her scraps of food. She will also be taught tricks, through which paces she may be put for the entertainment of her master’s guests, such things as begging, lying down, rolling over, and fetching his sandals in her teeth. And, needless to say, when her master wishes to use her sexually, it will be in a position common to the she-quadruped.” -Guardsman of Gor
“At that time I did not know of the habit of some masters, usually imposed as a punishment, to refuse an upright posture to their girls, and to refuse them, as well, the use of human language. They must go about on all fours, or their bellies, and communicate, as they can, by whimpers, moans, and such. They are naked, save for their collars. They are not permitted to use their hands to feed themselves, and so on. Needless to say, they also serve in this modality. There are various Gorean expressions for this; one is the “discipline of the she-tarsk.” A tarsk a piglike animal. The boars are tusked, and can be quite large. They are also territorial and fierce. Many hunters have lost their lives in their pursuit. The sows are smaller and lack tusks. The male keeps them in his group, or, so to speak, in his harem.” Witness of Gor
“Sometimes slaves are not permitted to touch food with their own hands. Sometimes, in such a case, they are fed by hand; at other times their food might be thrown to them or put out for them in pans, and such, from which then, not using their hands, on all fours, head down, they must feed, in the manner of she-quadrupeds, or slaves, if it be the master’s pleasure.” Mercenaries of Gor
“She is perhaps under the discipline of the she-quadruped,” I said. The girl whimpered, looking at us, nodding her head affirmatively. Then she put down her head, again. “Oh,” said Boabissia. In this discipline the female is forbidden human speech. She is also forbidden human posture, in the sense that she is not allowed to rise to her feet. Her locomotion, unless commanded to roll, or put under similar commands, suitable for a pet, will be on all fours. Her food will be thrown to her, or put in pans on the ground. In either case, she must feed without the use of her hands. She may also, of course, be fed by hand, but, again, will not be permitted to touch the food with her hands. She may be taught tricks. Sometimes these are taught as functions of arbitrary sounds, so that she must learn them as any animal might, without the benefit of an earlier understanding of the words used. If she is slow to learn, of course, she is punished, as would be any other animal. When used, too, it will commonly be in the modality of the she-quadruped. This discipline is often used as a punishment, but it may also figure in the training of a new girl. It helps her to understand what she now is, an animal totally subject to her master. After some time, sometimes as little as a few Ahn, in this discipline, she begs mutely, pleadingly, as eloquently as she can, to be permitted to serve her master in fashions more typical of the normal female slave, fashions in which her bondage, because of the greater complexities and latitudes of dutifulness and subservience possible with human activity, speech and posture, for example, dance, beginning at least on her feet, and song, may be even more deliciously complete and pleasing to him. To make certain that there are no possible confusions or misunderstandings involved in such cases the master usually gives the female a brief opportunity to speak, usually only a few Ihn, in which she must make her pleas, hoping to win his favor. If he is not satisfied with her pleas, of course, she is returned promptly to the former discipline. Too, for wasting his time, she might be exposed to other disciplines, as well, usually the lash.” Mercenaries of Gor
“Get on all fours,” said the woman. Lale was then on all fours. “You are now in the modality of the she-quadruped,” said my hostess.
Lale moaned. “Esne,” called my hostess. That woman, she who had earlier taken the Lady Labiena from the floor, came over. She, too, carried a whip, and was dressed in brief leather, rather like that of a warrior. At her belt was a chain leash. My hostess made a sign and Lale was leashed. “Can you understand me, my little she-quadruped?” asked my hostess. “Whimper once for ‘Yes,’ whimper twice for ‘No.’” Lale whimpered once. “Good,” said my hostess. “You are a bright little she-quadruped.” The chain shook, as Lale trembled. “Have you ever served as a she-quadruped before, asked my hostess. Lale whimpered twice. “But you understand something of what is involved, do you not?” asked my hostess. One whimper. “For two weeks,” said my hostess, “or more, if I choose, you will be chained in the darkness, in one of the back alcoves, serving there as a speechless animal any who may come upon you or desire you.” Lale groaned in pain. “Do you understand?” asked my hostess. Lale whimpered once.” Mercenaries of Gor
“I recalled the device that my hostess had used in communicating with the slave, Lale, a not uncommon one, or, at least, one of a not uncommon type, for females put in the modality of the she-quadruped. “You will whimper once for ‘Yes,’” I said, “and twice for ‘No.’ Do you understand?” Mercenaries of Gor
“To all fours,” said her keeper. Immediately she went to all fours. “Describe a circle, of some five paces in diameter, on all fours, as you are now,” said her keeper, “and return to this place.” I watched her. In this way was she well displayed, and in the attitude of the she-quadruped. She was then again before us, on all fours, head down.” Magicians of Gor
“Too, for some days, I kept her in the bondage of the she-quadruped, or she-tarsk, not permitting her to rise to her feet, but she must go about on all fours. Too, her food and water must be taken from pans on the floor, without the use of her hands. ” Mariners of Gor
* Show Rebellion: “There is a mock rebellion which is sometimes permitted a slave girl, or even commanded of her, for the master’s amusement. I felt a tear on my cheek. “Show rebellion,” is a command which a girl must, as any other, obey. Yet it is a terribly cruel command. “Kneel,” is the command which, commonly, puts an end to her rebellion.” Slave Girl of Gor
* Slave Lips: “A girl who is commanded to make slave lips, or who receives the command, “Slave lips,” must form her mouth for kissing. She then, commonly, is not permitted to break this lip position until either she kisses or is kissed. Needless to say, a girl cannot speak when her lips are in the unbroken, fully-pursed slave-lips position. The command which commonly follows the “Slave-lips” command is, “Please me.” Blood Brothers of Gor
“Slave lips,” I commanded. She pursed her lips and then I, gently, kissed them.” Blood Brothers of Gor
“Similarly, I was not required to respond to certain sorts of commands, for example, to make “slave lips,” pursing my lips for kissing, or to writhe slowly before my viewers.” Kajira of Gor
* Stand: “He unlocked the door and ordered the Turian maiden forth, commanding her to stand before him, head down.” Nomads of Gor
“Stand straight and place your hands behind your head, head back.” She did so. “Turn slowly,” ordered Cernus. When Elizabeth had done so once, she remained standing before him, as he had commanded.” Assassin of Gor
“Then, at his command, I rose to my feet, and we continued on our journey to Laura, I preceding him, as before.” Captive of Gor
“Stand proudly, Wench,” commanded one of the men.” Hunters of Gor
“Stand!” said the merchant. “Head back! Hands behind head! Bend backwards! Farther! Farther!” He turned to us. “Acceptable,” he said. Then to the girl he issued orders, rapidly, harshly. I watched, with interest, as the girl, tears in her eyes, responded to his swiftly issued, abrupt commands.” Tribesmen of Gor
“The man barked a command. In panic and misery, in a movement of collar and chain, I fled again to my place and again stood before them, so straight, my chin again high, precisely as I had been before.” Slave Girl of Gor
“I snapped my fingers. She knelt. I snapped my fingers again. She stood.” Rouge of Gor
*Stop/Stay: “A slave running past stopped on my command.” Assassin of Gor
“Do not move,” commanded the leather worker.” Captive of Gor
“They stood very still. They stood very straight. Their heads were very high. I had commanded them to stand so.” Hunters of Gor
“Hold, female slave!” I was afraid for a moment that she might panic and bolt in which case he would presumably have her in custody in a moment and she would have been beaten. If he did not catch her I would have to beat her tonight, for having disobeyed a command of that sort, from a free person. Such are not to be disobeyed.” Magicians of Gor
“Hold your coffle!” called the fellow from the saddle of the tarry he yards from the ground. His command was not necessary. We were terrified to move, and were crowded together.” Smugglers of Gor
“Stay,” I told her, making certain of her compliance, giving her a command common to slaves.” Renegades of Gor
“Stay, Feiqa.” “Yes, Master,” she said. She would now keep her place, kneeling, as she was, until a free person might permit her to move.” Mercenaries of Gor
* Strip: “Remove your clothing,” I commanded, “and place your hands behind your back.” Vika looked at me with surprise. “Quickly!” I said.
She did as I commanded and I thonged her wrists behind her back.” Priest-Kings of Gor
“One of the men barked a command at me. He moved his hand, angrily. I removed my hands from my body. I turned, still crouching. I understood that they would look upon me.” Slave Girl of Gor
“Upon command I had slipped from the Ta-Teera.” Slave Girl of Gor
“Leave the tray where it is,” said Tasdron. “Remove your silk, and remain kneeling.” “Yes, Master,” she said, swiftly slipping the silk back from her shoulders. She reddened, kneeling as a naked slave before the man she loved. Yet he looked upon her as though she might be any girl casually stripped by the command of a master.” Rogue of Gor
“Remove your silk, Slave,” said Policrates. Instantly she did so, frightened, commanded.” Rogue of Gor
“Slaves, of course, are often commanded to nudity before their master and their clothing, any, is always subject to his approval.” Kajira of Gor
“Being a slave she knows that a master’s invitation to remove a garment is equivalent to a categorical command to strip. She hastens to obey.” Kajira of Gor
“Remove the tunic,” said the leader. She reached to the disrobing loop, and dropped the tunic to the floor, about her ankles. Tupita was too good a slave, and too wise a slave, to dally before a Gorean male, having received such a command.” Dancer of Gor
“Your tunic,” he said. “Master?” she asked, uncertainly. “Remove it,” he said. Swiftly, kneeling in the sand, she drew the tunic off, over her head, and put it beside her. Such garments have no nether closure, that the slave may well know herself slave. “The first command I have been given as Lita,” she said, “is to bare myself before Master.” “Yes,” he said.” Kur of Gor
On the other hand the “strip” command may be obeyed, even so, with grace and alacrity. The garment is usually slipped back over the head as the girl kneels. Even in response to a simple, direct command, as suggested, the girl is expected to be graceful. Clumsiness is not acceptable in a slave; she is not a free woman. She is quite different, you see; she is a slave. There are, of course, a number of disrobing commands in Gorean, which are less curt and brutal than the direct, blunt, unadorned “Strip.” For example, one might hear “Remove your clothing,” “Bare yourself,” “Disrobe,” “Show me a slave,” “I would see my slave,” “Why are you clothed before me?” “Exhibit my property,” “Display yourself,” “You need not wear your tunic at the moment,” “Remove the impediments to my vision,” “You are lovelier stripped than clothed, are you not?” “What do I own?” “To the collar and brand, girl,” “How were you on the block?” And so on.” Swordsmen of Gor
“Two gestures then did he make, in quick succession, the first indicating the left shoulder where, had I been tunicked in that fashion, there would have been a disrobing loop, and the second indicating, fingers spread, palms down, the floor. Instantly I drew the tunic over my head, stripping myself before him, and turned about, and put myself to my belly, legs and arms spread widely, spread-eagled.” Witness of Gor
* Veck: ” I felt myself being rolled roughly on my back. “Veck, Kajira,” said a voice, harshly. “Veck, Kajira.” It was not a patient voice. I looked up, startled, frightened. I cried out with pain. A metal point jabbed into my body, at the juncture between my left hip and lower abdomen. The point lifted, and the shaft of the spear turned; he struck me on the right thigh, hard, with the butt of the spear. My hand went before my mouth; his foot, in a high, strapped sandal, heavy, almost an open boot, kicked my hand away. He was bearded. I lay between his legs. I looked up at him in terror.” Slave Girl of Gor
* Walk: “Again the girls were commanded to walk about the block,…” Assassin of Gor
“Walk to one end of the room and back,” said Sucha. “Please, no Mistress!” I begged. She lifted the whip. I did as she commanded. When I again stood before her she, to my dismay, touched me.” Slave Girl of Gor
“A command was spoken and we rose. Another command was uttered and we stepped forth, beginning with our left foot.” Dancer of Gor
“I watched the girl approach the slave. She approached in rapid, small steps, her head down, her hands to the side, slightly extended, palms back.” Magicians of Gor,
“The use of a light walking chain, tethering the ankles, meant to be worn abroad, accompanying the master, incidentally, is not uncommon in the regions of the Tahari. A beautifully measured gait is thought, in the Tahari, to be attractive in a woman.” Tribesmen of Gor
“Free women, in the Tahari, incidentally, usually, when out of their houses, also measure their stride. Some fasten their own ankles together with silken thongs. Some dare even the chain, though they retain its key. Free girls, not yet companions, but of an age appropriate for the companionship, sometimes signal their availability to possible swains by belling their left ankles with a single “virgin bell.” The note of this bell, which is bright and clear, is easily distinguished from those of the degrading, sensual bells of the slave.” Tribesmen of Gor
* Wriggle: “Wriggle,” I commanded the new slave, bound on the spear.” Renegades of Gor
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