"Bara," I said to Feiqa. Both slaves went immediately to their bellies, their heads to the left, their wrists crossed behind their backs, their ankles also crossed. It is the common binding position. We did not bind them, however. It was enough that they lay there in this position. -- Mercenaries of Gor page 145.

"Standard binding position," he said. I was prone. When a girl is prone, the standard binding position is to cross the wrists behind the back and to cross the ankles. I took this position instantaneously. -- Slave Girl of Gor page 125.

"There are many forms of bellying." -- Mercenaries of Gor page 410.

Weeping I tore away the robes, frenziedly, and, stripped, threw myself on my belly naked before him, he a Gorean male, he a master, I a slave girl. "Standard binding position," he said. I was prone. When a girl is prone, the standard binding position is to cross the wrists behind the back and to cross the ankles. I took this position instantaneously. -- Slave Girl of Gor page 125.

"Bracelets," he snapped. She put her head in the air and placed her hands behind her back. -- Hunters of Gor page 146.

�"Bracelets!" I said in Gorean, harshly. The girl snapped to position, hands behind the small of her back, head lifted, chin up, turned to the left. In such a posture she may be conveniently put in bracelets, and leashed. ・Tribesmen of Gor page 78.

"On your back," he said, "knees raised, heels on the floor." I then lay before him, in a standard, supine capture position. -- Kajira of Gor page 422

I pointed to the stones at my feet. "Crawl," I said, in Gorean. The girl slipped to her belly, and, as a slave girl, crawled to my feet. She put her lips to my foot; I felt her hair over it. -- Tribesmen of Gor page 78.

"The auctioneer did not strike her with his whip. He merely took her arms and lifted them, so that the position chain, attached to each side of the sales collar lay across her upper arms. Then he had her clasp her hands behind the back of her neck, so that the chain, on each side of the collar, was in the crook of her arms, and she was exposed in such a way that she could be properly exhibited." -- Explorers of Gor pages 35-36.

Behind him stood a blond slave girl, naked, her hair falling to her waist. I gathered she belonged to him. "We are victorious!" said the man to her, brandishing the ring. Over her iron collar she wore a heavy leather Kur collar, high, heavily sewn, with its large ring. He thrust her two wrists, before her body, into the ring he had cut from the Kur. He then tied them inside, and to, the ring. He then, from his belt, took a long length of binding fiber and, doubling it, looped it, securing it at its center to the ring, leaving two long ends. He then threw her, on her back, over the body, head down, of the fallen Kur. He took the two loose ends of the binding fiber and, taking them under the body of the fallen Kur, dragged her wrists, elbows bent, over and above her head; he then, bending her knees, tied one of the loose ends about her left ankle, and the other about her right. It was the Gorean love bow." -- Marauders of Gor page 261.

"I looked at the girl. I nodded to her to approach me. She did so. I held my left hand open, at my waist. She stiffened, and looked at me, angrily. I opened and closed my left hand once. I saw her training in Gorean customs had been thorough. But she never thought that such a gesture would be used to her. She came beside me, and a bit behind me, and, crouching, put her head down, deeply. I fastened my hand in her hair. She winced. Women are helpless in this position." -- Beasts of Gor page 409.

�"When a girl hears the command, 'Hair,' she must kneel, lowering her head so that her hair may be used for a variety of purposes, such as a wiping cloth or napkin, by means of which the free person, male or female, may remove stains, grease or crumbs from his or her hands. Similarly, a girl's hair, if it is sufficiently long, may be used for the washing and cleaning of floors. In this command, she is usually on her hands and kneels, naked and chained. The hair is used in conjunction with soap and water, being dipped in the appropriate buckets, wrung out and rinsed, and so on. However, hair is not used for the application of such things as waxes or varnishes because of the difficulty of removing such substances, and possibly necessitating the shearing of her hair and thus lowering her market value." -- Kajira of Gor pages 68-69.

"Pet sleen are taught to heel; so, too, sometimes, are bondmaids; 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." Marauders of Gor page 123.

"Normally, the girl heels a right-handed master on the left, that she not encumber the movements of the weapon hand." Magicians of Gor page 117.

"Lift your head" he said. "Higher. Higher!" She looked up at him, her head far back, the leash on her throat... "You need not now keep your head in high-harness position," he said to the girl.-- Mercenaries of Gor pages 308-309.

"Assume the posture of female submission," I told her. She did so, kneeling back on her heels, her arms extended, wrists crossed, her head between them, down. -- Tribesmen of Gor page 359.

"She had risen and walked across the room, her feet bare on the stone floor, and dropped to her knees before me, lowering her head and lifting and extending her hands to me, the wrists crossed. The ritual significance of the gesture of submission was not lost on me; her wrists were offered to me, as if for binding." -- Tarnsman of Gor page 67.

"I saw her kneeling before her buyer, back on her heels, head down, arms extended, wrists crossed, as though for binding. It was the submission of the girl to her new master." -- Captive of Gor page 70.

"On your back," he said. "Throw your legs apart." Tears in my eyes, I obeyed. "Or on your stomach," he smiled, "or kneeling, bent over, or in any one of a thousand postures of submission and service." -- Dancer of Gor page 60.

"In a moment I had left the building, pulling the captive behind me, her head held down at my waist, in leading position." Mercenaries of Gor page 399-400.

"Leading position," he said. Sobbing, she rose to her feet and put her had down at what would be the height of a man's waist, her legs flexed. A guard walked over and fastened his hand in her hair. -- Rogue of Gor page 288.

He then said, "Leash," and she looked at him angrily, then lifted her chin. He snapped the leash on her collar. Assassin of Gor page 215.

"Leash!" said the fellow, suddenly, harshly, behind the girl, in Gorean. She jumped, startled, and cried out, frightened, but she did not, as a reflex, lift her head, turning it to the left, nor did the muscles in her upper arms suddenly move as though thrusting her wrists behind her, to await the two snaps of the slave bracelets. -- Explorers of Gor page 66.

"Lesha!" he said. Immediately, responsive to this command, I flung my wrists behind me, separated by some two inches, and lifted my chin, my head turned to the left. I felt slave bracelets flung, snapping shut, on my wrists. In another moment, I was leashed. Dancer of Gor page 365.

"Lesha," snapped the second officer to the blond girl. She spun from facing him, and lifted her chin, turning her head to the left, placing her wrists behind her, as though for snapping them into slave bracelets. Explorers of Gor page 77.

"Nadu!" he snapped. She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide. It was the position of the pleasure slave. -- Explorers of Gor page 77.

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Eta then faced my captor. "La Kajira," she said, submissively inclining her head to him・Then Eta turned to me, laughing, pointing to my mouth. I did not understand. She pointed to her own mouth, again faced my captor, and again said, "La Kajira," again performing an obeisance before him. -- Slave Girl of Gor page 63-64.

�"First, kneel back on heels, knees wide apart, hands on your thighs, your back straight, breasts out, belly in, then lower head in deference, in submission.� Second, kneeling in the same manner, but bend forward, placing the palms of your hands and your forehead to the ground. Then lift your head slight, moving forward slight, while keeping hold of this position, til your face is on the master's feet. Third, is a form of 'bellying.' There are many forms of such that may be combined with other subtle floor movements, writhing before the master, and such. The slave goes to her belly, then inches forward to the master's feet, lifting her head, licking and kissing his feet, and then, take his foot, gently placing it on her head briefly, before returning his foot to the ground, and again licking and kissing it." -- Mercenaries of Gor page 409-411.

"Swiftly we assumed a common form of slave obeisance, kneeling, the palms of our hands on the ground, our heads to the ground. Many masters require this position of their girls, usually when they first enter his presence, or find themselves as in a room which he has entered, in his presence." -- Dancer of Gor page 114.

"You may do obeisance, my dear," said Kliomenes. The girl rose to her feet and went to Kliomenes. She knelt before him on the dais and put her head down. Gently, softly, she licked and kissed his feet. She then rose again to her feet, backed away, and then on the tiles again knelt. She put the palms of her hands on the tiles and lowered her head to the tiles. Then she straightened up, her back straight, assuming the position of the pleasure slave, thought keeping her head bowed deferentially. -- Rogue of Gor page 299.

"Heads to the dirt!" called a man. Swiftly we assumed a common form of slave obeisance, kneeling, the palms of our hands on the ground, our heads to the ground. Many masters, though it tends to be rather associated, usually, with given cities, require this position of their girls, usually when they first enter his presence, or find themselves, as in a room, which he has entered, in his prison. She is then, usually, when given permission, permitted to lift her head, but is to remain kneeling before him, beautifully, in a standard position, her knees closed if she is a house slave or tower slave, her knees open, if she was the sort of slave I was, whatever sort of slave that was supposed to be. It is almost universal, as far as I know, that a slave kneels in one fashion or another, when entering her master's presence, or if she should find herself in his presence. She also commonly kneels when spoken to by any free person. This is simply a matter of respect. To be sure, she can be slain, if she does not do so. The kneeling position, of course, which is usually required to break, is commonly an initial position. For example, after its deferential assumption, she may be dismissed from it, to other duties, such as cleaning, shopping or cooking. -- Dancer of Gor page 114.

"The position of the Pleasure Slave, incidentally, differs from the position of both the free woman and the Tower Slave. The hands of a Pleasure Slave normally rest on her thighs but, in some cities, for example, Thentis, I believe, they are crossed behind her. More significantly, for the free woman's hands may also rest on her thighs, there is a difference in the placing of the knees. In all these kneeling positions, incidentally, even that of the Pleasure Slave, the Gorean woman carries herself well; her back is straight and her chin is high." -- Priest-Kings of Gor page 46-47.

"He suddenly snapped his fingers and, in the swift double gesture of a Gorean master, pointed to a place on the dirt floor before him, almost simultaneously turning his hand, spreading his first and index fingers, pointing downwards. I fled to him and knelt before him, my knees in the dirt, in the position of the pleasure slave, my head down, trembling." -- Captive of Gor page 143.

"When she had knelt facing Samos, she had knelt in the position of the pleasure slave. When she had knelt facing me, she had knelt in the position of the serving slave." -- Explorers of Gor page 13.

"Frightened, Miss Blake-Alien straightened her back, and lifted her head. She knelt back on her heels, knees wide, hands on her thighs. It was the position of the Pleasure Slave. I had taught her the position. It is one of the first things a good-looking woman, fallen slave, is taught on Gor. -- Tribesmen of Gor page 53.

"Kneel, back on your heels," said the trainer to the dark haired woman. "Straighten your back, suck in your gut, put your shoulders back, thrust out your breasts, spread your knees, widely, lift your chin, put your hands on your thighs. You are not going to be sold as a tower slave, Lady Tina. You are going to be sold as a pleasure slave." -- Kajira of Gor page 141.

"In the corridors, in our movements through them, particularly in the upper levels, we would sometimes encounter slaves, usually employed in domestic tasks, such as running errands, carrying burdens, dusting or cleaning. These women were usually naked, except for their collars, which, I gathered, was the way women were usually kept in a slaver's house. At the approach of the free men, Hermidorus and Drusus, they would immediately position themselves, usually with their knees wide, kneeling back on their heels, their heads up, their bands on their thighs, in the position I had come to understand was that of the pleasure slave, but sometimes, instead; kneeling with the palms of their hands on the tiles, their heads down, too, to the same tiles." -- Kajira of Gor page 145.

"Keep your knees open," he said. "Oh, please, Master!" I begged. His eyes were stern. Immediately I open my knees, widely, as was appropriate for the type of slave I was, a pleasure slave. "One might think almost," he said, musingly, "that you are not a virgin. It is interesting to speculate what you will be like when you have been adequately opened and regularly utilized." -- Dancer of Gor page 146.

"Put your hands, clasped, behind the back of your head, and put your head back," he said. I did so. "Farther back," he said. I put my head farther back・He walked about me・I shuddered, feeling the coils of the whip move on my stomach. "You may resume your original position," he said. I returned then to my former position, with my hands on my thighs. -- Dancer of Gor page 53.

"Position," said he. I readjusted my position, improving it, kneeling, back on my heels, my back straight, my hands on my thighs, my knees spread. -- Dancer of Gor page 59.

"Position!" we heard. Immediately every girl on every platform assumed position. I looked about, as I could. Every girl that I saw has assumed, as I had, the open-kneed position. It was required of them. I gathered, as it was required of me. They were all attractive. I wondered what sort of slaves we were, that we must kneel in this fashion. -- Dancer of Gor page 119.

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"Posture!" I snapped. The girls again stood, backs straight, heads high. They were very beautiful. - Hunters of Gor page 188.

"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 withperfection. 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 to 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 be attracted to him, if she is actually attracted to him, particularly if she has done so under her master's orders. Such devices, of course, but without the authenticity and ultimate surrender, are often resorted to by "lure girls," slaves who serve as bait for captains who need crewmen, masters of work gangs, and such. Such work can be very dangerous, given the astuteness of many Gorean masters. Such a pretense, however, can be maintained with many men for at least a few minutes, and with some men for an hour or so, which is generally more than enough time for the purposes of the master, and the master's men, unobtrusively, are usually near at hand. It is not unknown, of course, for a girl who serves at such a supper, and is genuinely disinterested, or repulsed, by a given guest, to be given to him for the night. Such things can amuse the master and the guest. Too, they tend to be good for the girl's discipline." -- Dancer of Gor page 244-245.

"I was amused, for she had run as a slave girl is sometimes taught to run, with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight, her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at her sides, palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a dancer's motion than a true run."� -- Assassin of Gor page 45.

�"Run, El-in-or," he said, "put it back, and return to me." I ran to the side of the tent and put back the wine crater, and fled back to his side. -- Captive of Gor page 333.

"The mating of sleen is interesting・It is a very fierce and marvelous spectacle. It is not unusual for slave girls, seeing this, to kneel at their master痴 feet and beg their caress... Sometimes slave girls are called she-sleen, but I do not think this expression is completely apt. Sexual congress in the human is not confined to a particular season. We are not she-sleen. The heat of the she-sleen occurs in the spring. We are slave girls. Our masters keep us in heat constantly." -- Slave Girl of Gor page 185-186.

I went to the side of the room and picked up my sea bag. I threw it to the center of the room. She looked down at it puzzled. It was of heavy blue material, canvas, and tied with a white rope. "Lie down upon it," I told her, "on your back, your head to the floor." She did so. "No, please," she said, "not like this." It is a common position for a disciplinary slave rape. In it the woman feels very vulnerable, very helpless. I then took her. --Explorer's of Gor page 202.

He knelt me there. "Put your head down, to the floor,"he said. "Clasp your hands, firmly, behind the back of your neck." "Yes, Master," I moaned. He was then behind me. He put his hands, under my arms, on my breasts, sweetly and firmly. Then he moved his bands back, caressing my flanks. My head was down. My fingers were together, behind the back of my neck. I was in his collar. It was steel, I could not remove it. I belonged to him. My body hurt, from his whip,that of my master. My head hurt, from my hair, where I had been conducted, unceremoniously, to this location. "Please, Master," I sobbed. "Not like this! Not you, please!" "The slave is pretty," he remarked. "Oh!" I cried. "Oh!" "You have a lovely ass," he said. "Ohhh!" I said.� "You may thank me," he said. "Thank you, Master!" I said. I tried not to move. It was difficult. Please do not treat me like this!" "I will do with you as I please," he said. "Please do not make me yield like this, please!" -- Kajira of Gor page 434.

I lay now on love furs, at the foot of his couch. He had put a chain on my neck... I leaned over and kissed him, delicately, intimately. "She-sleen!" he said, and then, with a rattle of a chain, threw me again beneath him. -- Kajira of Gor page 437.

Later in the afternoon, when we had rested, and he had had food brought in, and we had eaten, he put me again in such a place, but this time I must face his feet and my hands were held behind me. In such a way, sometimes, a captured free woman, stripped, is placed backwards on a kaiila, her hands bound behind her. This is usually done only when she is being led to slavery. In such a way, then, he used me. My slavery was again well impressed upon me. This type of position, it might be mentioned, is also used by Gorean masters with the woman facing forward, where he can see her face, but with her hands tied, say, before her or behind her, or at her collar, bound either with actual thongs or, most cruelly, "by his will," that form of "tie" in which a woman must keep her hands in a given position, for example, holding them as if bound, or, say, keeping them on her hips or clasped behind the back of her neck. If she breaks such a position, of course, she is subject to terrible discipline. She must then, as he lies slothful and recumbent beneath her, at his ease, observing her, perhaps amused, writhe upon command and thus serve, and eventually cap, his volcano. Later he taught me this sort of thing first-hand. He used the collar tie and, mercifully with real thongs, when he was finished I had not only learned again that I was a slave but that this general sort of position, even with the female facing forward, has no intrinsic connection with female dominance. He had let me experience it in that fashion to see what it was like. He had then returned me to total bondage. "But was it necessary," I asked, "that you used me as you did earlier, after you had whipped me?" "How was that?" he asked. -- Kajira of Gor page 439.

"Master!" I protested. Then I saw that he wished to make me speak. "when you made me kneel, with my head down," I said, embarrassed. "No," he said. "It was not necessary.""Then why did you do it?" I asked. "It amused me," he said.� "Surely there was more to it than ,that," I said. "Yes," he said, "it is a useful way to show a woman, one who may be proud, or not clear on the matter, that she is a slave." "Might I ever again be put under such a discipline?" I asked. "Perhaps," he said. I looked at him. "Perhaps if you beg prettily enough," he said. "Do you recall the position?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Speak," he said."The girl kneels, with her head down, her hands clasped behind her neck," I said. "You recall the position perfectly," he admitted. -- Kajira of Gor page 440.

"Assume it," he said. -- Kajira of Gor page 441.

"Sula, Kajira!" said the man. She slid her legs from under her and lay on her back, her hands at her sides, palms up, her legs open. -- Explorers of Gor page 77.

"When she had knelt facing Samos, she had knelt in the position of the pleasure slave. When she had knelt facing me, she had knelt in the position of the serving slave." -- Explorers of Gor page 13.

"Incidentally," I said, "when you kneel before the free woman in your carefully prepared modest garb. . .be certain to kneel with your knees closely together." "Of course master," she said, "She is female, not a male." "But even more importantly," I said, "insofar as you can, before her, and before any other free women you might be in attendance upon her, conceal your sexuality. Do not let them suspect it. Let them think that you are as inert and meaningless as they are." "That is common by slave girls before free women, Master," she said. -- Magicians of Gor page 355.

"Kneel, back on your heels," said the trainer to the dark haired woman. "Straighten your back, suck in your gut, put your shoulders back, thrust out your breasts, spread your knees, widely, lift your chin, put your hands on your thighs. You are not going to be sold as a tower slave, Lady Tina. You are going to be sold as a pleasure slave." -- Kajira of Gor page 141.

"Turn," he said. "Walk about. Then return and stand before me." Happily I moved about in the garment. "Do you not know how to walk?" he asked. "Forgive me, Master," I said. I then walked as a slave, proudly, my shoulders back, gracefully and beautifully, as a woman owned by men・-- Dancer of Gor page 156.

I returned then to the foot of the dais, to stand there before Hendow, of the tavern of Hendow, on Dock Street, in Brundisium. -- Dancer of Gor page 158.

"Kneel to the whip," he said. I obeyed. I put my head down, and, beneath my body, crossed my wrists, as though they were bound. My back was bowed, ready for whatever punishment he might see fit to administer to me. -- Slave Girl of Gor page 436.

He then, crouching near me, reaching about me, put the whip to my lips. I kissed it, frightened, again and again. "Kneel now, in the following fashion," he said. "Do not waste time." He then had me kneel with my head to the floor, my hands clasped tightly behind the back of my neck, I cried out, grasped, fixedly held, put to his fierce, disciplinary purposes. -- Dancer of Gor page 268