| Position Name | Description |
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| Bara | "Bara, Kajira!" he said.
She rolled quickly to her stomach, placing her wrists behind her, crossed, and crossing her ankles, ready to be bound.
Explorers of Gor; page 77.
"Bara!" he snapped.
I flung myself to my belly in the grass, putting my hands behind me, wrists crossed, and crossing my ankles, too.
I lay there in confusion, in obedience.
He went to pick up the binding fiber which had been removed from my ankles by Tupita, from my wrists, a bit before, by himself.
I had been spared!
He returned to crouch over me. Tightly then were my wrists and ankles tied. He knew well how to tie women. "Oh!" I said, as my ankles were pulled up and fastedned to my wrists. He then pulled me to my knees and I knelt helplessly, closely and perfectly bound, before him. He seemed amused.
Dancer of Gor; page 415
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| Belly | "Belly," I said to Feiqa.
Immediately Feiqa, trembling, went to her belly on the stained, sooted stones near the fire.
Mercenaries of Gor; page 19
"Now," I said, "for a third form of obeisance. You may 'belly' to me."
"I do not understand," she whispered.
"There are various forms of bellying," I said, "and bellying may be suitably and pleasingly combined with other forms of floor movements, approaching your master on all fours, turning to your sides and back, writhing before him, and so on. We shall take a very simple varietion, suitable for an ignorant free female who has not yet even begun to discover the depths of her sexuality."
She looked up at me.
"On your belly," I said. She backed off a bit, and went to her belly. Her hair was before her face, as she, now on her belly before me, looked up at me.
"Now inch forward," I said, "remaining low on your belly, and when you reach my feet, once again, as before, lifting your head a little, tenderly and humbly, and beautifully, as though you were a slave, lick and kiss them. Good. Good. Now take my foot and place it gently on your head. Very good. Now place it again on the mat, and kiss it again. Good. You may now belly back a little, humbly. I have not yet given you permission to rise, of course."
She looked up at me, through her blond hair. There was a sort of disbelief and awe in her eyes. I think she could not understand the emotions that had gone through her, as she had performed these overt actions, understanding and internalizing their meanings.
"You may now kneel," I said.
She did so, obediently.
Mercenaries of Gor; page 410-411
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| Bracelets | "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.
Tribesman of Gor; page 78
"Bracelets," he said.
She looked at him, with hatred.
"Bracelets," he snapped.
She put her head in the air and placed her hands behind her back.
Hunters of Gor; page 146
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| Capture Position | "On your back," he said, "knees raises, heels on the floor."
I then lay before him, in a standard, supine capture position.
Kajira of Gor; page 422 |
| Collaring Position (a.k.a. The Position of Female Submission) | "'Submit!' he boomed at the large, blond girl and, terrified, almost leaping, she lowered her head, thrusting forward her hands, wrists crossed."
Raiders of Gor; Page 93
"'Submit,' he said.
She looked at me, wildly, piteously. I aided her. I showed her how to kneel back on her heels, her arms extended to him, wrists crossed, her head down, between her arms. 'Say,'I submit,'' I said. "I submit,' she said. He bound her wrists tightly before her body."
Slave Girl of Gor; Page 401
"He twisted her hair more. She winced, her back bent painfully. 'Do you wish me to submit to you now?' she begged.
'Do so,' said he.
She fell to her knees before him, and lifted her head to regard him. 'I will be your slave,' she said. Then, she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She was very beautiful. 'I am your slave,' she said, '- Master.'"
Hunters of Gor; page 16
"'Step before me naked,' said Rask of Treve.
I did so.
We faced one another, not speaking, he with his blade, and in his leather, I with nothing, stripped at his command.
'Submit,' he said.
I could not disobey him.
I fell to my knees before him, resting on my heels, extending my arms to him, wrists crossed, as though for binding, my head lowered, between my arms.
I spoke in a clear voice. 'I, Miss Elinor Brinton, of New York City, to the Warrior, Rask, of the High City of Treve, herewith submit myself as a slave girl. At his hands I accept my life and my name, declaring myself his to do with as he pleases.'"
Captive of Gor; page 283
"She came and stood before me, and then dropped to her knees, resting back on her heels. She lowered her head and extended he arms, wrists crossed, the submission of the Gorean female."
Raiders of Gor; page 92
"'I can force you to take me,' she said.
'How?' I asked.
'Like this,' she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. 'Now you must take me with you or slay me.'
I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor.
'What is the submission of Talena, the daughter of the Ubar, worth?' I taunted.
'Nothing,' she said. 'But you must accept it or slay me.'"
Tarnsman of Gor; page 109
"I know what you are waiting for," said the daughter of the Ubar, strangely calm after her earlier fury - unnaturally calm, it seemed to me. I didn't understand her. What was it she thought I was waiting for? Then, to my astonishment, the daughter of the Ubar Marlenus, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, knelt before me, a simple warrior of Ko-ro-ba, and lowered her head, lifting and extending her arms, the wrists crossed. It was the same simple ceremony that Sana had performed before me in the chamber of my father, back in Ko-ro-ba -- the submission of the captive female. Without raising her eyes from the ground, the daughter of the Ubar said in a clear, distinct voice: "I submit myself."
Tarnsman of Gor; page 93
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| Crawl | 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.
"Return," I told her. On her belly, head down, she returned to where she had knelt.
Tribesman of Gor; page 78 |
| Heel | "Do you wish to be leashed?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"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; page 381 |
| Knee Walk | "Approach me, on all fours," I said to the new slave. She did son, dragging the ankle chain behind her.
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 vefore me. It had been a simple knee crawl, I was briefly reminded, however, of the Turian knee walk, sometimes used by slaver dancers. I considered the slave. I did not doubt but that she might be taught to dance.
Magicians of Gor; page 342 |
| Kneel To The Coffle | "Kneel to be coffled," said one of the men. The girls knelt, closely, one behind the other. There were six wrist rings on the chain he carried. He placed the girl who had been whipped by the Lady Sabina first in the coffle line. "Left wrist coffle," he said. They lifted their left wrists, frightened. Interestingly, the man snapping the wrist rings on the girls' left wrists did not put the first girl in the first ring, but in the second. When the four maids were coffled there was, thus, and empty wrist ring both at the head and the rear of the line. "Stand, Slaves," said the man. "Lower chair." The girls stood. Then, ordered, they lowered their wrists. They were then in line, standing, coffled.
Slave Girl of Gor; page 127 |
| Kneeling To The Whip | "I went to Targo, trembling, and knelt at his feet... I crossed my wrists beneath me and touched my head to the floor, exposing the bow of my back. It is the submissive posture of a slave girl who is to be punished. It is called Kneeling to the Whip."
Captive of Gor; page 200 |
| Leading Position | Her master seized her from the circle then and hurried her from the light, her head down, held by the hair, at his left hip. This is the common leading position for female slaves being conducted short distances. As the master holds her hair in the left hand, it leaves his right hand, commonly the sword hand, free.
Magicians of Gor; page 46
"Leading position," said Drusus Rencius.
I put my head down to his waist and he fastened his left hand in my hair.
"Tal, Citizen," said Drusus Rencius to the fellow passing us in the alley.
"Tal," said he.
It was in this fashion, my head down, his hand in my hair, my head turned to the side, hair, too, about my face and features, obscuring them, that Drusus Rencius had chosen to convey me past strangers in the alleys, coming and going to the house of Kliomenes.
Kajira of Gor; page 134
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. I carried the dart-firing weapon, loaded, in my right hand. I looked cautiously about the frame of the door. I entered, conducting the girl. The room, large, seemed deserted.
Beasts of Gor; page 409
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| Lesha | "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 76 |
| Nadu (aka "Position of the Pleasure Slave) | "'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, Pg. 77
A note on Nadu
The eyes are not always lowered as seen in this next quote.
The girl knelt before the desk of the slave master. I sat to one side, in a curule chair. She knelt obediently, beautifully, as a pleasure slave. She was in the presence of free men. I saw her eyes briefly close, relishing the feel of the stone floor, as she knelt back on her heels, on her knees and the tops of her toes; I saw her body straighten itself, exposing itself, drinking in the atmosphere of the room. Her eyes were very much alive, very blue. She looked irritated.
Tribesman of Gor; page 78
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| Nestle | "Nestle," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said. She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm.
Explorers of Gor; page 279 |
| Obeisance | At his entrance Susan put the palms of her hands on the floor and lowered her head to the tiles, assuming a position of slave obeisance common with her in the presence of her master. I wondered in Ligurious's slave master required this position of all of his women. I supposed so.
Kajira of Gor; page 157
"Perform obeisance," I said.
"I am a free woman!" she said.
"Out of your own mouth you have said it," I said. "You are a woman."
"I do not know how to do so!" she said.
"There are many ways to perform obeisance," I said.
"I am a free woman," she said. "I know none of them."
"I shall instruct you briefly in three," I said. "First, kneel before me, back on your heels, yes, with your knees wide, wider, your hands on your thighs, your back straight, your breasts out, good, your belly in, good, and now lower you head in deference, in submission."
"Like a slave!" she said.
"Do it," I said. She looked well. "Now that," I said, "may not be exactly a performance of obseisand, for authorities do not all agree, but for our purposes we shall count it as one. It is, at any rate, a beautiful position, and it is, certainly, a common position of slave submission."
"Slave submission!" she cried.
"Yes," I said, "and you do it well. It looks natural on you."
"Now," I said, "and this is clearly a form of obeisance, bend forward and put your head to the mat, the palms of your hands on the mat. Good. Now lift your head a little and come forward, substantially keeping the position. Forward a little more."
"But then my face will be at your feet," she said. "My lips will be over them!"
"Yes," I said. "Good. Now put your head down and lick and kiss my feet."
"I am a free woman!" she said.
"You are a woman," I said. "Now, softly, lingeringly and lovingly. Good."
"I am not a slave," she said.
"All women are slaves," I said. "Imagine what this would be like if you were truly a collared slave."
She gasped.
"Good," I said. "Continue."
Frightened, she did so.
"Now," I said, "for a third form of obeisance. You may 'belly' to me."
"I do not understand," she whispered.
"There are various forms of bellying," I said, "and bellying may be suitably and pleasingly combined with other forms of floor movements, approaching your master on all fours, turning to your sides and back, writhing before him, and so on. We shall take a very simple varietion, suitable for an ignorant free female who has not yet even begun to discover the depths of her sexuality."
She looked up at me.
"On your belly," I said. She backed off a bit, and went to her belly. Her hair was before her face, as she, now on her belly before me, looked up at me.
"Now inch forward," I said, "remaining low on your belly, and when you reach my feet, once again, as before, lifting your head a little, tenderly and humbly, and beautifully, as though you were a slave, lick and kiss them. Good. Good. Now take my foot and place it gently on your head. Very good. Now place it again on the mat, and kiss it again. Good. You may now belly back a little, humbly. I have not yet given you permission to rise, of course."
She looked up at me, through her blond hair. There was a sort of disbelief and awe in her eyes. I think she could not understand the emotions that had gone through her, as she had performed these overt actions, understanding and internalizing their meanings.
"You may now kneel," I said.
She did so, obediently.
Mercenaries of Gor; page 409-411
"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, and 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 straighted up, her back straight, assuming the position of the pleasure slave, though keeping her head bowed, deferenctially.
Rogue of Gor; page 299
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| Run | From a side entrance to the hall, where she had been kept, Elizabeth Cardwell, Vella, was thrust into the room. She was dressed as she had been when first I saw her near the great gate of Ar, barefoot, the yellow slave livery, the unbound dark hair, the yellow collar. She ran rapidly to a place before the stone platform, before the curule chair of Cernus, where she fell to her knees in the position of pleasure slave, head bowed. 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 |
| Slave Lips | "One your back," I snapped. "Make slave lips. Throw apart your legs!"
Swiftly the girl complied, tears in her eyes. She hen lay there, her lips pursed to kiss, her ankles widely apart.
I looked down at her. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
A girl who is commanded to make slave lips, or who receives the command, "Slave lips," must form her mouth for kiss. 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; page 111
"Slave lips," said Hci, angrily.
Iwoso looked at him, puzzled.
"Purse your lips, as a white female slave," said Hci.
Iwoso did so.
"Now kiss," said Hci, angrily.
Iwoso did so, fully upon the lips, as a slave girl.
Blood Brothers of Gor; page 404
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| Stand | "He looked me over. I blushed, under Gorean appraisal, I only wore my tether.
"Stand as a slave," he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
"Excellant," said Ladletender, smacking his lips.
"Master is pleased," I said.
"Yes," he said.
"The slave too, is then pleased," I said.
Slave Girl of Gor; page 249 |
| Standard Binding Position | "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.
That I did this did not cause him any pleasure. No one in the room thought anything of it. I was simply a prone slave girl who had been commanded to standard binding position. No one in the room, including myself, would have expected me to do other than comply. Lack of compliance by a slave girl to a command in the Gorean world is unthinkable. She obeys.
Slave Girl of Gor; page 125 |
| Sula | "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 |
| Tower Slave | "The position of the Tower Slave, in which Vika now knelt, differs from that of a free woman only in the position of the wrists which are held before her and, when not occupied, crossed as though for binding. A free womans wrists are never so placed."
Priest-Kings of Gor, Pg. 46 |
