It is hard to describe the physical rush of excitement that comes over a girl when she prostrates in such a way before a Man, especially her Master/Owner. The complete sense of submission is overwhelming. It is usually a position where one is begging earnestly for some favour, begging for mercy, or begging forgiveness.. or a position one has been put in to received chastisement, correction or to hear the verdict of their punishment.. or simply to remind a woman of her place in respect to a Free Man. The sheer vulnerability that a slave feels in this position is overpowering… she knows herself to be truly and completely under a Man’s control, devoid of all choice or control over herself… her hands go sweaty, her heart pumps erractically, and a million butterflies take flight in her belly whilst electricity charges deep in her groin.
Then I was on my belly, on the tiles, my hands at the sides of my head, prone, before his curule chair.
Kajira of Gor p427
"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.
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 411