slave positions


The slave moves to lay facedown upon the floor, forehead lightly touching the floor, legs straight with ankles crossed and wrists crossed at the small of the back
"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 p77
 "Bara," said Mincon to Tula. "Bara," said I to Feiqua. Both slaves went immediately to their bellies, their heads to the left, their wrists crossed behind their backs, their ankles also crossed. It is a common binding position.  We did not bother to bind them, however.  It was enough that they lay there in this position.      
Mercenaries of Gor pg 145


The slave moves to her belly, hands palms down near the sides of her head, forehead to the ground and waits for further orders
"Stop," he said. "To your belly."
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

"There are various forms of bellying, " I said, and bellying may be suitable and pleasingly combined with other forms of floor ariation, 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.

Mercenaries of Gor, p. 411

She lowered herself to her belly and, holding my ankles gently with her hands, covered my feet with kisses.  Her lips, and her tongue, were warm and wet. 
Savages of Gor pg 13
"Approach me on your belly,"  I said.  She squirmed to the table, her hands still behind her. 
Renegades of Gor pg 75


This, while not technically a command, is still an action the slave should remember. If something is thrown over her head she must remain silent and motionless until freed from it.
I then threw the second blanket, the top blanket over her, covering her completely. 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 p94
Not a true position technically. Bound by Master's Will implies that the girl will stay in any position she is told to stay in until released as if she was truly bound.  This is in accordance to the position Blanket.
"She wore the `bonds of the master's will.' Grunt had put her in them. She could not rise to her feet. Yet there was not a rope or strap on her body. She was `bound by the master's will.' She could not move from this position unless, at the word of a free person, she was freed from it. To break the position otherwise is to be instantly slain."

Blood Brothers of Gor p. 248


This position is used to put on slave bracelets for chaining the slave.  She places her hands behind her back, her shoulders pushed back, her breasts thrust outward, and her hands clasped tightly behind her back and ready for bracelets to be placed on her.
In an alternative to this position, the slave stands gracefully before her Master, with her hips slightly turned to one side, her back and shoulders erect, her wrists crossed behind her back and her head turned to the left, in anticipation of having slave bracelets attached to her wrists.
He had removed a pair of light bracelets, joined by about five inches of light chain, from his pouch. "Slave bracelets," he said. "Turn around, facing the door, your hands behind your back."
Kajira of Gor , p.132
"Bracelets," he snapped.  She put her head in the air and placed her hands behind her back. 

Hunters of Gor pg 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.
  Tribesman of Gor pg 78

Standard Binding

When ordered into standard binding position the girl lays on the ground, wrists crossed behind the back and ankles crossed.                (this is most likely another name for bara)

"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 p125

Gorean Bow

Kneel in nadu position and bend your body backwards, your head to the floor, placing your hands by your head, and pull up into a back bend.
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, tool a long length of binding fiber and, doubling it, looped it, securing it, as 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. This was the Gorean Love Bow.
Marauders of Gor, pg. 261
This position may be used in inventive serves, as an alternative to table, as part of the "Belt Dance".  The position is painful and not maintained for longer than a few minutes, her head then touches the fur, her body a cruel, helpless bow.

Assassin of Gor, p. 185


The slave gets down on all fours, palms to elbows flat against the floor, bottom in the air, forehead close but not quite touching the ground and crawls to within inches of the Master's feet.

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, P.78

"Go to the couch,"  I told her, "and curl up there."  "Yes, Master," she said.  She then, on her hands and knees, crawled to the foot of the couch. 
Savages of Gor pg 13


The slave lays down upon her back, bending her knees to place her feet flat against the ground, hands at her side and remains motionless

"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 p422

Kneeling to the Coffle

Kneels, normally thighs parted, up upon the heels and lifts either the left or right wrist outwards, depending on the type of coffle, so that the wrist can be attached to a wrist ring within the coffle chain.

"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 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 the second. When the four maids were coffled there was, thus, an empty wrist ring both at the head and rear of the line. "Stand, Slaves," said the man. "Lower chain." The girls stood. Then, ordered, the lowered their wrists. They were then in line, standing, coffled.

Slave Gor of Gor p127

Come now, my pretty slaves,' said Ginger, "kneel straight. Back straight, heads up. Back on your heels there! Spread those pretty knees. Yes, that is the way men like it. Put your hands, palms down, on your thighs. Good. good. Excellent!"   The girls now knelt in the coffle as pleasure slaves.
Savages of Gor p155


Stands, feet about shoulders width apart, fingers laced behind the neck with elbows back, head up and eyes lowered.

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 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 p36


The girl stands and bows at the waist, letting her hair fall forward for display, to be seized or for any other purpose the Master might require.  Also used as a disciplinary measure making the slave helpless.
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 p409


The slave goes to the Master's left if He is right handed, right if left handed and about one and a half paces behind Him. She follows His movements from that point.

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.

Marauders of Gor p123
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 a the fields in which we trekked, the girl is placed 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.

Slave Girl of Gor p30

High Harness

This is a position used most often with display slaves. The slave holds her head very high, exposing her neck.

"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. She moved her head.

Mercenaries of Gor pgs308-309

Kneeling to the Whip

The slave kneels with her knees pressed tight together as would a slave assuming Tower.  Her arms are bent at the elbow, her wrists crossed, and held tight to her breasts, covering them.  She then bends forward, turning her head to the left and touching her cheek to the floor.  Her back thus curved and exposed she awaits the whip.
"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.  I shook, visibly, at his feet.  I whimpered, I waited for him to call a guard, to bring the lash." 
Slavegirl of Gor.  Pg 200
"Kneel to the Whip",  said Samos.
Piteously she knelt, a slave girl.  Her wrists were crossed under her, as though bound, her head was to the floor, the bow of her back was exposed.  She shuddered.  I had little doubt but what this slave knew well, and much feared, the disciplining kiss of the Gorean slave lash."
Marauders of Gor.  P13


Kneel with thighs spread wide, back held straight or arched slightly, breast thrust forward, head held high with eyes lowered,  sitting back on heels, hands resting palms up or palms down on thighs.   Palms up was considered a plea for rape in some circumstances.  Nadu is the basic position for the Pleasure Slave...  Pleasure Slave position.
"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 p77


"You will be trained as a slave girl, you will be taught to kneel, to stand, to walk, to dance, to sing, to serve the thousand pleasures of men.  And when your training is complete, you will be placed on a block and sold" 
Assassins of Gor, Pg 136
New slaves are often treated with great harshness.  It helps them learn quickly that they are slaves. Later, when the girl is well trained and her services become perfections she may be treated more leniently, even lovingly, like a dog. To be sure, if she should become in the least bit lax, the original strictures, or worse, will be instantly reimposed, or instituted.
Dancer of Gor, page 90
This basically sums it all up, training entails everything from positions to serves, pleasures and dance, even having the knowledge and ability to converse and entertain.  The training of a slave is done in accordance with the whip.  For without discipline and the proof that one is owned and can be molded to their owners liking, a slave will never thrive and learn her own submission.  Your training is what you make of it, you are your own asset, accept it, embrace it, beg for and learn from each lesson.  For they are what build your confidence, and make you unique.

The training of the slave girls progressed. It had begun, following the period entirely consumed with exercises, with such small things as instruction on how to stand, to walk, to kneel, to recline, to eat, to drink. Grace and beauty, following Sura, and I would scarcely dare dispute such an authority, is mostly a matter of expression, both that of the face and body. I could, week to week, see the change in the girls, even Elizabeth. Some of the things they were taught seemed to me very silly, but I, at the same time, found it difficult to object.
Assassin of Gor
As for those questions that slaves fear or have, there is only one answer to them all.  That being, he is Master, you are slave.  There is nothing you can do in certain situations except find ways to accept things with joy.  Find the good in things and people, and realize, you are a slave.
"But what if he is weak?" she begged. "Continue to serve him, in the fullness of your slavery, begging him for the least of his kisses, the most casual of his caresses." "Yes, master," she said, tears in her eyes. "Even such small attentions, you will discover, now that you have become sensitized to your slavery, will be precious to you." "But what if he is stupid?" she asked. "Beg him to sell you, or give you away," I said, "that you may, if only in being sold off on the block, come into the collar of another, one capable of satisfying what you are, a slave." "But what if he will not sell me, or give me away?" she said. "Then," said I angrily,"that is how it will be, for it is you who wear the collar. He is the master. You are the slave."
"Magicians of Gor", page 233

For you Barbarians who can't fathom or comprehend this new life you are now forced into, welcome to Gor.  In time you will learn there is no way home.  In time you will learn there is no other place for you in this world except in a collar.  In time, you will learn your slavery.
"You are a slave,' I said. 'You are owned. You are a female. You will be forced to be a woman. If you were free, and Gorean, you might be permitted by men to remain as you are, but you are neither Gorean nor free. The Gorean man will accept no compromise on your femininity, not from a slave. She will be what he wishes, and that is a woman, fully, and his. If necessary you will be whipped or starved. You may fight your Master. He will, if he wishes, permit this, to prolong the sport of your conquest, but in the end, it is you who are the slave; it is you who will lose.

 On Earth you had the society at your back, the result of centuries of feminization; he could not so much as speak harshly to you but you could rush away or summon magistrates; here, however, society is not at your back, but at his; it will abet him in his wishes, for you are only a slave; you will have no one to call, nowhere to run; you will be alone with him, and at his mercy. Further, he has not been conditioned with counterinstinctual value sets, programmed with guilt, taught self-hatred; he has been taught pride and has, in the very air he breathes, imbibed the mastery of females. These are different men. They are not Earthlings. They are Goreans. They are strong, and they are hard, and they will conquer you. For a man of Earth, you might never be a woman. For a man of Gor, I assure you, my dear, sooner or later you will be.' " Tribesman of Gor, page 12
Training for a slave never ends, and should never end.  A slave should always try harder to improve herself in everyway, making herself/himself, that much more valuable and desirable.
"Indeed, I suspected that there would always be more to learn about service and love, that such things were fathomless and limitless, and, thus, in a sense, the notion of being "fully trained," or knowing all there was to know, was in actuality less of a practical goal than a lovely ideal, one which might perhaps be approached ever more closely, but would never be, and perhaps should never be, fully attained. Let the girl revel in her growth, and not fear that one day there will be no more to learn, nowhere else to go. There are no summits on the heights of love."
Page 129 - Dancer of Gor

The main thing to remember as a slave is:  
You are an extension of your Owner.  You represent your Owner and their abilities, as well as everything they possess.  If you bring shame to yourself, you dishonor your Owner.  If you dishonor your Owner, you will be killed.  Rarely are slaves freed, if ever.  Accept your position, cherish it, own it, live it, desire it, in time you will find, it might have been the best decision you have ever made.
"She laughed. It was true. Gorean men, on the whole, do not free slaves. The freeing of a girl is almost unheard of. This makes sense. They are not free women. They are belongings, valuables, slaves, treasures. Who discards precious possessions, who surrenders treasures? If the slave girl were worth less perhaps she would be freed more. She is too marvelous to free; and if she is not marvelous, she can be slain. Too, what man who has known the glory and joy of a girl at his feet is likely to wish to exchange that for the inconvenience and bother of a free woman? No, slave girls, for all practical purposes, are not freed. They will remain in one collar or another. Men will have it that way."
Page 90 - Explorers of Gor

“I had been conquered and enraptured, destroyed and renewed,
rent in fragments and made whole, freed and enslaved, broken and created.
And in the end, overwhelmed,
 struggling to comprehend,
I had found myself more a slave than ever."
~Witness of Gor, page 306~

Training of a Pleasure Slave

"...sexuality is . .. almost entirely a function of the imagination and brain.  The slave girl knows she is a slave ... and that passion is not only permitted to her but required of her. Indeed, she may be whipped or slain if she is insufficiently passionate ... her sexuality is impressed on her in a thousand, subtle ways.  Certain modes of speech are expected of her and certain gestures and postures.  She must for example address free persons deferentially and  commonly, kneel in their presence.  Her garb, too, is commonly distinctive, usually inexpensive and brief, sometimes only a rag, designed to remind her of her lowliness and to leave little doubt to her charms.  Her throat is encircled by a collar which will identify her Master.  Sometimes, too, the collar will bear the name by which he has decided to call her and her thigh or some other part of her body, will be branded.
Rogue of Gor, pages 169-170
"One commands and uses a slave totally. That is what they are for. They must serve completely. They must deliver, at so little as a word or gesture, immediately and unquestioningly, whatever the master desires. One gets from a slave all that a man could
possibly want from a woman, and more, simply taking it from her, or ordering her to provide it."
Mercenaries of Gor, page 403

"The lessons of which the man had spoken were not all linguistic, of course. I had also received lessons in the proper performance of domestic services, such as cooking, sewing, laundering, cleaning, and such. Other lessons were almost lessons in customs, manners, and decorum.  For example, we were taught how to serve at a table, deferentially, skillfully, unobtrusively and for the most part, silently.  How to move and walk and kneel and rise, gracefully, and even such tiny interesting things as how to pick u a fallen object by crouching down, retrieving it, rather than bending over.  We were being taught it seemed to be graceful and beautiful.  Too, of course, we were taught our place and proper relations to men.  A significant portion of our training was intimate and erotic, or sexual and sensual in nature, ranging from such things as make-up, body ornamentation, cosmetics and perfumes, to techniques, psychological and physical, generally a combination of both of pleasing men.  In the latter range of our studies some of the girls were even instructed in the rudiments of what, perhaps for lack of a better word might be described, using the Earth expression ,,, as “ethnic dance.”
Dancer of Gor, pages 69-70
...sexuality is .. almost entirely a function of the imagination and brain.  The slave girl knows she is a slave...and that passion is not only permitted to her but required of her. Indeed, she may be whipped or slain if she is insufficiently passionate. ... her sexuality is impressed on her in a thousand, subtle ways.  Certain modes of speech are expected of her and certain gestures and postures.  She must for example address free persons deferentially and , commonly kneel in their presence.    Her garb too, is commonly distinctive, usually inexpensive and brief, sometimes only a rag, designed to remind her of her lowliness and to leave little doubt to her charms.  Her throat is encircled by a collar which will identify her Master, sometimes too, the collar will bear the name by which he has decided to call her and her thigh or some other part of her body, will be branded.
Rogue of Gor, pages 169-170
Slavers often deprive a female slave of a mans touch for 2 to 3 days before her sale. She almost invariably brings a higher price.. Her need, manifested in her piteous display of herself, in her physical attitudes, her gestures and expressions, is evident and often amusing to the buyers.
Rogue of Gor, page 171
She had immediately knelt, for she was in the presence of a free man...she had suddenly dropped her eyes.  I saw a tiny movement in her hands, on her thighs, as though she would turn them, exposing the palms to me, but then she pressed them down her thighs, hard.  I crouched beside her. Then I smiled. I smelled slave heat.
Explorers of Gor, page 81
In a slaver house, training is done by use of what is called a stimulation cage, someone ornate, but always barred, roomy except for low ceiling, about 5 feet high.  a girl housed in such a cage is not permitted to look into the eyes of any male, this it to make the girl extremely conscious of males. a girl is taught living senses and to have a living body.. to be much more passionate and alive.. her skin an extensive organ, every bit alive and wanting, feeling, needing.
Tribesman of Gor, page
At a gesture from my master I knelt. I did so in the manner in which I had been taught, back on my heels, back straight, hands on thighs, head high, chin up. I did not neglect a further detail. I spread my knees, widely. It was the position, of course, as I would later learn, of the Gorean pleasure slave.
Slave Girl of Gor, page 78
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
One commands and uses a slave totally. That is what they are for. They must serve completely. They must deliver, at so little as a word or gesture, immediately and unquestioningly, whatever the master desires. One gets from a slave all that a man could
possibly want from a woman, and more, simply taking it from her, or ordering her to provide it."
Mercenaries of Gor, page 403
"You said you were no stranger to scrolls," I said.
"To some, Master," she said. "I did not mean to be arrogant. If I have not been pleasing, lash me."
"Have you read," I asked, "the Manuals of the Pens of Mira, Leonora’s Compendium, the Songs of Dina, or Hargon’s The Nature and Arts of the Female Slave?"
"No, Master," she said eagerly.
"Such texts, and numerous others, like them, are sometimes utilized in a girl’s training, particularly by professional slavers. Sometimes they are read aloud in training sessions by a scribe, a whip master in attendance. Most girls are eager to acquire such knowledge. Indeed, they often ply one another for secrets of love, makeup, costuming, perfuming, dance, and such, as each wishes to be as perfect for her master as lies within her power to be. Also of course, such diligence if prudential on her part. She will be lashed if she is not pleasing. Also, her very life, literally, is in his hands. Perhaps a word is in order pertaining to the Songs of Dina. Some free women claim that this book, which is supposedly written by Dina, "a slave," which continues to appear in various editions and revision, because of its intelligence and sensitivity, is actually, and must be, written by a free woman. I suspect, on the other hand, that it is truly by a slave, as is claimed on the title page. There are reasons for this. First, "Dina" is a common slave name, often given to girls with the "Dina" brand, which is a small roselike brand. Second, the nature of the songs themselves. No free woman could have sung the chains and love and the lash, and the glory of masters as she.  Those are songs which, in my opinion, could be written only by a woman who knew what it was to be at a man’s slave ring. As to the matter of the poetess’ intelligence and sensitivity, I surely grant them to the free woman, but maintain that such are entirely possible in a slave, and even more to be expected in her then in then. I suspect their position may even be inconsistent. When a woman is enslaved, for example, surely they do not suppose that her intelligence and sensitivity disappear. Surely they would not expect theirs to do so, if they had them. No, she still has them. Also it has been my personal experience, for what it is worth, that slaves are almost always more intelligent and sensitive than free women, who often, at least until taken in hand, tend to be ignorant, smug, vain and stupid. Also, it might be noted that many woman are enslaved not simply because if it convenient to do so, the ropes are handy, so to speak, or because they are beautiful of face and figure, but actually because of their intelligence and sensitivity, qualities which appeal to many Gorean men. Indeed, such qualities commonly raise a girl’s price. Also, as I have suggested, the intelligence and sensitivity of many women actually tends to blossom in bondage, finding within it the apt environment for its expression, for its flowering. This may have to do with such matters as the release of inhibitions, happiness, fulfillment, and such. I do not know."
"What of the Prition of Clearchus of Cos?" I asked.
"A Cosian?" said Marcus.
"Yes," I said.
"That will not be found in Ar," he said.
"It used to be," I said, "at least before the war."
"Yes, Master," she beamed. "I have read it!"
"You, a free girl, have read it?" I asked. To be sure the book is a classic.
"Yes, Master," she smiled.
"Does your father know you have read it?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said.
"What do you suppose he would do to you, if he found out?" I asked.
"I think he would sell me, Master," she said.
"And appropriately," I said.
"Yes, Master," she smiled.
"Stand," I said. "Turn about. Cross your wrists behind you."
"Yes, Master!" she said eagerly, complying.
"Oh!" she said, bound.
"Turn about," I said.
Swiftly she did so, and looked shyly up at me. She tested the fiber on her wrists, subtly, attempting to do so inconspicuously, trying its snugness and strength, its effectiveness. She put down her head and suddenly, inadvertently, shuddered with pleasure. I had used capture knots. She knew herself helpless. I supposed it was the first time she had ever been bound.
Magicians of Gor, pages 192-196

Do's and Dont's of Slavery

Strive for Perfection
"We do not choose our Masters nor is it up to us, whether or not we will please them, or to what degree. We must strive be perfection all ways, for anyone. that is part of what is to be a slave. In reconciling myself to bondage I had, also, to reconcile myself to this condition, it is a part of bondage. It is something which the slave must accept. Without it there can be no true slavery. I had accepted this condition, at least theoretically, verbally acknowledging its incumbency on me, in my training. somehow, interestingly, this acceptance too, seemed liberating to me, it made my bondage much more real to me. Too, interestingly, in its way, it also made it seem much more precious to me."
Page 92 - Dancer of Gor
"It is almost impossible for a girl to keep her thoughts or feelings from her master. He knows her too well. Most girls are extremely responsive to their masters, and love them deeply, with that incredible love which can be known only by an enslaved woman, that love which a woman can accord only to a man who is her total master. Yet I would be remiss did I not mention that even the most vital, animate slave, delightedly conversing with her master, knows that at a mere snap of his fingers she may have to tear aside her garments and serve him as a chain slut. She is owned. Too, many slave girls are kept by men who are harsh and cold to them, who despise them as mere slaves. These girls, too, of course, must obey. They, too, of course, must perform perfectly for their masters."
Page 99 - Fighting Slave of Gor
Be Fully Pleasing
"But I knew, looking down at those faces, that if any of them owned me, I would have to befully pleasing to them. I would have to bend all of my efforts, and all of my beauty, my charm, my grace, my knowledge, my intelligence, my tact, everything that I was, and could hope be, to that end. I would have to be to them, and perfectly, a pleasure slave. And what horrified me most, I think, was that I wanted this. I wanted to serve men, and give them pleasure, to be precious to them, to be loved and appreciated, to make them happy."
Page 135 - Dancer of Gor
Be Eager
"We must thus see to it that we are marvels to them, that we serve them with eagerness and perfections. This is not a matter , incidentally, of serving regardless of our will and possible desires, or in spite of them, but of actually adjusting our will and desires, in such a way that they now find expression and fulfillment even in such service."
Page 312 - Dancer of Gor
Kneel Before The Master 
"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 finger, 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."
Page 143 - Captive of Gor
"A Gorean slave girl in the presence of a free man or woman always kneels, unless excused from doing so."
Page 73 - Captive of Gor
Fear the Master
"It is well for a slave to fear her master
Page 143 - Dancer of Gor
Address Correctly
"The Gorean slave girl addresses all free men as "Master" and all free women as "Mistress."

Page 215 - Assassin of Gor
"Similarly, slaves on the whole, do not address free men by their names."
Page 12 - Assassin of Gor
Mind Your Own Business
"Do not concern yourself in this matter, with the values of others, and particularly of men."
Mercenaries of Gor, page 176
"Curiosity is not becoming in a Kajira is a common Gorean saying.  The girl learns quickly that it is not her business to meddle in the affairs of her master but, rather, to be beautiful, and serve him, abjectly and totally."
Savages of Gor, page 61
Keep Your Focus Where it Belongs
"Do not concern yourself in this matter, with the values of others, and particularly of men, or of those who desire to be imitative of men, but seek to find your own female values, the deepest and most feminine values in your being, those of your deepest self. Try to find out who you are, in the depths of your most complete femaleness, and then dare to be what, truly, you are."
Mercenaries of Gor, page 176
Remember Your Duties
"What are the duties of a slave?" I asked.  "They are complex and manifold, Master," she said.  "Speak generally," I said. "We are to be absolutely docile," she said.  "totally obedient  and fully pleasing."
Savages of Gor, page 184 

"It is the duty of a slave girl to be fully and completely pleasing to men. Were she not so she would be subject to severe punishment, including even torture and death, should it be the master's wish...
Slave Girl of Gor, page 226

What is the duty of a slave girl?" I inquired.
"Absolute obedience" she said, frightened.
"What are you?" I inquired.
"A slave girl," she said.
"What is your duty?" I asked.
"Absolute obedience," she cried out.

Hunters of Gor, Page 258

"One of the utilities of a slave, of course, is to occasionally serve as the helpless object upon which the Master may vent his dissatisfaction, his frustration or anger. Too, of course, they may serve many other related purposes, such as the relief of tensions, to relax oneself and even to calm oneself for clear thought."
Magicians of Gor, page 134
"But are there no other duties?" I asked.
"A girl's first duty, of course, Master," she said, "is to be pleasing to her Master."
"In what way?" I asked.
"In any, and every way, of course, Master," she said shyly."
Vagabonds of Gor, Page 443

Remain Invisible at Times
"Suppose," I said, "that I was, in my compartments, entertaining a free woman. In such a situation you would be expected to efface yourself, and humbly serve. You would not speak unless you were spoken to, and then presumably only to respond deferentially to commands. You would remain in the background, a mere instrument to serve us. In no way would you in the slightest be permitted to detract from the impression or effect the free woman desires to create or compete with her in any way. You would be nothing in the room but an almost invisible convenience."

Beasts of Gor, page 276
Be Honest
"The absolute truth must be spoken to a Gorean master. It is forbidden to a girl to hide her feelings." 
Page 346 - Captive of Gor
"A slave girl is not permitted to conceal anything from her master. She is his. She must be completely open to him, in all ways, and at all times."
Page 84 - Hunters of Gor
Show Emotions
"Emotion is not only positive, but necessary; the mastery of it is not up to the female. It is up to the male. She is to be every bit the writhing, crying, joyful, and utterly female being she can possibly be. It would be cruel to suggest otherwise."
Page 17- Tribesmen of Gor
Be Thankful
"It is the nature of the female to submit; accordingly, it is natural that, when she is forced to acknowledge, accept, express and reveal this nature, that she should be almost deliriously joyful, and thankful, to her Master; she has been taught her womanhood".  
Marauders of Gor, Pg 155
Show Exquisite Beauty and Absolute Obedience
"What are my duties?", I asked.
"Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience".     
Slave Girl of Gor, Pg 261
Do Not Be Insubordinant
"Insubordination, slaves are quickly taught, is not acceptable, in any way, to the Gorean Master."
Page 123 - Kajira of Gor
"Insubordination in any form, of any sort, in even the tiniest, least significant degree, is not accepted from slave girls by their Gorean Masters."
Players of Gor, Page 227
Do Not Try to Manipulate
"Did you strike me because I challenged your manhood?" she asked."  You were not struck for such an absurd reason," I said. "You were struck, rather, because you were attempting to manipulate me."
Page 422 - Merceneries of Gor
Do Not be Disrespectful
"Forgive me, Master," she said. "I was not respectful. It was appropriate that I be cuffed."
Page 193 - Magicians of Gor
Do Not Be Curious
"What is to be done with us?" demanded Verna. "Curiosity" said Marlenus, "is not becoming in a Kajira. You might be beaten for it"
Hunters of Gor, page 142

"Curiosity is not becoming in a Kajira is a common Gorean saying. The girl learns quickly that it is not her business to meddle in the affairs of her master but, rather, to be beautiful, and serve him, abjectly and totally."
Savages of Gor, page 61

"Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira" he said. "nonetheless" I said "we are notoriously curious. Doubtless the saying would not have otherwise gained such wide currency."
Kajira of Gor, page 443
Do Not Have a Command Repeated
"Strip,” he said. “There are others present,” she protested. His right hand, in a backhand blow, lashed forth, fierce and powerful, striking her from her knees to her side on the tiles. She rose to her hands and knees and, blood at her mouth, regarded him, disbelievingly. “Must a command be repeated?” he inquired. Swiftly she tore away the slave tunic, stripping herself."
Guardsman of Gor, Page 257
Do Not Expect Anything
"So, it is all the will of men?" she said, through her tears. "All the debts, all the owing, all the payments? And nothing is owed to me?"
"No," I said. "Nothing is owed to you. You are a slave."
Page 204 - Magicians of Gor
Do Not Expect Explanations
"Surely you must understand," he said......"A slave girl requires no explanation," I said.  "It is hers only to obey."
Slave Girl of Gor, page 424
Do Not Expect Protection
"The discipline of a slave," I said, "may be attended to by any Free Person, otherwise she might do much what she wished, provided only her Master did not learn of it." The legal principle is clear, and has been upheld in several courts, in several cities, including Ar."
Magicians of Gor,  Page 122
Do Not Conceal Anything
"A slave girl is not permitted to conceal anything from her master. She is his. She must be completely open to him, in all ways, and at all times."
Page 84 - Hunters of Gor
"Slaves, of course, being mere articles of property, are not entitled to privacy."
Guardsman of Gor, 171
Do Not have Inhibitions
"I looked down upon her. "You are a wanton slave," I said. She looked up at me laughing, "A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions," she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten."
Page 278 - Marauders of Gor
Do Not Shortchange your Beauty
"Slave girls are not permitted to shortchange their beauty. They must fulfill its promise"
Page 416 - Magicians of Gor
Do "NOT" try to top the Master
"Sometimes slaves are skillful in immeshing masters in the toils of their beauty. How often do they conquer us with their softness! How often are we the victims of their delicious, insidious charms and wiles! What drums and alarms are found, upon occasion, in their glances and smiles. What battalions can march in a tearful eye and a trembling lip. What potent strategies can lurk in the line of a breast or the turn of a hip. How a bent knee and a bowed head can wrench a man's guts. Helplessness and vulnerability seem strange shields; how implausible is gentleness as an instrument of diplomacy; what an unlikely weapon is her tenderness. Who is most powerful, I wondered, the master or the slave? Then I realized that it is the master who is most powerful for he may, if he wishes, put her on the block and sell her or dispose of her in any way he pleases. In the end, in the final analysis, it is he, and not she, who holds the whip. It is she who, in the end, must kneel at the feet of a master, completely at his mercy, her will, in the final analysis, nothing. It is she who, in the end, in the final analysis, is owned, and must please, absolutely."
Blood Brothers of Gor, page 316
Do Not Speak Against a Free Man
"The demeaning of men, whereas it is permitted to, and not unknown among, free women, is not permitted to female slaves. Such, on their part, can be a capital offense."  
Magicians of Gor, page 226
Do Not Speak Without Permission
"Master!" she wept.
"Were you given permission to speak? " I asked.
"No, Master," she wept.
"Then be silent,"  I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
Player of Gor, page 259
"May I speak, Master?" asked the girl. 
"Yes," I said, as Marcus would not respond to her.  This permission may be given by any free person and is effective, unless it is overruled by the true master."
Vagabonds of Gor, page 486
"Blood ran from my mouth; other blood I swallowed. My vision cleared; I could not believe the pounding of my heart. I had been cuffed. I knelt, terrified. At that time I did not realize how light had been my discipline considering the gravity of my offense. I had both spoken without permission, and broken position without permission. Most simply, I had been displeasing to a free man.
Slave Girl of Gor, Page 34

Selective Serving

Some slaves think perhaps because they are more trained, or more beautiful, that they have an option of who they wish to serve.  Wrong!  No matter who owns you, or who Masters you at any given time, a slave is to be pleasing always, and serve with the utmost desire and perfection, completely.
"Too, many slave girls are kept by men who are harsh and cold to them, who despise them as mere slaves.  These girls, too, of course, must obey.
 They, too, of course, must perform perfectly for their masters."
Fighting Slave of Gor, page 100

“They give me to anyone here...... Some are hideous, some smell, in the fetid breath of some I almost choke and die, and yet I must serve them, unquestioningly.......
 according to whatever their dictates and whims.”
Mercenaries of Gor, page 318

"One often makes a slave absolutely helpless, and then does what one wants with her. One commands and uses a slave totally. That is what they are for. They must serve completely. They must deliver, at so little as a word or gesture, immediately and unquestioningly, whatever the master desires. One gets from a slave all that a man could possibly want from a woman, and more, simply taking it from her, or ordering her to provide it."
"She is so helpless," she said.
"Of course," I said. "She is a slave."
Mercenaries of Gor, page 403

"I had little doubt that not all men on this world could be of the nature of Teibers and Ulricks, and the guards in the house where I had been trained. Doubtless there were men here too, if not as on Earth, men who might be fretful, petty and weak, men the very sight and smell of which I might find offensive, men whose appearance and least touch I might find literally sickening, men I might find unutterably, disgusting, men who were unclean , who were cruel, and loathsome and gross, who might be hideous and frightful, men I might find myself shrinking from, almost vomiting in disgust and terror, but they would own me, as much as any other, and I would be obliged, as a slave, to bring myself warmly and unquestioningly into their arms, and bring my lips obediently and hotly to theirs, to submit wholly to them, to give myself wholly to them, holding back nothing, to please them, fully and intimately. These things were simple attachments of my condition, consequences of what I was, I could not change them. They were simply part of what it meant to be a slave. We do not chose our masters nor is it up to us, whether or not we will please them or to what degree. We must strive to be perfection in all ways, for anyone. That is part of what is to be a slave. It is something which the slave must accept."
Dancer of Gor, page 92

There is no reason why a Master has to discipline or punish a slave, other then the fact that it pleases him.  However, most slaves are disciplined and punished because they are insolent, mouthy, and a variety of other reasons.  Some actions are harsher then others, some are desired, and some are even for the simple fact of training.  Every slave on Gor has at one time felt the sting of the whip, if they haven't, it is only a matter of time before they do.  Some forms of disciplines and punishments are:  Denial of clothing and name, deprivation of sex, binding, whipping, cuffed, beaten, hood and gag, slave box, slave goad, whipping post, shaving of head, she quadruped, dung sack, notching of ears and lastly.... death.  Just to name a few, some Masters use more extreme measures like, punishment of the Oar.
“You cannot punish me!” she cried. “You are not my Masters!”
“Any Free Person can punish an errant slave girl,” I said. “Surely you do not think that her behavior fails to be subject to supervision and correction as soon as she is out of her Master's sight?”
Magician of Gor, page 225

"The discipline of a slave," I said, "may be attended to by any Free Person, otherwise she might do much what she wished, provided only her Master did not learn of it." The legal principle is clear, and has been upheld in several courts, in several cities, including Ar. "
Magicians of Gor, Page 122

"Blood ran from my mouth; other blood I swallowed. My vision cleared; I could not believe the pounding of my heart. I had been cuffed. I knelt, terrified. At that time I did not realize how light had been my discipline considering the gravity of my offense. I had both spoken without permission, and broken position without permission. Most simply, I had been displeasing to a free man."
Slave Girl of Gor, page 34

"In Ar, as on Gor generally, a slave, on threat of torture and impalement, must endure whatever abuse a free person cares to inflict on him."
Assassins of Gor, page 282, 283
"Punishment for having to repeat a command is always at the option of the Master. For example, a command might not be clearly heard, or might not be clear in itself, or might appear inconsistent with the master's presumed intentions. Whether punishment is in order or not is then a matter for judgment on the master's part."
Magicians of Gor, page 198
“Strip,” he said.
“There are others present,” she protested.
His right hand, in a backhand blow, lashed forth, fierce and powerful, striking her from her knees to her side on the tiles. She rose to her hands and knees and, blood at her mouth, regarded him, disbelievingly.
“Must a command be repeated?” he inquired.
Swiftly she tore away the slave tunic, stripping herself."
Guardsmen of Gor, page 257 
"Where you ever happy with a master?" I asked acidly.
"Oh yes," said Ute. Her eyes shone.
I looked at her disgustedly. "What happened?" I asked.
She looked down. "I tried to bend him to my will," she said. "He sold me."
Captive of Gor, page 83
"The leash, not uncommonly, can cause a woman to sexually blossom. This is presumably a function of such things as its actual restraint, which is quite real; its message to her that she is an animal, a slave; and its making clear to her, by a device, such as a bracelet, a brand or collar, what is the order of nature, who it is who controls her and who it is whom she must obey, who is the slave and who is the master. A leash, even apart from questions of training, of course, can have powerful emotional impact on a girl. It is a very useful way of convincing a girl that she is slave; similarly it can always serve as an effective reminder. Some girls do not seem to believe they are slaves until they have been leashed. But after that, and after having been put through "leash paces," there is seldom any doubt in their mind. Some girls beg to be leashed, sometimes crawling to their Masters, their leash held between their small, fine teeth. Most Masters use the leash at one time or another. A Gorean saying has it that a leashed slave is a hot slave."
Fighting Slave of Gor, page 366
"Master," said the girl.
"Yes," I said.
"You need not have struck me, earlier this afternoon," she said. "But I suppose that you are the judge of that, for you are the Master," she added, airily.
I looked at her.
"Surely one needs a reason for striking a slave," she said.
"No," I said.
"I see," she said, putting her head down. She trembled.
"Come here," I said. "Kneel before me, back on your heels."
She did so, looking at me. "Master?" she asked.
Suddenly I struck her, a fierce blow which flung her, mouth bloodied, to her side in the dirt.
I stood up. "Do you see?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, looking up at me, horrified.
"Now kneel before me and kiss my feet," I said, "and thank me for having struck you."
Tremblingly, she crawled to me, and knelt before me. She put her head down. I felt her lips on my feet. "Thank you for having struck me, Master" she whispered. She looked up at me.
"Do you now understand that you are a slave?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Do you still think that a Master requires a reason to strike you?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said.
"And why is that?" I asked.
"Because I am a slave," she said."
Explorers of Gor, page 295
"Excellent slaves are seldom beaten, for there is little, if any, reason to do so. To be sure, such a girl, particularly a love slave, occasionally desires to feel the stroke of the lash, wanting to feel pain at the hands of a beloved master, wanting to be whipped by him because she loves him, in this way symbolizing to herself her relationship to him, that of slave to Master, her acceptance of that relationship, and her rejoicing in it."
Magicians of Gor, Page 124  
“Any Free Man may discipline an insolent or errant slave,” I said, “even one who is the least bit displeasing, even one he might merely feel like disciplining. If she is killed, or injured, he need only pay compensation to her Master, and that only if the Master can be located within a specific amount of time and requests such compensation.” In virtue of such customs and statutes the perfect discipline under which Gorean slaves are kept is maintained and guaranteed even when they are not within the direct purview of their Masters or their appointed agents."
Players of Gor, Page 235

“New slaves are often treated with great harshness. It helps them learn quickly that they are slaves. Later, when the girl is well trained and her services become perfections she may be treated more leniently, even lovingly, like a dog.”
Dancer of Gor, page 90 & 91

"And then, suddenly, she screamed, caught fully, helplessly, in the blurred, whistling slash of the five-stranded Gorean slave whip.
Ten strokes did I give her.
Then she hung weeping, shuddering, at the ring. "How can you whip me?" she asked. "You are a man of Earth." I went to her and, by the hair, jerked back her head, and she cried out with pain. "Is this the touch of a man of Earth?" I asked.
"No," she said, frightened.
"Too," I said, whispering in her ear, "you are a new slave who has been brought recently to my house."
"No," she begged. "No!"
Sometimes a girl is whipped when she is first brought into a new house. It is regarded, in some cities, including Victoria, as a way of making clear to her that the house in which she now finds herself is a house in which she is a slave."
Rogue of Gor, pages 128 - 130 

”A master takes no interest in the squabbles of slaves, it being beneath him. He of course would not approved had one of the girls been maimed, blinded or disfigured.”
Nomads of Gor, page 138
”About her neck was a thick metal collar to which a heavy iron chain had been fastened, the chain itself was attached to a large iron ring placed in the floor. I supposed she was being disciplined.”
Nomads of Gor, page 219

”What do you think should be her punishment?” asked Callimachus of me.
“If she is guilty,” I said, “whatever you wish, as she is a slave.” This was in full accord with Gorean law. Indeed, anything, for whatever reason, or without a reason, may be done to a slave.”
Guardsman of Gor, page 115

”Discipline?” breathed the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira, “the slave girl is subject to discipline and punishment. She is owned, like a sleen or tarsk is owned. She is owned, literally owned. You must understand that in its full sense. Accordingly, anything may be done with her that the master wishes. She may even be slain, if the Master wishes.”
“Then the slave girl is totally helpless,” said the girl. “she is totally at the mercy of the Master.”
“Yes,” said Mira.”
Blood Brothers of Gor, page 296
“Sometimes,” said he, “to discipline a bond-maid, she is hurled naked among the thralls.”
Marauders of Gor, page 89
"We carried a torch to the ice shed. We opened the heavy door, lined with leather, and lifted the torch, closing the door behind us.
In the light of the torch we saw Hilda. We approached more closely.
She lay on her side, in misery, across great blocks of ice; she could lift her head and shoulders no more than six inches from the ice; she could draw her ankles toward her body no more than six inches; small chips of wood, in which the ice is packed, clung about her body; she was bound, hand and foot, her wrists behind her, her ankles crossed and tied. Two ropes prohibited her from struggling to either a sitting or kneeling position, one running from her right ankle across the ice to a ring in the side of the shed, the other running, from her throat across the ice to a similar ring on the other side of the shed.
"Please," she wept.
Her teeth chattered; her lips were blue.
She lay before us, on her back.
"Please," she wept, piteously, "I beg to be permitted to run to the furs of Ivar Forkbeard."
Marauders of Gor, page 132
“Would you have touched her?” asked the Forkbeard.
“Yes, my Jarl,” whispered the young man.
“You see!” cried Ottar. “Let Red Hair strike!”
I smiled. “Let him be whipped instead,” I said.
“No!” cried Ottar.
“Let it be as Red Hair suggests,” said the Forkbeard. He then looked at the thrall. “Run to the whipping post,” he said. “Beg the first free rnan who passes to beat you.”
Yes, my Jarl,” he said.
He would be stripped and bound, wrists over his head, to the post at the bosk shed
“Fifty strokes,” said the Forkbeard.
“Yes, my Jarl,” said the young man
“The lash,” said the Forkbeard, “will be the snake.”
His punishment would be heavy indeed. The snake is a single-bladed whip, weighted, of braided leather, eight feet long and about a half an inch to an inch thick. It is capable of lifting the flesh from a man´s back. Sometimes it is set with tiny particles of metal. It was not impossible that he would die under its blows. The snake is to be distinguished from the much more common Gorean slave whip, with its five broad striking surfaces. The latter whip, commonly used on females, punishes terribly; it has, however, the advantage of not marking the victim. No one is much concerned, of course, with whether or not a thrall is marked . A girl with an unmarked back, commonly, will bring a much higher price than a comparable wench, if her back be muchly scarred. Men commonly relish a smooth female, except for the brand scar."
Marauders of Gor, page 105



Sometimes known as "She-Sleen", the Discipline of the She-Quadruped is more then just a mere position to a command, it is rather, a complete change of habits.  The slave is to fully assume and imitate the mannerisms of an animal. In this position, the slave cannot stand, speak, use their hands, unless told otherwise.  It is often used as punishment but also as a tool to imprint in the mind of slaves that they are not free.  This treatment is humbling, there is a clear line between the slave , an animal, and the free who are human.  She is shown that she is little more then a pet whom is completely dependent and at the mercy of her owner and his commands.
"Girl", I said to her.
She, addressed, scrambled to her knees.  She kept her head down.  She whimpered.
"She does not speak", said Boabissia.
"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".  
Mercenaries of Gor, Pg215
"In what slavery, or slaveries, will Master place me?", she asked.
I looked at her position.  "Perhaps in these slavery of the she-quadruped", I said.
"Master may do so, if he wishes", she said, "if it pleases him, or amuses him".   
Guardsman of Gor, Pg225
"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 of 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 a position common to the she-quadruped"      
Guardsman of Gor, Pg225
"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 word 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-quadrupled.  This discipline is often used as a punishment but it may figure in the training of a new girl.  It helps her to understand what she now is, an animal totally subject to her Master".    
Mercenaries of Gor, Pg215-216

This is usually done upon awaiting entry to a room or awaiting His command. The slave kneels, touching the forehead to the floor, stretching the arms out before it palms down with fingers spalyed wide.
I knelt before the guest, putting the palms of my hands on the floor and my head to the tiles.

Kajira of Gor p305
She struggled to her knees and, as she could, her wrists braceleted behind her, assumed before him the lovely, ele
gant position of the pleasure slave."   
 Explorers of Gor, Pg166
"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, Pg53
"Does she not even know how to kneel?", he asked.
Quickly I instructed the girl into the position of the Pleasure Slave, kneeling back on heels, back straight, head high, hands on thighs, and knees wide."  
Slavegirl of Gor, Pg400
"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, Pg141


The slave moves to her knees and elbows, bottom in the air, acting as an animal or ready for either being beaten on the bottom or being taken from behind.

"Melina, now a naked slave in sleen collar, was ordered forth on her hands and knees.  A sleen leash was attached to her collar and she was marched, as a she-sleen, crawling, abused, to the rape-rack".   
Slave Girl of Gor, Pg238

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.

Kajira of Gor p434


Also known as the Collaring position.  The position of female submission, assumed when a slave offers herself to a free person, or free woman to a free man.  Openly begging for one's collar and publicly declaring her ownership by another.
"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, Pg93
"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, Pg401
"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".    
Hunter of Gor, Pg16
"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.


Sula, gorean for "back".  A prone position often used by gorean Master's when they wish to take sexual pleasure of the slave girl.
"Sula, Kajira!", he said.
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, Pg77
"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 common position for a disciplinary slave rape.  In it the woman feels very vulnerable, very helpless.
I then took her."        
Explorers of Gor, Pg202
"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, Pg283
"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 accept it or slay me".       
Tarnsmen of Gor, Pg109
"She came and stood before me, and then dropped to her knees, resting back on her heels.  She lowered her head and extended her arms, wrists crossed, the submission of the Gorean female.     
Raiders of Gor, Pg92

Sula Ki

Same position as Sula, just with a twist of arching the back and lifting the hips off the floor.  Not a very comfortable position, but more accessible for Masters and inspection, as well as a pleasing view.
"She lay on her back, her knees drawn up, before me. She arched her back. Her breast were lifted beautifully.  I observed their lovely rise and fall, correlated with the respiratory cycle of her small lungs. Then she lay back, her shoulders in the dirt, and pressing against the earth with her small feet, piteously lifted before me, for my examination, and seizure, if I pleased, the deep belly of her , the sweet cradle of her slave's heat.

Explorers of Gor . p329


A command to display oneself in as many ways as one has been taught, and for as long as those whom the slave is trying to interest choose. The command to interest them is also used in this context.
"Have her stand, and turn," said a man.
I heard the snapping of fingers.
Quickly I rose to my feet, and turned, before them.
"Interesting," said a man.
"Clasp your hands behind the back of your head," said a fellow from the house.
I complied.
"Arch your back," said another.
My left foot was now slightly advanced. I was bent backwards, my back arched. My hands were clasped behind the back of my head.
"Yes," said another. "Interesting."
"Belly," said the fellow who had first spoken to me.
Instantly I returned to my belly, as I had been before, my head turned to the left, my arms back, down at my sides, my hands turned so that my palms, their softness, faced up, exposed.

Witness of Gor, pg6
"Let her perform," said he who, I took it, was first among the strangers.
"Prepare," said he who was first among those of the house.
I rose lightly to my feet, and turned, and, head down, put my hand to my left shoulder. I was unclothed, of course, but had I been silked the disrobing loop would have been at the left shoulder. I had learned how to remove the silk gracefully. Now, of course, I must merely pretend to do so. I moved my hand as though loosening the disrobing loop, and then, gracefully, stepped away from the silk which had supposedly fallen about my ankles. I then, facing the strangers, the newcomers, knelt before them, in a position of obeisance, my head down to the floor, the palms of my hands on the floor, too.
"She looks well in such a position," said a man.
"They all do," said another.
I had known, of course, for years, even before puberty, that such deferences, obeisances, and such, were owed to men, but I had never expected, except perhaps in dreams, to find myself in my present position, one in which I was subject to, and must behave in accordance with, such appropriatenesses.
"Begin," said he who was first among those of the house.
I rose to my feet, and, obedient to the injunction under which I had been placed, began to move. I moved first before one man and then another. I began, of course, with he whom I immediately sensed was first among the strangers. I sensed this from his position, central and prominent among them, and from the nature of his gaze upon me, which I could meet only for an instant. I moved before the men, first before one and then before another, approaching, withdrawing, sometimes as if unwilling, or shy, sometimes almost as if daring to be insolent or rebellious, but not quite, or not really, of course, for if such things are misunderstood one may quickly feel the lash. It is more as though a token challenge were offered but one which is clearly understood as, and is presented as, no more than that, for one knows that even such tokens may be swept away, and crushed, and one may find oneself suddenly upon one's knees, in one's place, cringing in terror, in the rightful servitude of one's nature. And then there is a sensuousness which can be taunting, in effect, a challenge to one's conquest, and a sensuousness which is taunting in another respect, an invitation to partake of proffered raptures. And there are the movements of petition, of pleading, of begging. There are movements of these, and of many other sorts. Some of these movements I had been taught. Others, in effect, were known to me from long ago. I had, in secrecy, practiced them, before mirrors, when alone. I had found them somehow in the piteous recesses of my needs, had drawn them forth as though from an ancient knowledge. I had wondered how it was sometimes that I could have known such things. Had I moved thusly long ago, in a former life, before a prince of some royal house on the Nile, before some caliph in his cool, white palace abutting the slow waters of the Tigris, in the house of some oligarch overlooking the Tiber? Or were these things locked in the very cells of my body, in the mysteries of genes and chromosomes, a part of my nature, selected for, over thousands of generations? Perhaps, thusly, such as I had, at times, writhed naked and piteous at the feet of some primitive hunter, before his fire, that he would not use the heavy stone in his hand, that I might be permitted to live. How I would have been prepared to accept, and relish, eagerly, gratefully, the harsh terms which he might decree! And here, too, it seemed, in this place, new revelations had come to me of my nature. Here, away from my own world, with its confusions, its lies, its contradictions, its asceticism, its hatred, its envy, its resentment, its pervasive negativities, it seemed as though for the first time I could be what I truly was, without pretending to be something else. Here for the first time I felt I could be me, not some other. Had I so moved in Thebes or Memphis, or Damascus, or Baghdad, or Athens or Rome? I did not know. But if I had, here, in this place, such possibilities seemed much more real to me. It was as though I were suddenly in touch with a thousand possible lives, ones which I might have lived, ones which, surely, I could have lived. Or if these things lurked in the beauties of a biological heritage, here, at any rate, it seemed such an inheritance, such a heritage, might, at last, be spread forth in the light, a treasure no longer concealed, denied, in dank vaults, but put forth to gleam in public view, to be honestly what it was, to be admired, to be prized, to be used.
Oh, there are many such movements, and they must flow into one another well.
"Ah!" said a man.
I then transposed into floor movements, as these are often the climactic episodes of such a performance.
I made certain, of course, that I concluded my performance before he who was first among the strangers. It would not do at all to have finished it elsewhere. Sometimes an item such as I, struck with love, or careless, may move cumulatively, so to speak, and most meaningfully, before one who is not first in such a group. Such an error, however, despite its understandability, the desire to display oneself before, to call oneself to the attention of, and to attract him in whose power one wishes to be, can be very dangerous. Such things can lead among the men to rivalries, to fallings out, even to duels and bloodshed. And for one such as I they might lead at best to the thonging of the wrists and the waiting at the post, for the lash.
I heard exclamations from the men, the sudden intakes of breath, tiny sounds of surprise, murmurs of approval. These things coursed through the group, some even from those in the house. Such as I, you see, do have some power, but the ultimate power, of course, is not ours.
Then I lay on my back, the performance concluded. My left knee was up, and drawn further back than my right knee, which was also raised. My hands were down beside me, at my sides. The palms were up, as is proper. The vulnerability of the palms is a part of the symbolisms involved. My head was turned to the right, and I looked toward he who was first among the strangers. Then having done this, I turned my head back, and looked up. I could see the pitting of ceiling above me. My hair was about. My body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I was breathing heavily.
Witness of Gor, Pg6 


Self explanatory, yet as with most of what slave girls are taught, it can be brought to an art and performed in many ways. The command is also issued by a gesture.
She trembled. "Reach now," I said, "to the cord at the left side of your waist." "I do not even know how to strip myself before a man," she said, in misery. "There are a thousand ways in which it may be done," I said. She touched the cord. Her fingers were on it. Then she looked up at me. "How might a slave do this?" she asked. "In one of a thousand ways,"
I smiled She moaned. "A typical way might be as follows," I said. "The girl might stand or kneel before the master. She might say, "Your property begs to be permitted to reveal herself to you." Then, if the permission is granted, she does so." "Your property begs to be permitted to reveal herself to you," she whispered, softly. "But," I said, "as you are a free woman, you are not my property." She regarded me. "And so I do not grant you permission."
Renegades of Gor, p 165
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, palm 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, Pg 10


There are two positions for this command, the first when the slave is to lay her body across the Masters lap.  He will then procede to spank her.
Second, the slave will merely warm the Masters lap cuddling close.


The slave will usually relax resting on her heels, she may speak and continue what she was doing, but she might no longer be needed at that moment and can relax pleasingly.


The slave goes to elbows and knees, another alternative is hands and knees locking elbows.  Knees are spread firmly to the floor, back is straight, smooth, and level across.  The head is held level with the back and the slave is basically froze in that position, used as a table or footrest, or anything else one wishes.


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