Gorean Commands and Positions

Commanded

Repeating a Command; Dallying; Commanded by a Man

"I have the message," he said, soberly.
Samos turned to the two slave girls who knelt to one side. "Begone, Slaves," he said. Swiftly, in their silk, they fled from the room, commanded by a man.
Bosk looked to Luma. "Yes, Master," she whispered. She, too, rose to her feet and, in her brief, blue tunic, hurried from the room. Under the command of masters, slave girls do not dally.  SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page 387

"You are quite alone, Lady Elicia," he said. "There are none to hear your screams."
He was tall and strong, clad in a warrior's scarlet. At his belt there was a long leash, looped.
"Emerge from your bath," said he, "and prepare to accept slave bonds."
"No!" she cried. Then she cried out to me, "Run, Judy! Fetch help!"
"Do not," said the man.
"Yes, Master," I said. I looked at the Lady Elicia. "Forgive me, Mistress," I said. "I am a slave girl who has been commanded by a man." I knelt to one side.
"Bitch! Bitch!" she cried.
"Yes, Lady Elicia, my Mistress," I said.  SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page 392

“Kneel,” he said.
“I do not understand,” she said.
“Kneel,” he said. I noted that he had repeated a command. Masters do not care to repeat commands.
She knelt. “I do not understand,” she said.
I did not think she was unintelligent. It was only that her Earth mind was not quick to grasp that she might, almost unbelievably, almost incomprehensibly to her, be placed in certain categories.  EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 163

I walked back to the center of the room and turned, facing her. She knelt before the mirror.
“Stand up,” I told her. She did so.
“Turn and approach me,” I said. “But I am naked,” she said.
“Do you wish for me to repeat a command?” I asked.
She turned white. “No, Master,” she said. She then approached me, and stood quite closely before me. She had not been taught to stand this closely before me. She knew, instinctively, in the circumstances, where she would stand. This pleased me for it indicated, whether she knew it or not, that she was a natural slave. This distance, of course, was not cultural for her. She came from a culture which requires a significant distance, usually a yard or more, between male speakers and as much, or more, between speakers of the opposite sex. Yet she knew readily, or instinctively, or intuitively, or naturally, or somehow, that she should be, in these circumstances, standing as she was before me, at a distance where I might, if I wished, without inconvenience, simply take her in my arms.  EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Pages 200-201

“What is that sound?” I asked.
“You make a slave very happy Master,” she said snuggled beside me.
“Do you not hear it?” I asked.
“I hear conversation, the clink of goblets from the floor of the tavern,” she said.
“Sandals!” I suddenly snapped.
A Gorean command need not be repeated. Peggy startled wild-eyed, rose to her knees and seized my sandals. I stood up bending over in the low alcove. I pulled on my tunic. She thrust the sandals to her lips, kissing them. “Master?” she asked. She placed the sandals on my feet, thonging them tightly. I buckled my belt, with its dependent pouch. I slung the sword belt with its attached scabbard with its sheathed steel over my left shoulder. “Master?” asked Peggy.  ROGUE OF GOR; 15; Page 172

“Leave the tray where it is,” said Tasdron. “Remove your silks, and remain kneeling.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, swiftly slipping the silk back from her shoulders.
I smiled to myself. Peggy had obeyed immediately and unhesitantly. Gorean slave girls do not dally in their compliance.  ROGUE OF GOR; 15; Page 233

“What are you supposed to be doing?” I asked.
“Polishing trade goods,” she said.
“Inside the lodge or outside?” I asked. I knew what the answer must be.
“Outside, I suppose,” she said, “so that I may better see what I am doing.”
“Then get outside and polish trade goods,” I said.
“Please, no,” she said. “He might see me!”
“The Napoktan camp is not close,” I said. “That is highly unlikely.”
“He might see me!” she protested.
“What if he does?” I asked.
“What if he sees me, and wants me?” she asked. “What if he carries me away, or buys me?”
“He will not simply carry you away,” I said. “Grunt is a guest of the Kaiila.”
“But what if he wishes to buy me?” she asked, in misery.
“Then that is simply a matter of prices,” I said.
“No, no,” she wept. “You do not understand!”
“I understand very well,” I said. “You are a slave. You are a piece of property. A man sees you and decides whether or not he is interested in you. If he is, he makes Grunt an offer. It is accepted or rejected. Perhaps bargaining ensues. If they do not come to terms, then you remain Grunt’s. If they do come to terms, then you simply have a new master, whom you must then serve completely and with total perfection.”
She collapsed on a robe in the lodge, clutching at it with her small fingers, weeping bitterly.
“I believe you were given a command,” I said. “I trust that
you do not desire for me to repeat it, as your discharge of the task might well, then, be preceded by a severe whipping.”
“No, Master,” she wept. “I do not desire for you to repeat your command.”
“If your obedience is insufficiently prompt,” I said, “I may add to my command the stipulation that you will polish the trade goods outside the lodge naked.”
“My obedience is prompt, Master,” she wept, getting up. She began to gather together several pots and pans from Grunt’s store of trade goods.
“I am well aware of the tricks of lazy girls to escape from their work,” I told her.
“Yes, Master,” she wept. “Yes, Master.”  BLOOD BROTHER OF GOR; 18; Pages 192-193

I had been commanded by a man. I obeyed immediately, or did my best to obey. If a command needs to be repeated, as the saying goes, the girl needs to be punished. If the girl thinks, however, that the command may have been, say, an inadvertence, or mistake, or that the master might relent, or something along these lines, she might, say, beg or inquire. She is reassured of the intent and seriousness of the command if, for example, she is asked if the command need be repeated, which eventuality she will presumably be anxious to avoid. If she has, sincerely, and not as a girl’s trick, not understood the command, or has not heard it, or fears she may not have heard it correctly, she may also inquire into the matter, of course, and normally without penalty. In such cases the repetition of a command is not regarded as cause for discipline. A girl is seldom punished for trying to be pleasing, at least at first. If her efforts continue to fail, however, that is a different matter. The whip is an absolutely marvelous instructional device for improving female conduct.  DANCER OF GOR; 22; Pages 211-212

Mirus looked at the stranger.
“Perhaps we should be entertained,” he said.
“Perhaps,” said Mirus, puzzled.
“I can do little, Master,” said Tupita. “I am bound.”
“Do not underestimate yourself,” he said.
“True, Master,” she laughed, delightedly. There are many things, of course which a woman, bound, can do for a man, and, indeed, if she is bound she knows, if anything, she must strive even more desperately to be pleasing to him.
“Please him,” said the stranger to me, indicating Mirus.
“No,” said Mirus, coldly.
The stranger looked at me.
“Please, Master,” I said to him. “I think he would prefer to kill me.”
“Please him,” urged Tupita.
I looked at her, wildly. Surely she, of all people, would not desire that!
“Must a command be repeated?” inquired the stranger.
“No, Master!” I said. The tone of such a voice is unmistakable to a slave girl. She knows she must obey unquestionly, perfectly, immediately. I hastily crawled to Mirus.
“Do not touch me, slave,” he said, with unmistakable menace in his voice.
“Master!” protested Tupita.
I looked back, at the stranger, frightened.
“Very well,” said the stranger, to Mirus. I knelt back on my heels.  DANCER OF GOR; 22; Pages 438-439

“Turn left here,” I said to the girl.
“Masters?” she asked, stopping.
“Left,” I said. As she was free I did not demur to repeat a command. Also, 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. In this case, of course, as we were on Tarngate, at Lorna, she has every reason to question my direction.  MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Page 198

“Tuka!” we heard. We looked up to the villa. From where we were, over the white-washed wall, we could see the veranda of the main building, where it was nestled back, in the side of a hill. On the veranda there was a well-built fellow, with dark hair.
The girl looked up at us, frightened, agonized.
“Your master?” I asked.
“Yes, Master!” she said.
She squirmed. She looked about. In the beauty there was great agitation. Obviously she wished to rise up and run to her master, hurrying as she could. Slave girls do not dally when their masters call. That call takes precedence, of course, over a detention by strangers, but it is a rare girl who will simply leap up, not dismissed, and flee from the presence of free men.
“You may go,” I said.
“Thank you, Master!” she cried, and leaped up. She was in such a hurry that she sped past the basket of laundry a pace or two, but then, suddenly recollecting it, hurried back, picked it up, and then, balancing it on her head with two hands, sped through the gate of the villa and up the path to the house. The fellow had, in the meantime, seeing her approach, withdrawn into the house. We saw her on the veranda where she turned once, to look at us, then hurried within.
“A superb slave,” said Marcus.
“Yes,” I said.
“I expect she will be cuffed a bit,” he said, “either for dallying or for permitting herself to be seen so provocatively on the road, with a dampened tunic.”
“I expect you are right,” I said.
“To be sure,” said Marcus, “he will doubtless understand that she did not expect to meet folks about, surely not at this Ahn, and that the tunic was dampened for his benefit.”
“He will presumably, if he pleases, take such matters into consideration,” I said.
“By now she has probably been cuffed,” he said.
“I would suppose so,” I said.
“Or stripped and lashed,” he said.
“Perhaps,” I said.
“And now who knows to what lingering, pleasurable purposes she is being put?”
“I do not know,” I said, “but it is my conjecture that she will serve well.”
“I do not doubt it,” said Marcus.  MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Pages 297-298

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