Gorean Commands and Positions

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.  TRIBESMEN OF GOR; 10; Page 78

“Very well,” said Hassan. He stepped to the edge of the circle.
“Crawl to his feet,” ordered the merchant.
The girl began to do so.
“On your belly,” said the merchant.
She did so. At his feet, unbidden, she pressed her lips to his slippers. “Keep me, Hassan,” she begged.
“To my lips,” he said.
She crept to her feet and lifted her lips to his. He tasted her well.  TRIBESMEN OF GOR; 10; Page 156

“Crawl to me on your belly in the snow,” I told her.
“Never,” she said.
I continued to eat.
Then I reached down to where her head, as I sat cross-legged, lay in the snow by my knee. She was on her belly. “Please,” she begged. “Please.”
I thrust meat in her mouth. Gratefully she ate it. In time she looked up at me. “You made me crawl to you on my belly,” she said, resentfully.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 181

“On your belly,” I told her.
On her belly she crawled to Imnak. No longer was she a commander among the agents of Kuril. She was now a naked slave girl obeying her master.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 199

“Crawl now to the mirror,” I told her, “on your hands and knees, and regard yourself.”
Miserable, she did so, her hair falling before her face, trembling, her sweet breasts pendant. She lifted her head, and gasped, looking in the mirror,
“Do you see?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, and then wept, her head down.
“Lift your head again,” I said, “and again look.”
She did so.
“Do you see?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, weeping, “the slave is more beautiful than before.” She then put down her head again, crying.
“Crawl now to the straw, by the slave ring,” I told her. “Lie down there, drawing your legs up.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
I then went to her, with a blanket, and threw it over her, but not yet covering her head.  EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 203

“You are a pretty she-property,” I said.
“Thank you, Master,” she said.
“Perhaps I will feed you,” I said.
“Thank you, Master,” she said.
“You may approach,” I said, “on all fours.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said. She crawled toward me, on all fours, in the narrow pit. I put small pieces of pemmican in my hand. She fed from my hand. I put more pemmican in my hand. I then lowered my hand. I felt her kissing, nibbling and licking at my hand, taking the pemmican from it. I put more pemmican in my hand and then lowered it still further. I felt her hair on my body. She nibbled and kissed at my hand, delicately removing pemmican from it, her head following my hand, as I lowered it yet further, and then, with extreme delicacy, with tenderness and gentleness, she nibbled and kissed at my body. “Master desires his slave,” she whispered.  BLOOD BROTHERS OF GOR; 18; Page 312

“Kneel,” I said. “You will return to your master.”
She screamed in misery. “Woe!” she wept. “This is my punishment, more grievous than the leather!”
“But he is kind, noble, liberated and enlightened,” I reminded her.
“Woe!” she wept. “Woe!”
“Be the most abject and loving of slaves,” I said. “Crawl at his feet. Weep for his mercy. Beg to serve him in the most intimate modalities of the slave girl.”
“But he would lift me from my knees and chide me for my needs,” she said. “He wants me to act like a man! I think he may want to relate a man, truly, but is afraid to do so. So he wants me to pretend to be one, or be like one. I do not know. I think he is afraid of a true woman, and what she is like. Perhaps he fears he is not man enough to satisfy here in the full spectrum of her needs, in her subtlety, depth and complexity. I do not know! Perhaps he is only weak, perhaps he is one of only infrequently active and diminutive drives. Perhaps he is emotionally shallow, unready to sound the depths of oceans, to measure the heights of a hundred skies. Perhaps it is all very simple. Perhaps he only lacks health, or virility, through no fault of his own. I do not know! Whatever it is, please do not send me back to him!”
“You will relate to him differently than you ever have before,” I said. “Utterly differently. You will now be to him a true and perfect slave girl. You will be docile, dutiful and hardworking. You will serve, and be eager to serve, in all things. You will present yourself before him as a female slave, and crawl to him, the whip in your teeth. Surely he will understand this. You will petition to serve his pleasure, you will beg to squirm for him, and as the insignificant and meaningless slut, a mere slave, you now are.”
She looked at me, clutching the remains of her tunic before her.
“I shall do as you say, Master,” she said.  MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Pages 232-233
 

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A rich, yet utterly simple saga; a world, a time, a people;
those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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