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Gorean Commands and Positions
Display - The Choreography of Slave Display
There are countless ways to display
the beauty of slaves.
The most common form taught online is a combination of ways described in the
books:
Naked, standing straight; belly in; left hip, out; the right leg extended, with the
knee flexed, and toes pointing to the floor; arms risen, elbows out, the
fingers clasped behind the neck; the head held high, turned to the left, the
eyes cast to the floor, deferentially.
"Stand straight, suck in your belly, turn your hip out," said the
auctioneer to me, under his breath. I complied. My back still burned from his
whip. "Note," said the auctioneer, indicating me with his coiled whip, "the turn
of her ankle, the sweetness of her thighs, the tightness of her belly, the
pleasure of her figure, the delicacy of her throat, awaiting your collar, the
delicacy, sensitivity and beauty of her features." He looked to the crowd.
"Would you not like her in your compartments?" he inquired. "Would you not like
her in a tunic and collar of your choice, on her knees before you? Would you not
like the owning of every inch of her, she your slave, yours to command, hers to
obey? Would you not like her serving you, responding swiftly and perfectly in
all things to the least whim of your will?" SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page
286 The chain slackened above me and my arms fell, somewhat. The
auctioneer put his whip on his belt, held me by the left arm in his right
hand, and, with his left hand, reaching up, lifted the chain between my
manacles off the lower hook of the short chain, that attached to the strand
of the double chain overhead. His hand on my arm kept me from collapsing to
the sawdust. My hands were down, the chain on the manacles now against my
thighs. He said something to me, but I did not understand it. Then he
reached in front of me and gathered the chain between my manacles into his
hands and lifted my wrists up, bending my arms back. He put my wrists back,
behind my head, and then released the chain on the manacles, letting it drop
behind my neck. “Clasp your hands behind the back of your head,” he said. I
understood him now. “Bend back,” he said. “Display yourself.” I obeyed, of
course. Too, the whip was now again in his hand. “Flex your knees,” he said.
“Now, turn,” he said. “Do not forget our friends to the right,” he said. I
then displayed myself, again, identically, at the right side of the block.
DANCER OF GOR; 22; Page 131 "On your belly, little Dina," he
said. "Let us interest the buyers."
"Yes, Master," I said.
I fell upon my belly at his feet, awaiting his commands. I looked up,
terrified, afraid that he might strike me with the whip. I lay there for a
long moment. He did not strike me. The crowd was amused at my terror. "You
will be prompt, obedient and beautiful, 128," said the auctioneer to me,
softly. "Yes, Master," I said. Then, suddenly, snapping the whip, he said,
harshly, "On your back, one knee lifted, the other leg extended, hands over
your head, wrists close, as though confined in slave bracelets." I complied.
Then he began to put me rapidly through the paces of the exhibited female
slave; he held me in each position for the sweet instant that well revealed
me, tantalizingly, in that attitude or posture, and then barked forth a new
command, to a new position or attitude; the sequence of these moves was not
an accident; each move followed easily, sometimes by a roll or turn, from
the preceding position; shrewd rhythm and flow, calculated and sensual,
physically melodious, characterized the performance humiliatingly inflicted
upon me; I must submit to the choreography of slave display; I, who had been
Judy Thornton, a girl of Earth, was put through Gorean slave paces; then I
lay on my belly at his feet, as I had begun; I was trembling; I was covered
with sweat; my hair was loose about my head and eyes; I felt the
auctioneer's foot upon my body; I put my head to the block.
"What am I bid?" he called. SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page 288
We were in the tunnel leading to the block. Another tunnel left the block.
"Are you familiar with the choreography of your display?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said. I had been well rehearsed. Little occurs by accident
on the block of the Curulean. SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page 428 I smiled to myself. Girls sometimes fought one another viciously,
merely to be the first to display themselves naked before a Gorean master.
BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 250 As she knelt before me, within the
cage, I saw her straighten her back and draw back her shoulders, lifting her
breasts. How beautiful they were. I do not think she even realized she had
done this. It was a slave’s act, displaying her imbonded beauty before the
gaze of a free man. Yet I do not think she was even aware of what she had
done. EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 96 The Gorean slave
girl, incidentally, will space herself from her master quite differently in
different situations. For example, if she is somewhat farther away, it is
easier for her to display herself in all her beauty; if she wishes to
wheedle for his caress she may approach quite closely; if she is receiving
instructions she may kneel a few feet away; if she is begging to serve his
pleasure she may kneel at his feet, perhaps kissing them, and holding his
ankles; obviously, too, a girl who fears she is to be disciplined will
commonly hang back; sometimes, too, a girl will fear to approach too closely
until the master, by an expression or small sign, indicates that she is not
in obvious disfavor and may do so. EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 201
The women were chained nude, of course, for that is the way that slave girls
are commonly displayed for their sale, particularly in low markets, and,
indeed, even in a private sale from one of the purple booths in the
courtyard of a rich slaver there will come a time when the slave, even an
exquisite, high slave, must put aside her silks and be examined raw, as
though she were a common girl. The Gorean male is a practiced and wary
buyer. He wishes to see, fully and clearly, and preferably at his own pace,
and leisure, what it is for which he is considering putting out his
hard-earned money. SAVAGES OF GOR; 17; Page 63 A
distinction must be drawn between the side blocks and the central, or main,
block, in a vending area. I shall describe the situation, specifically, as
it exists in the sales barn of Ram Seibar. It is not untypical of the
arrangements in many such places, particularly in outlying areas. To be
sure, there is, it seems, from market to market, and from city to city, an
almost infinite variety of ways in which women may be, and are, displayed
and sold. This is not surprising since the institution of female slavery, on
Gor, is both extremely successful and quite ancient. SAVAGES OF GOR;
17; Page 106 “Pose her!” called a man.
“In what way, Noble Sir?” inquired the auctioneer, obligingly. He then,
following the instructions of the fellow, sat the girl down, near the front
of the central block, her left leg under her, her right leg extended and
flexed, her right side facing the fellow, her shoulders back, her head
turned sharply to look at him. In this way the curves of her right leg, and
the lines of her figure, are pleasantly displayed. SAVAGES OF GOR; 17;
Page 122 "Suppose, now," said the floor manager, "he reaches
out and touches you."
I closed my eyes, and parted my lips. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "Thank
you, Master! Please, Master!"
"You must be capable of variations on that," said the floor manager.
"Yes, Master," I said. I wished he had let the aide actually touch me. I was
starving for the touch of a man.
"Perhaps what you have to serve is of interest," said the aide, playing the
role of a banqueter. "I do not know. Display it for me."
I then put the tray down on the table and slipped back, on my knees, a foot
or two. I looked at the aide. I pretended to slip slave silk from my
shoulders. I then, sometimes on the floor, and never rising higher than my
knees, displayed my limbs, and moved and turned before him, showing myself
to him in various postures and attitudes. In this type of display
expressions, too, are quite important, and being keenly alert to the
possibilities of interactions with the master. For example, how do you act
when you see his eye roving you, and you note indications of interest? Do
you dare to seem to express outrage or resentment under his frank
examination, do you feign boredom and mechanical compliance, that he may be
tempted to turn you into a squirming slut begging for his least touch, are
you brazen in your display, an insolent slave, are you proud to exhibit the
beauty of your master's merchandise, do you show fear before this strange
man, before whom you must so vulnerably perform, do you permit him to
glimpse needs, do you beg him, in your performance, for his touch, and so
on. On Gor it is the whole woman who is enslaved, in the fullness and depth
of her intelligence and emotions. On Gor it is the whole woman who is
collared. Gorean masters will have it no other way. I performed then before
the floor manager's aide, totally a slave. In short, I put myself through
slave paces before him, presenting myself .as a total female for his
interest and consideration.
Though it was late and we were tired I saw sweat on the brow of the floor
manager's aide. I saw his hands move, the fingers wiping sweat from them.
"Very good, Tiffany," said the floor manager. "You may rest now."
"Thank you, Master," I said. KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Pages 299-300
She now stood with the veil raised high above her head with her arms spread.
This lifted the line of her breasts beautifully. Women are sometimes tied in
this posture in a slave market. It is a not uncommon display position.
PLAYERS OF GOR; 20; Page 137 The tag on its wire now dangled
some four inches below her collar. It had been one of several such tags in a
small bag hooked to his belt. It had an inked “Eighteen” on it. Some of the
white tags were blank, and might be written on. The red tags carry the
inscription “sold.” A black tag is sometimes used to indicate that a girl is
ill. A yellow tag sometimes indicates that a girl is not to be sold without
prior consultation with the slaver. Tags are sometimes, too, used to
indicate distinctions among slaves, at least among slavers themselves, being
correlated to the classes or grades of slaves. For example, a brown tag
commonly signifies a low slave, such as a mere kettle-and-mat girl or a pot
girl, little more than female work slaves, and so on, whereas a gold tag
commonly signifies a much higher grade of slave, usually a trained pleasure
slave or a dancer. There is, however, to be perfectly honest, no absolutely
uniform color coding in these matters. Different houses have their own
conventions. It is unusual, incidentally, for a woman to be tagged in a
regular market, except in so far as she might be marked “Sold” or have a
“Hold” put on her. It is not hard in a Gorean market, for example, where the
women are usually stripped, or will be stripped for they buyer’s inspection,
to see who is most beautiful or interesting. Too, of course, women in such a
market can be literally made to display their beauty and pose and perform in
various ways for the viewers. This, too, makes it easier to make choices
amongst them. PLAYERS OF GOR; 20; Pages 170-171 Bina’s
hands were thonged tightly together before her body. A ring, on a rope, one
of several, was lowered from the ceiling. These rings, when lowered, hung a
few feet above the floor, some six or seven feet above it, in the open space
between the tables. These rings may serve various purposes, such as the
display of disgraced females destined for slavery, most likely debtors, or
the public punishment of errant slaves, but their number is largely dictated
by the occasional use of displaying captured, stripped free women of enemy
cities. These women, during the course of a victory feast, are caressed by
whips, or beaten by them, until they beg, though free, to serve the tables
as slaves. After they have so served, Ahn later, they are taken below. There
they will be properly branded and collared, and will begin to be taught the
lessons, intimate and otherwise, appropriate to their new condition in life.
The lowered ring dangled near the center of the hall, in the space between
the tables. Bina was dragged to the ring and her bound wrists tied over her
head to it. She was tied in such a way that her heels were slightly off the
floor. She was beautiful then, her legs extended, her heels slightly lifted
from the floor, her back straight, her stomach flat, her small breasts
arched, the entire line of her slim, lovely body lifted by her upraised
wrists, helpless under the duress of the thongs and ring, tied in place,
displayed as stake. PLAYERS OF GOR; 20; Page 325
Instantly, embarrassed, self-consciously, she lifted her hands to her
collar. Then she looked at me, for a moment puzzled. To be sure, it was
almost perfect. Then, shyly, with seeming demureness, but with a slave
girl’s sense of self-display, she, her chin level, her back straight, her
shoulders back, centered the lock, with both hands, delicately, carefully,
at the back of the neck. This lifted her breasts, beautifully. “Are you
looking at her?” I asked the male slave. MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Page
437
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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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Counter-Earth Saga.
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