Gorean Commands and Positions

Kiss My Feet

Feet

Terrified, I struggled to my knees and put my head down, to his feet.
“Kiss my feet,” said he, “Slave.”
I did so.  CAPTIVE OF GOR; 7; Page 154

“Thank you, Master,” said the girl. At a word from me, she would have been lashed.
“Kneel and kiss my feet,” I said.
She did so.
She then looked up.
“Run now to your master,” I said. “Crawl to him on your belly, and beg his touch.”  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 49

She looked up at me, frightened, a slave.
“Kiss my feet,” I told her.
She bent her head to my feet and, through the fur of my boots, I felt her lips press against them. She then, timidly, tears in her eyes, lifted her head.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 184

“May I speak, Master?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Why was I struck?” she asked.
“Kiss my feet,” he said.
She did so.
Then she looked up at him.
“It pleased me,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.  EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 83

“Ai!” said Feiqa, suddenly, startled, moving.
“Kneel, slave girl,” said a young, imperious voice.
Swiftly Feiqa knelt.
“Kiss my feet, female slave,” said the voice.
Feiqa was kneeling before a boy, perhaps some eleven or twelve years of age. His face was dirty. He was barefoot, and in rags. I assumed he must live in the rooms somewhere. Feiqa a full-grown and beautiful female, but a slave, put down her head and, doing him obeisance, kissed his feet, and fearfully, and humbly He was a free person, and a male.
“Go away, you disgusting child,” said Boabissia.
“Be silent, woman,” he said.
“I have a good mind to strike you,” said Boabissia.
“Lift your head, slut,” said the lad to Feiqa.
She obeyed.
He regarded her. “You are a pretty one,” he said. “What do you say?’ he demanded.
“Thank you, Master,” she said.
He then stood close to her and ran his hands through her hair. He then took her collar by the sides in his small fingers and jerked it forward, towards him, against the back of her neck. He then, by the pressure on the collar, forced her head rudely from side to side. He then pressed it up, cruelly, under her chin, forcing her head up. He was exerting his force on her through her slave collar. She would have no doubt it was on her. He did these things, incidentally, with the typical awareness of men who know how to handle women in collars, in such a way as not to injure or threaten the windpipe. Such a thing is never done, unless it is intentional. “A good, solid collar,” he said.
“I am pleased that master is pleased,” whispered Feiqa, frightened.
“It is on you well, isn't it?” he said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“What does it mean?” he asked.
“That I am a slave,” she said.
“Go away,” said Boabissia.
“Oh,” said Feiqa.
The lad had put his hands rudely within her tunic and caressed her. Tears sprang to Feiqa’s eyes.
“Go away,” said Boabissia.
“Are you not grateful, slave?” asked the lad.
“Yes, Master,” said Feiqa.
“You may kiss my feet in gratitude, slave,” said the lad.
“Yes, Master. Thank you Master,” said Feiqa, and put her head down, kissing his feet.
“More lingeringly,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
The lad then turned about. “It is pleasant to master slaves,” he said. “Perhaps when I am older, and rich. I shall buy myself one, much like this one, though perhaps younger, nearer my own age.”
He then left.
“He lives in the building,” said the proprietor. “He, and some of the others, sometimes in gangs, enjoy playing “Capture the Slave Girl.”
“I see,” I said.
Feiqa, still kneeling, somewhat shaken, adjusted her tunic.  MERCENARIES OF GOR; 21; Pages 277-278

“Feet,” I said.
This time she had enough presence of mind to squirm to my feet and press her lips upon them, kissing them.  VAGABONDS OF GOR; 24; Page 276
 

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those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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