Gorean Commands and Positions

Knee Crawl

Turian Knee Walk

Then she put herself to the dirt before him in what, had she been a dancer, and on a different surface, might have been termed “floor movements,” such things as turnings and twistings, rollings and crawlings, sometimes on her hands and knees, sometimes on her stomach; sometimes, too, she would be kneeling, sitting, or lying, or half sitting, half lying, or half kneeling, half lying; I saw her on her back and stomach, sometimes lifting her body; I noted, too, she was excellent on her side, one and the other, both facing him, and away, in her movements; I regarded her crawling, on her hands and knees, or on her stomach, sometimes lifting her body; sometimes she would look back over her shoulder, perhaps as though in fear or even, it seemed, sometimes, challenging him to recognize her; sometimes she would approach him, crawling, head down, sometimes head up, or turned demurely to the side; then she would be again sitting, or kneeling, or lying, extending her limbs, displaying them, drawing them back, flexing them; sometimes she recoiled or contracted, as though into herself, drawing attention to herself, to her smallness and vulnerability, her curves, as a helpless, compact, delicious love bundle; I saw, too, that she knew the Turian knee walk. Men cried out with pleasure. And in all this, of course, time was kept with the music.  VAGABONDS OF GOR; 24; Pages 34-35

“Approach me, on all fours,” I said to the new slave. She did so, dragging the ankle chain behind her.
I indicated a flat leather box to one side. “Knee crawl,” I said. “Fetch it here.”
She went to the box on her knees and picked it up, and returned to a place before me. It had been a simple knee crawl. I was briefly reminded, however, of the Turian knee walk, sometimes used by slave dancers. I considered the slave. I did not doubt but what she might be taught to dance.
“Master?” she asked.
“Give it to me,” I said.
But I did not take it.
She looked at me, puzzled.
“Forgive me, Master!” she said.
She then, kneeling before me, her knees widely spread, lifted and extended her arms, proffering me the box. Her head was down, between her lifted, extended arms.
“It seem you still have much to learn,” I said.
“Forgive me, Master,” she said.
I took the box.
She then knelt back, her hands on her thighs, her head still bowed.
“Your training will continue,” I said.
“Thank you, Master,” she said.
“But it seems that perhaps it should be sharpened with the whip,” I said.
“As master wishes,” she said, trembling.  MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Page 342
 

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