Gorean Commands and Positions

Placate

Suddenly I was terrified. My will literally meant nothing. Anything might be done to me. The guard had not permitted me to do so much as brush against him. If I could not even placate a man sexually, I was completely without power. Even my attempt to please a man was dependent upon his permission that I should attempt to do so.   SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page 133

“Perhaps I should whip you,” I said.
“Rather let me try to please you,” she begged. She was frightened.
“Very well,” I said. The slave girl then fell to kissing me, eager to placate the master.
It is well not to let a girl grow too enamoured of her bondage. It is well not to let her forget that she is only a slave.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Pages 238-239

I looked down at her, shuddering at my feet. She looked up at me, terrorized. “What manner of man are you, my Master?” she asked. I looked down at her. She struggled to her knees and put her head down, to my feet. She began to kiss them, desperately, in an effort to placate me. “Look up,” I said to her. She did so. “You will be whipped severely,” I told her. “Yes, Master,” she said. “I tried to kill you.”
“You did that when you were a free woman,” I told her. “I discount it.”
“But then why would you have me whipped?” she asked.
“You kiss poorly,” I told her.
“I beg instruction,” she said.
“I will have a girl try to teach you some things,” I told her. Experienced slave girls are often useful in teaching a new girl, fresh to her condition, how to please men.
“I will try to learn my lessons well,” she said.
I threw her to my shoulder, to carry her within the complex to a holding area. “You will learn your lessons well,” I told her, “or you. will be thrown to sleen for feed.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 419

“Lie down,” I told her. She lay down, first on her left shoulder and then on her back.
I looked down upon her, and considered putting her under the whip.
“Let me placate you,” she begged. She lifted her body to me. “Please, Master,” she begged.
I looked down at her. “You are a beautiful slave,” I said.
“Please, Master,” she begged.
“Very well,” I said. Her offense, that of questioning my will, required discipline. But the whip of the furs, I decided would be sufficient.  EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 423

“Do not deny her nature to her,” said the girl. “Kneel to the whip!” I cried. Terrified the girl scrambled to her knees and knelt down, making herself small, her head to the furs. Her wrists crossed under her as though bound. She trembled. I now stood over her, the slave whip in my hand. I drew it back, then I threw it aside angrily. I crouched down. Then I jerked her head up, by the hair. “Permission to placate,” she begged, reaching for me with her lips and mouth. But I held her by the hair from me. She whimpered, denied. Then I released her hair and permitted her to touch me.
“Thank you Master,” she whispered.
She was a slave. I would permit her to attempt to placate me, in one of the ancient fashions of the female slave.  ROGUE OF GOR; 15; Page 21
 

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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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