Gorean Commands and Positions

Please Me

“Please me,” I told her.
“Yes, my Jarl,” she wept. “Yes!”
And when she had much pleased me, I finished with her, in the first taking.
“Hold me,” she wept.
“I shall hold you,” I told her, “and then, in a time, bond-maid, you will be again used.”
She looked at me, startled.
“This,” I told her, “is the first taking. It’s purpose is only to warm you for the second.”
She clutched me, not speaking.
I held her, tightly.  MARAUDERS OF GOR; 9; Page 137

I think that I understood the problem of Donna. She feared men. The slave girl must, surely, if she is rational, fear men, but, too, she must regard them as potentially constituting for her sources of incredible pleasure. Donna's timidity and lingering uncertainty with men, I think, was largely a function of her fear that she might not be capable of giving them pleasure. It is one thing to be thrown down and raped; it is quite another to hear the indolent command, "Please me." The responsibility for pleasure is often placed on the slender, lovely shoulders of the slave girl. It is she, then, who must labor in her bondage to be pleasing. As soon as I had understood that the quality of my life on Gor, given my brand, would depend on my ability to please men I had begged Eta to give me instruction. She had been extremely helpful, teaching me many things I might never have discovered myself. She had actually received some weeks of slave training in the pens of Ar, a tutelage to which Clitus Vitellius in disgust at her ineptness had remanded her; she had attended diligently to her lessons; when she returned to his quarters it had been clear by morning that it would not be necessary to sell her off. She had made an acceptable beginning in learning the arts of the slave girl. These arts, it might be mentioned, are intricate and diverse, and are complex and rich in many modes and dimensions. Most obviously they are domestic, sexual and psychological. Too, they are culinary, kinetic, cosmetic and artistic. Like the painter and the musician the slave girl need never stop growing in her art, which is the creation of beauty and joy for herself and her master. I had swiftly sought slave instruction; Donna had not. Perhaps I was more practical than she. Perhaps, rather, I was simply a slave and she was not. I was of Earth. The men of Gor regard the women of Earth as natural slaves. Perhaps I was a natural slave. That might be the difference between Donna and myself. Yet I suspected that if I were a natural slave so, too, were all women. Donna, I was sure, would learn her slavery. She was beautiful. She would come around. It requires only the right master to bring out the slave in any woman.  SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Pages 162-163

I laughed. I wondered if I had been tempted to weakness. She trembled then. Still she kissed me, but now frightened, trying to placate me.
How small and weak she was. And how beautiful. How I relished the owning of every bit of her!
I wondered if I had been tempted to weakness. Courtesy and gentleness for a slave? Never!
“Please me,” I said. My voice was hard.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. She began to lick and kiss at my body.
In time I ordered her to desist and put her again to her back. I lifted aside the chain which ran to her collar.
“Oh,” she said, softly, as I claimed her.
I felt her fingernails in my arms.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. How helpless she was in my arms.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 11

“You will try to be a good slave?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Please me,” I said.
“Master!” she said.
“Please me,” I said.
“But I am the female,” she said. I looked at her.
“I will try to please you,” she said quickly. She began, clumsily, to kiss and caress me. I laughed at the ineptness of her efforts.
“Why do you laugh?” she asked, tears in her eyes.
“I was thinking,” I said, “that if I had bought you in the Sardar and thrown you to my men you would have been slain by now.”
“Teach me to survive as a slave girl,” she begged.
“I will show you some simple things,” I said. “But girls usually learn from other girls, or from their slave trainers in the pens.”
“Pens?” gasped Audrey.
“Of course,” I said. “Sometimes,” I admitted, “trainers are brought to the compartments, with their whips, but that is more expensive.”
She turned white.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Pages 227-228

“Please me,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said, obediently, this time without surprise or demur. And then she well pleased me. She was becoming skillful.
“Please tell me more of the south,” she said.
“Please me,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said. Yes, she was becoming quite skillful.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 247

“A woman desires love,” she whispered.
“Love is found more often among slave girls than free women,” I said. “If you would learn love, learn slavery.”
“Yes, Master,” she said. She kissed me.
“Please me,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
The lamp went out softly in the darkness. This frightened her. “Must you go out on the ice?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said.
“Are you going to take me with you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“I am afraid,” she said.
“Do not be afraid,” I said to her.
“I cannot help it,” she said.
“Please me in the darkness, in the furs, Slave,” I said.
“Yes, my master,” she said.
In a few minutes I took her in my arms and threw her to her back. She gasped. “I thought I was to please you,” she said.
“You are pleasing me,” I said.
“You are making me yield,” she said, intensely.
“That pleases me,” I said.
Then she began to buck and writhe and was soon lost in the throes of the slave orgasm, helplessly yielded to her master. She came silently, intensely, clutching me, this not known to the others asleep in the hut. That a slave girl had been conquered in the darkness need not be known to them.
Afterwards I held her, naked, closely, warmly.
After a time she whispered, “I want to be touched again.”
“Do you beg it?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Your will means nothing,” I said.
“I know,” she said.
“But I will touch you,” I said.
“Thank you, Master,” she said. Soon again she squirmed in silence, taken, in the furs in the hut of Imnak.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, afterwards. “You give a girl much pleasure.”
“Sleep now, Slave,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
I do not know how long we slept, but it was perhaps no more than two or three Ahn. I awakened, conscious of her holding me. Her head lay on my belly. She was not asleep. “Master,” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said.
She knelt beside me. “Please. Master,” she said.
“Is your need to serve a man hot upon you?” I asked. I could tell that it was from her breathing.
“Yes Master,” she said.
“You are a slave,” I said.
“Yes, I am a slave, Master.” she said.
“Very well. Slave.” I said. “You may serve me.”
“Thank you. Master.” she said.
Soon I marveled at her skill. It was all I could do to keep from crying out with pleasure and delight, and my pride in the skill of the slave I owned. How proud I was of her! She was for most practical purposes untrained and new to the collar and yet many girls whom I had had, even in paga taverns, I suspect, could not have equaled her performance.
“What is going on with you?” I asked.
“I do not understand,” she said.
“What has happened?” I asked. “What has gone on in your head, pretty slave?”
“I do not understand,” she said.
“I went to sleep with a pot wench,” I said, “and I awaken with a pleasure slave.”
She laughed. Then she said, soberly, “I love being a slave, Master.”
“That is well,” I said, “for on this world you are a slave, and you are going to continue to be a slave.”
“Yes. Master.” she said, trembling. Then she said, “I am content, Master.”
“Continue your work, Slave Girl,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
I then let her pleasure me, fully, not so much as touching her, that she might learn to please completely, without being so much as granted the least kiss or caress of the male beast. Slave girls are forced thus, sometimes, to serve, totally, unilaterally: it helps to impress their slavery on them.
She then lay beside me.
“Do you still love being a slave girl?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“But I did not so much as touch you,” I said.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Pages 310-311

A girl who is commanded to make slave lips, or who receives the command, “Slave lips,” must form her mouth for kissing. She then, commonly, is not permitted to break this lip position until either she kisses or is kissed. Needless to say, a girl cannot speak when her lips are in the unbroken, fully-pursed slave-lips position. The command which commonly follows the “Slave-lips” command is, “Please me.”  BLOOD BROTHERS OF GOR; 18; Page 111

“Please me,” I said.
“After what you have done?” she asked. “After what you made me do!”
“Please me,” I said, “—perfectly.”
“Yes, Master!” she said, frightened. She then began, anxiously and fearfully, desperately afraid, to kiss and caress me.
I then looked down at her, in my arms, snuggled against me, lifting her lips to mine.
“Who will conquer?” I asked her.
“You,” she said, “you, Master!”
“You will see to it, won’t you?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she said, desperately.
It is occasionally useful to enlist the woman’s aid in her own conquest. If she is not conquered, authentically, and in her own understanding, and to the master’s satisfaction, she is subjected to severe punishment, and may even be slain. Accordingly, with all of her will and feeling, she bends every effort toward her own defeat. She does not rest until she knows herself, and her masters know her, to be naught but a submitted, vanquished slave.
I kissed her, and her lips, open, hot, seemed to melt beneath mine. How well her slave’s body, hot and naked, yielding, felt in my arms!  BLOOD BROTHERS OF GOR; 18; Page 321
 

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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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