Gorean Commands and Positions

Modality of the She-Quadruped

She-sleen; All Fours

I went to one of the coffers and picked out two scarves.
“What are they for?” she asked.
“You will see,” I told her.
I dropped them to the pillow beside her. “You made me fetch a kaiila crop,” she said, “on my hands and knees, and in my mouth, as though I might be a she-sleen.”
“You are a she-sleen,” I said. “You will be treated as one.”
“I am not in the habit,” she said, “of fetching kaiila crops in my teeth for men.”
“If you knew more men,” I said, “true men, the experience would be less unfamiliar.”
“I see,” she said.
“The she-sleen,” I said, “is a sinuous and beautiful animal, and very dangerous, one cannot show weakness with such an animal. They will turn and rend the master. One must keep them under perfect discipline.”
“And if one keeps the she-sleen under perfect discipline?” asked Tarna.
“Then,” said I, “it is a superb, and beautiful, and most pleasing pet.”
“And I am the she-sleen?” she asked.
“Yes.” I said.
“And,” she asked, “am I, your she-sleen, to be kept under perfect discipline?”
“Of course,” I said.
“You are a beast,” she said.
“Yes,” I said.
“If I were a she-sleen,” she said, snuggling back into the pillow, “I think I would like a master such as you.”
“You are a she-sleen,” I said.
“And you?” she asked.
“I am your master,” I said.
“Keep me under perfect discipline, Master,” she said.
“I will,” I said.  TRIBESMEN OF GOR; 10; Pages 199-200

“Am I to be kept in full slavery?” she asked, not daring to look around.
“Yes,” I said.
“In what slavery, or slaveries, will Master place me?” she asked.
I looked at her position. “Perhaps in the slavery of the she-quadruped,” I said.
“Master may do so, if he wishes,” she said, “if it pleases him, or amuses him.”
In this form of slavery, which is commonly used for disciplinary purposes, or for the amusement of the master, the woman is not permitted to arise from all fours; similarly she is not permitted human speech, though she may signify needs and desires by such means as cringing, and moaning and whimpering. Not permitted the use of her hands, save as a means of locomotion, she must also eat and drink from pans set on the floor, or, sometimes, to satisfy her thirst, she must lap the water permitted to her from puddles or lick pillages from the tiles; too, it is not uncommon to chain her near her master’s feet, while he dines, that he may, if he wishes, throw her scraps of food. She will also be taught tricks, through which paces she may be put for the entertainment of her master’s guests, such things as begging, lying down, rolling over, and fetching his sandals in her teeth. And, needless to say, when her master wishes to use her sexually, it will be in a position common to the she-quadruped.
This form of slavery, incidentally, is often imposed on captured Ubaras. After a time, it is not unusual for the Ubara, on her belly before her master, given an Ehn its which to speak, to beg, in lieu of the slavery of the she-quadruped, that she be taught the salacious arts and lascivious dances of the female slave, that she may then be less a mere amusement for her master than a feast of slave pleasure for him. Her plea is usually granted. Such women tend to become superb slaves. They know, of course, that they may be, at any moment the master pleases, returned to the slavery of the she-quadruped.  GUARDSMAN OF GOR; 16; Pages 225-226

“Has Master considered a name for me?” she asked.
“Down!” I said. “On your hands and knees on the furs, head touching the furs!”
Swiftly, fearfully, she complied.
I slapped her. “Oh!” she cried.
“I can think of a name for you,” I told her.
“Please, no, Masters” she cried.
I then put my hand on her. She squirmed. “You seem well informed as to the desires of Masters,” I said. “I trust you are similarly well informed as to the desires of slaves.”
She whimpered.
“I can think of another name for you,” I said.
“Please, no, Master,” she said.
“But then why should I publicize so blatantly the heat of my little slave?” I asked.
She sobbed.
“I can name you anything, you know,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Now on all fours, arms straight, head up!” I said.
Immediately she assumed this position.
“Please do not put me in the slavery of the she-quadruped, Master,” she begged.
“I will put you there, and keep you there, if it pleases me,” I told her.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Perhaps I should call you ‘Princess’ or ‘Trixie’,” I said. I used the English expressions for these names, as there are no precisely equivalent Gorean expressions for them.
“Master may do as he wishes,” she said.  GUARDSMAN OF GOR; 16; Pages 297-298

I considered again the sleen. “I think you will like Borko,” had said my master, before I had seen the beast, when I had only heard him in the tunnel, and then entering the room. I recalled the huge head, the two rows of fangs, the dark tongue, the widely set eyes, the thrusting, prowling snout, the claws. It had been trained, I had learned, to hunt men, and slaves. Obediently it had withdrawn to its kennel at the word of my master. But just as swiftly, I was sure, it could be summoned forth again, and set about its master’s bidding, implacably, unquestioningly, innocently, mercilessly, eagerly. I shuddered. That beast, I thought, if nothing else, would serve to keep good order among the women of Hendow, a taverner on Dock Street, in Brundisium. I smiled to myself. Sometimes women, either free or slave, are called she-sleen.” I had not known, until a few days ago, what a sleen was. I now knew. I might be a “she-urt,” or a she-tarsk,” I thought, but I certainly was not a “she-sleen,” even figuratively. To be sure, at that time, I did not know about the miniature, silken sleen that are sometimes kept as sinuous pets. Perhaps it is that sort of she-sleen, which, if not properly controlled, tends to be sly, nasty and dangerous, that men have in mind when they sometimes apply that expression to a woman. I do not know. To be sure, as the men say, it seems that even the woman who is a “she-sleen” needs only a strong master, one who brings her swiftly to her knees and teaches her that she is a female. The husk of the she-sleen, as it is said, can be torn away, never to grow again, leaving behind only the soft flesh of another slave.  DANCER OF GOR; 22; Pages 166-167

“To all fours,” he commanded.
I obeyed, trembling.
Twice more then he struck me, and the second blow, as I cried out with misery, sobbing, flung me again to the carpet on my belly.
“Kneel as you were before,” he said.
I obeyed.
“All fours,” he said.
I went again to all fours.
He then, crouching near me, reaching about me, put the whip to my lips. I kissed it, frightened, again and again.
“Kneel now, in the following fashion,” he said. “Do not waste time.”
He then had me kneel with my head to the floor, my hands clasped tightly behind the back of my neck, I cried out, grasped, fixedly held, put to his fierce, disciplinary purposes.
He then drew back from me.
I was now on my belly on the rug, gasping in disbelief. I understood more of my slavery then than I had before.  DANCER OF GOR; 22; Page 268

Feiqa and Tula, those lovely properties, hovered in the background. I supposed that they, too, would want to be fed. I dared not speculate at what time we might be leaving in the morning. I hoped we could arouse Mincon and Hurtha at least by noon. There was even paga and ka-la-na. Mincon began to pick mushrooms off the plate and feed them to Tula. Did he not know she was a slave? “Thank you, Master,” she said, being fed by hand. Sometimes slaves are not permitted touch food with their own hands. Sometimes, in such a case, they are fed by hand; at other times their food might be thrown to them or put out for them in pans, and such, from which then, not using their hands, on all fours, head down, they must feed, in the manner of she-quadrupeds, or slaves, if it be the master’s pleasure.  MERCENARIES OF GOR; 21; Page 82

“Girl,” I said, to her.
She, addressed, scrambled to her knees. She kept her head down. She whimpered.
“She does not speak,” said Boabissia.
“She is perhaps under the discipline of the she-quadruped,” I said.
The girl whimpered, looking at us, nodding her head affirmatively. Then she put her head down again.
“Oh,” said Boabissia. In this discipline the female is forbidden human speech. She is also forbidden human posture, in the sense that she is not allowed to rise to her feet. Her locomotion, unless commanded to roll, or put under similar commands, suitable for a pet, will be on all fours. Her food will be thrown to her, or put in pans on the ground. In either case, she must feed without the use of her hands. She may also, of course, be fed by hand, but, again, will not be permitted to touch the food with her hands. She may be taught tricks. Sometimes these are taught as functions of arbitrary sounds, so that she must learn them as any animal might, without the benefit of an earlier understanding of the words used. If she is slow to learn, of course, she is punished, as would any other animal. When used, too, it will commonly be in the modality of the she-quadruped. This discipline is often used as a punishment, but it may also figure in the training of a new girl. It helps her to understand what she now is, an animal totally subject to her master. After some time, sometimes as little as a few Ahn, in this discipline, she begs mutely, pleadingly, as eloquently as she can, to be permitted to serve her master in fashions more typical of the normal female slave, fashions in which her bondage, because of the greater complexities and latitudes of dutifulness and subservience possible with human activity, speech and posture, for example, dance, beginning at least on her feet, and song, may be even more deliciously complete and pleasing to him. To make certain that there are no possible confusions or misunderstandings involved in such cases the master usually gives the female a brief opportunity to speak, usually only for a few Ihn, in which she must make her pleas, hoping to win his favor. If he is not satisfied with her pleas, of course, she is returned promptly to her former discipline. Too, for wasting his time, she might be exposed to other disciplines, as well, usually the lash.  MERCENARIES OF GOR; 21; Pages 215-216

“Kneel!” commanded the free woman. Lale struggled to her knees.
“Get on all fours,” said the woman.
Lale was then on all fours.
“You are now in the modality of the she-quadruped,” said my hostess.
Lale moaned.
“Esne,” called my hostess. That woman, she who had earlier taken the Lady Labiena from the floor, came over. She, too, carried a whip, and was dressed in brief leather, rather like that of a warrior. At her belt was a chain leash.
My hostess made a sign and Lale was leashed.
“Can you understand me, my little she-quadruped?” asked my hostess. “Whimper once for ‘Yes,’ whimper twice for ‘No.’ ”
Lale whimpered once.
“Good,” said my hostess. “You are a bright little she-quadruped.”
The chain shook, as Lale trembled.
“Have you ever served as a she-quadruped before?” asked my hostess.
Lale whimpered twice.
“But you understand something of what is involved, do you not?” asked my hostess.
One whimper.
“For two weeks,” said my hostess, “or more, if I choose, you will be chained in the darkness, in one of the back alcoves, serving there as a speechless animal any who may come upon you or desire you.”
Lale groaned in pain.
“Do you understand?” asked my hostess.
Lale whimpered once.
“Take her way,” said my hostess. “Delta Tunnel, Alcove Twenty-One.”  MERCENARIES OF GOR; 21; Pages 327-328

“To all fours,” said her keeper.
Immediately she went to all fours.
“Describe a circle, of some five paces in diameter, on all fours, as you are now,” said her keeper, “and return to this place.”
I watched her.
In this way was she well displayed, and in the attitude of the she-quadruped.
She was then again before us, on all fours, head down.
“On all fours,” remarked a fellow.
“In such a posture she does not seem as insolent,” said another.
“She is not,” said another.
“No,” said another.
“A fitting posture for the little she-sleen,” said a man.
“Yes,” said a man.
“Look up,” I said to the girl.
She looked up, through her hair.
“Have you learned to drink from the lower bowl?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“You may lower your head,” I said.
She put her head down, gratefully.
“You are not a little she-sleen, are you?” I said.
“No, Master,” she said.
“You are more of a little vulo, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yes, Master, now, Master,” she said.
“What do you want to do, more than anything?” I asked.
“To please men,” she said.
“What man?” I asked.
“Any man, Master,” she said.
“I think she may be permitted to live,” I said.
“I think so,” said a fellow.
“Yes,” said another.
She began to tremble. I did not think her arms and legs would support her.
“You may break position,” I informed her.
Immediately she went to her belly before me, and reached to my ankle, and put her lips over my left sandal, pressing her lips to it.  MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Pages 230-231
 

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