Gorean Commands and Positions

Struggle

I went to my saddlebags, with the kaiila saddle, and withdrew two fairly short lengths of soft, pliant, braided black leather, each about twenty-five inches in length.
I pulled back her right wrist a bit and tied it to her right ankle. I left her about six or seven inches of slack between wrist and ankle. “This is a common open-legged tie,” I said. “It is not good for general security, but it is a good, and familiar, slave tie.” I then fastened her left wrist to her left ankle, as I had done with her right wrist and-ankle. “When finished with you,” I said’, “I might simply bind your wrists behind you and tie your ankles together. That is a familiar and effective security tie. If you had not been sufficiently pleasing I might pull up your bound ankles and tie them to your wrists. Your neck, of course, might always be tied to a stake, or bound to a tree.”
I then stood up and stepped back, to observe my handiwork. “An advantage of this tie,” I said, “is that a girl may kneel in it comfortably for hours, perhaps beside a master’s chair, while he works, and is not yet ready for her.”
She pulled a little, almost surreptitiously, at the leather on her wrists, leading back to her ankles.
“Is this all?” she asked, timidly.
“I see that there are potentialities of this tie which, as yet, you have not discerned,” I said.
I then took her by the hair and threw her forward on the blankets, on her belly.
“Struggle,” I told her.
She did so, helplessly. Then she ceased her struggles.
“An interesting perspective on a woman,” I said. “Too, bound in this position she is seldom in doubt as to the fact that she is a slave. Too, in time, it can be quite painful.” She groaned, and I, mercifully, thrust her to her side. She looked up at me, frightened. “Whereas this tie,” I said, “is not good for general security, it is quite adequate for specific security, namely, security in a specific situation, in this case, in the presence of the master or a keeper. For example, under observation, you cannot very well employ your right hand in the attempt to undo the knot on your left ankle. If the tie, of course, is accomplished with chains, then it is also adequate for a general security, an aesthetic and delicious general security, a chain neck leash being added, naturally, to restrict movement.” I then put her on her back. Her knees were drawn up and her hands held helplessly at her sides. “Now,” I said, “I think you can see one of the main virtues of this, tie. The woman is quite helpless, absolutely, and there is not the least impedance to the master’s approach.”
She seemed to shrink back in the bonds.
‘‘Please, untie me,” she said.
I thrust apart her knees.
“Oh!” she said.
I held her knees apart, not permitting her to close them.  SAVAGES OF GOR; 17; Pages 207-208

“You will be freed prior to your judgment,” I told her. “You may then, in the full accountability, helplessness and vulnerability of the free woman, face justice.”
Bloketu moaned in misery.
Iwoso began to squirm madly in the ropes. I regarded her. “Struggle, free woman,” I said. “It will do you no good.”
Iwoso, irrationally, frenziedly, fought the ropes. Then, regarding me in misery and terror, she ceased her struggles. She was held, of course, as helplessly as before.  BLOOD BROTHERS OF GOR; 18; Page 398

I then held him to me, desperately. I scarcely dared move. I was a surrendered slave. I sensed myself on the brink of a submission orgasm such as I had never suspected existed.
"Resist me now," he said.
"I cannot!" I sobbed. "You have brought me too far! Vou know you have brought me too far! You know that resistance is now impossible!"
"Struggle to resist," he said. .
"Yes, Master," I sobbed. Then, with various rhythms and depths, he began to subject me to the torture of the withheld submission. "Please," I begged him. "Please!"
“Very well," he said, after a time, and I cried out, yielding to Hassan, the Slave Hunter.  KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Page 310

He then knelt across my body and held my hands, by the wrists, helplessly down, above and to the sides of my head.
“I greet you, Lady Sheila, Tatrix of Corcyrus,” he said.
“Greetings, Master,” I said.
“Struggle, squirm, attempt to escape,” he said.
I struggled briefly, predictably futilely. “I cannot escape” I said.
“Are you in the power of a man?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“Completely?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“You are completely in the power of what man?” he ask
“I am completely in the power of Miles of Argentum” I said.
“Long have I dreamed of having you in my power,” he said.  KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Page 340
 

Kudos to you, Mr. Norman for writing the Gorean series!
A rich, yet utterly simple saga; a world, a time, a people;
those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
Thank you!

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