Movements
Beauty in the smallest of her movements
A woman can be very beautiful simply greeting her
master, head down, at the door of his chambers, She can be very beautiful
in doing so small a thing as pouring his wine, eyes downcast, gracefully,
as his slave. Perhaps she is a bit more beautiful, however when she
kneels, helplessly before you or lies piteously at your feet supplicating
you to satisfy her slave need.
Perhaps she is most beautiful when she, collared in your arms, cries out
in orgasm, acknowledging you as her master.
Explorers of Gor; page 343
Movements are sensual, graceful, fluid
The hips of the dancer now moved, seemingly in isolation from the rest
of her body, though her wrists and hands, ever so slightly moved to the
music. "You cannot even move like that now." I told the blondish girl.
"Yet muscles can be trained. You will be taught to move like a woman, not
a puppet of wood." I grinned down at her. "You will be taught to be
sensual."
Tribesmen
Taught to stand with beauty - back
straight, head high, belly in, hip turned
"Stand as a slave," he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip
turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
"Excellant," said Ladletender, smacking his lips.
"Master is pleased," I said.
"Yes," he said.
Slave Girl
Slave girls walk proudly
'Most female slaves,' said Hassan, 'walk very proudly. They are proud
of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their
womanhood. It has been taught to them.
Tribesmen
Taught to stand with beauty - back straight, head
high, belly in, hip turned
"Stand as a slave," he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip
turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
"Excellant," said Ladletender, smacking his lips.
"Master is pleased," I said.
"Yes," he said.
Slave Girl
Distance from Master when heeling
"The Gorean slave girl, incidentally, will space herself from her
master quite differently in different situations. For example, if she is
somewhat farther away, it is easier for her to display herself in all her
beauty; if she wishes to wheedle for his caress she may approach quite
closely; if she is receiving instructions she may kneel a few feet away;
if she is begging to serve his pleasure she may kneel at his feet, perhaps
kissing them. She who fears she is to be disciplined will commonly hang
back; sometimes too, a girl will fear to approach too closely until the
master, by an expression or small sign, indicates that she is not in
obvious disfavor and may do so.
Explorers of Gor, p 201
Distance from Master when kneeling
It is customary in the kneeling position to remain back a few feet from
the male.
The kneeling position, itself, expresses the servitude of the slave, and
her submission,. the distance serves three major purposes.
It symbolizes in the distance, as well as in the differential in height,
the social inferiority of the slave to the master.
It puts the slave in a position where all of her, for the master's
delight, can be seen.
A kneeling woman is incredibly beautiful. It also puts enough space
between the slave and the free male so that the releasing of his rapacity
is then likely to require a decision, and is less likely to be simply,
reflexively, triggered.
This is regarded as being particularly important when the slave is in the
presence of a male who is not her master.
The kneeling position, thus interestingly, can occasionally provide a
measure of security, if somewhat tenuous one, for the slave, tending to
reduce the some extent the frequency with which, in a culture with such
interpersonal proximities, she might otherwise be subjected to
unauthorized rape.
This same tiny measure of protection, of course, puts her in much greater
danger from her real master, for he, observant her, seeing her kneeling
beautifully before him, can also delay in his considerations as to her
suitable exploitation.
How shall her use her? What shall he have her do, and so on. To be sure,
sometimes he simply takes her and when he wants her and almost by
reflexive whim. she is his. The main reason why a slave kneels, of course,
aside from such subtle and complex considerations, is simply that she is a
slave, and that that position, accordingly, is appropriate for her.
Dancer of Gor, pages 156-157
Palms upward when kneeling as a signal of need &
helplessness
"Position!," I snapped.
Swiftly she knelt again, as she had been commanded earlier.
You obey with the alacrity of a slave girl," I observed. If I do not," she
said, "I could be punished as one, could I not?" "Yes," I said, "and would
be." I walked about her, examining her, She kept her back very straight,
and her head up. I was then again before her. I noted that the palm of her
hands, so soft, so vulnerable, had turned on her thighs, so that they
faced up. Among slave girls this is a common ways of signaling need,
helplessness, a desire to please.
Vagabonds of Gor...pg.209
Palms turning upward unconsciously when kneeling
She knelt in the position of the Pleasure Slave but her hands on her
thighs had unconsciously, pleadingly, turned their palms to me, and she no
longer knelt quite back on her heels. It was as though she begged to be
allowed to lift and open her arms and rise and come to my arms. But as I
looked upon her sternly she turned her palms again to her thighs, knelt
back on her heels and dropped her head, holding her eyes as if by force of
will fixed on the plastic beneath my sandals.
"Priest Kings of Gor" (pages 234-235)
Running with short rapid steps, legs almost
straight, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at sides and palms
out
She ran rapidly to a place before the stone platform, before the curule
chair of Cernus, where she fell to her knees in the position of pleasure
slave, head bowed. I was amused, for she had run as a slave girl is
sometimes taught to run, with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight,
her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, head turned to the
left, arms at her sides, palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a
dancer's motion than a true run.
Assassin
Serving, leaning forward with knees slightly bent,
body graceful
The girl turned and withdrew, then approached again, climbing the
stairs, delicately, as though timidly, head down. Then she leaned forward,
bending her knees slightly, her body graceful, and spoke, her voice a
whisper in my ear, an invitation, "Wine, Master?" as though offering not
wine, but herself.
Assassin
