I had sought to please Rask of Treve in many ways, and found, to my astonishment, that I was eager to do so, and took great pleasure in doing so. I wanted to be many women to him, and yet the same, always El-in-or. A man is a strange beast I think, for he both desires one woman and many women, and perhaps most he desires one woman who will be to him many women, others, delicious others, and yet always, too, herself. I became many women to Rask of Treve, fresh females, yet again El-in-or. Sometimes I would be a new girl, frightened, young, much fearing him, as Techne might have been; sometimes I would be as though of the scribes, much as Inge might have been, refined, dismayed at her fate; sometimes as a fine lady, of wealth and position, of high caste, as Rena had been, who now must find herself to be humbled as a mere, rightless collared wench; and sometimes I would be a lonely slave, or a drunken slave, or a defiant girl, determined to resist, or a cruel red-silk slave, determined herself to conquer, but, in the end, finding herself his conquest, and in all this, always, his El-in-or.
Captive of Gor pages 352-353
(Adapted from a compilation by Goddess69 at the Albany Power Exchange)
This is the most basic of all the positions. This is the position most slaves are in most of the time. She kneels before her Master/Mistress, her head held high, eyes downcast, knees spread wide open, shoulders back keeping her back straight (or arched slightly), breasts thrust outward. Her hands lie on her thighs, palms facing upward.
Tower Slave Position:
This is variation of Nadu in which the slave kneels the same way, but with palms down and the knees together. This is often referred to as “Tower” and is typically reserved for slaves who serve their Master/Mistress in a non-sexual way, such as a Tower Slave or female Work Slave. It is also used as a resting position.
This position is easy to understand. Lying on the back, hands at sides, palms facing upward. Legs are spread wide open…the slave awaits inspection.
Sula-Ki, or “Alternative Sula”:
This is more of an action or command than position. Move into Sula, then slowly lift hips up off the floor, as if beckoning with the body, encouraging sexual use by the Master/Mistress.
There are many reasons for this position, sometimes punishment. Lie on stomach, face down and turned to the left, with wrists crossed behind back. Ankles are crossed, as if for binding.
This command is used for varied reasons. Fall (carefully) to the floor face down, forehead resting flat on the surface, arms at the sides with the legs widely spread and crawl to the Master/Mistress upon belly.
This is very close to “belly” but there are differences. Slave gets down on all fours, forearms flat on floor, ass in the air with the forehead close to but not touching the floor and crawls to within an inch from the Master/Mistress’s feet.
When a slave is told to nestle she fits herself against the Master/Mistress’s side, snuggling into the crook of His/Her arm
This position is used to attach a leash. Kneel, slave’s back to the Master/Mistress, with the chin lifted and head turned to the left, offering the collar for leashing. Wrists are held behind the back, ready if needed, for slave bracelets.
Similar to lesha but done from a standing position. Standing with back to the Master/Mistress, hands are crossed at the small of the back. The feet are placed shoulder width apart, with back and shoulders slightly arched, thrusting breasts forward, head held high and tilted to the left with the eyes lowered in respect and submission.
This position is used to put on slave bracelets, or for chaining the slave. Place hands behind the back, shoulders pushed back and breasts thrust outward, hands clasped tightly behind back with fingers interwoven.
Ko-Lar or Collaring Position:
Also called “the Position of Female Submission.” Kneel at the Master/Mistress’s feet and lean body back, sitting upon heels, with arms extended upward, crossed at the wrists, and head beneath them lowered in supplication.
Kneel, bending at the waist, place cheek to the floor, takes the Master/Mistress’s right foot and places it upon her neck, placing arms behind back, crossing them at the wrist.
Lie on stomach, face down before the Master/Mistress. Turn head and place cheek against Master/Mistress’s feet, kissing them lightly in a gesture of love and submission.
Karta or Position of Obedience:
Kneel on the floor, thighs spread widely which allows chest to touch the floor. Lean forward to place breasts and forehead against the floor. Reach out with arms fully extended, palms against floor. Ankles may be crossed or uncrossed. Shows utmost respect.
This is very similar to Karta, but wrists are crossed. Kneel, knees wide apart and lay head to the floor, forehead down and arms stretched over head and wrists crossed.
This command is used when a Master/Mistress is in need of a table to rest his/her drink or to just rest his/her feet. Go to all fours, locking her elbows, making back smooth and level, holding her head level as well.
She first assumes the Nadu position, though with her arms crossed in front of her. She then leans forward and places her head to the floor, first sweeping her hair forward over her shoulders in order that her back might be utterly exposed to the whip.
“Slaver’s Kiss” Position:
Fall to floor upon all fours, and lowers head to the ground, with buttocks thrust upward and thighs widely spread, exposing hindquarters fully in preparation for the caress of the leather against the body.
Sexual Usage Position:
Fall to floor upon all fours, and keep head straight, eyes looking forward, with buttocks thrust upward and thighs widely spread in preparation for the sexual use of the Master/Mistress.
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“The smallest tasks in your life, how you clean your Master’s leather, how you set out his clothes, how you cook, and sew, how you shop, how you clean and launder, even the tiniest and most servile tasks, all such things, will become sexual, all will become expressions of your femaleness, fitting and joyful manifestations of your worthless but helplessly proffered, gladly tendered love and service, that of only an insignificant slave.”
“I understand,” she said.
“The life of a female slave,” he said, “is a life wholly given over by love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her Master, one who can be bought and sold at his least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arangements.”
“Yes, Master,” whispered the girl.
“And it is for such women,” he said. “that men are willing to die.”
She put down her head, humbly.
Mercenaries of Gor pgs 435-436
I looked down upon her. I did not speak.
“I kneel before you, your slave, yours to do with as you wish. Command me, and I shall obey. I am yours.” She looked up at me, smiling. “Whip me, or terrify me,” she said. “I must accept. I must endure. I am a slave. But I wish to please you. That is what I really wish to do. You can probably never know how much I wish to please you.”
I regarded her. I did not speak.
“I am before you, and you have not dismissed me. I gather then that I may remain as I am, for the time, kneeling before you.” She smiled. “I gather that it pleases you, for some reason, to have me kneeling before you, naked, and as your slave. I suppose that if I were a man it would please me, too, to have a woman so situated before me. And I shall tell you a secret, my Master, for we slaves may not keep secrets from our masters. It pleases us women, too, to kneel thusly before men, especially if we are slaves, for their perusal and inspection. And it is our hope, too, that we will be found attractive by our masters. It is they who own us, and we wish them to find us pleasing. How scandalous we slaves are!” she laughed. “Oh, Master,” she said, “if my girlish prattle should please you in the slightest, please indicate this by some gesture or expression. I will then remain silent until I sense that it may, again, be acceptable for me to speak. I know well who is master here.”
But I displayed to her no disapprobatory sign.
“Do you like my bells?” she asked, happily. “They have been put upon me for your pleasure. It excites me to be belled.” She lifted her left arm, and turned it. There was a shimmer of sound from the glinting rows of tiny bells locked on her wrist. “Are they not pretty?” she asked. “They mark my movements well, and as those of a slave,” she smiled. Then she lowered her arm, and knelt back again, on her heels, in the position of the pleasure slave. “How happy I am yours,” she said. “Thank you for bringing me to your house, my Master.”
I looked down upon her, so exquisite and desirable, kneeling before me, perfumed, naked and belled. Her knees and the bells on her ankles were almost lost in the soft, deeply piled carpet before the curule chair.
“My Master licks his lips,” she said. “Perhaps he sees before him a morsel which he would like to devour?”
I did not speak. ‘Go hungry to the feast,’ I thought, ‘so say the Goreans.’ And what a slave feast knelt before me!
“I gather that I may continue to speak,” she said. “It seems to please my Master to hear me speak.” This is not unusual, incidentally, among Gorean masters. High intelligence is highly valued in a female slave. One of the great pleasures in owning a girl is listening to her. It is a great pleasure to become intimately acquainted with her expressions and thoughts, from the most casual and trivial to the most delicate and profound. She must always, of course, be kept strictly in her place.
Guardsman of Gor pages 181-183
At last, after nine weeks of increasingly harsh training, Mary Anne was presented to the Sultan, naked, collared and bound. She had lost all thoughts of resistance, and indeed everything about her former life - her family, friends, and even her fiance - now floated in and out of her mind like wisps of cloud. She had only the vaguest memories of traveling to this strange land with her parents and checking into a sleepy guesthouse near the casbah. Now, kneeling on the sumptuous red carpet, all she could think of was that she would do anything, anything at all, to avoid the touch of the whip, and anything to please the cruel bearded man who sat before her on his golden throne, leering down at her oiled, perfumed body …