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kneels, bends at the waist, places cheek to the floor, takes the Master's right foot and places it upon her neck, places arms behind back, crossing them at the wrist.
"Then, to my astonishment, the daughter of the Ubar Marlenus, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, knelt before me, a simple warrior of Ko-ro-ba, and lowered her head, lifting and extending her arms, wrists crossed. It was... the submission of the captive female. Without raising her eyes from the ground, the daughter of the Ubar said in a clear, distinct voice: `I submit myself.'
...I was speechless for a moment, but then, remembering that harsh Gorean custom required me either to accept the submission or slay the captive, I took her wrists in my hands and said, `I accept your submission.'"
Tarnsman of Gor pg 93-94
"She winced, her back bent painfully. "Do you wish me to submit to you now?" She begged. "Do so," said he. She fell to her knees before him, and lifted her head to regard him. "I will be your slave," she said. Then she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She was very beautiful. "I am your slave," she said, "--Master."
Hunters of Gor pg. 16
"Assume the posture of female submission," I told her. She did so, kneeling back on her heels, her arms extended, wrists crossed, her head between them, down. She was weeping."
Tribesmen of Gor pg 359
"She is yours," he said. He took his strap off her throat, and unbound her hands. "Submit," I told her. She knelt before me, back on her heels, arms extended, head down, between her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. "I submit to you, Master," she said. I tied her hands together; she then lowered her bound wrists; I pulled up her head. I held "Can you read?" I asked her. "No, Master," she said. "It says ," I said, "'I am the girl of Tarl of Teletus.'" I then collared her."
Explorers of Gor pg 74
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"Then, to my astonishment, the daughter of the Ubar Marlenus, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, knelt before me, a simple warrior of Ko-ro-ba, and lowered her head, lifting and extending her arms, wrists crossed. It was... the submission of the captive female. Without raising her eyes from the ground, the daughter of the Ubar said in a clear, distinct voice: `I submit myself.'
...I was speechless for a moment, but then, remembering that harsh Gorean custom required me either to accept the submission or slay the captive, I took her wrists in my hands and said, `I accept your submission.'"
Tarnsman of Gor pg 93-94
"She winced, her back bent painfully. "Do you wish me to submit to you now?" She begged. "Do so," said he. She fell to her knees before him, and lifted her head to regard him. "I will be your slave," she said. Then she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She was very beautiful. "I am your slave," she said, "--Master."
Hunters of Gor pg. 16
"Assume the posture of female submission," I told her. She did so, kneeling back on her heels, her arms extended, wrists crossed, her head between them, down. She was weeping."
Tribesmen of Gor pg 359
"She is yours," he said. He took his strap off her throat, and unbound her hands. "Submit," I told her. She knelt before me, back on her heels, arms extended, head down, between her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. "I submit to you, Master," she said. I tied her hands together; she then lowered her bound wrists; I pulled up her head. I held "Can you read?" I asked her. "No, Master," she said. "It says ," I said, "'I am the girl of Tarl of Teletus.'" I then collared her."
Explorers of Gor pg 74
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Interesting. I've noticed a commonality in these poses. Gorean men always look so gutless, and weak. Trembling, quivering, crying children under the foot of some greater laughing goddess of war they are bound to by the trepidation of her very might, that these little boys of courage could not contend with by the strength of their will. In this I see It is under the foot of this Goddess these men reside always in fear, sniveling, groveling, moaning and groaning pleading and yowling as lambs at the slaughter. By It is no surprise to me their fear of woman is so immense they must bind them at the sight of them. Its as though the power of Woman is so great they desperately attempt to contain it. You only bind what you fear. Thanks for providing the fodder that thought, kid. It empowers me.
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