"Kneel," said the Forkbeard to the girl, "legs apart, palms of your hands on your thighs."
~Marauders of Gor, page 162~
"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.
Her entire body trembled with the ache of desire."
~Priest-Kings of Gor, page 234~
"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, page 209~
"I turned my attention to the dancer on the floor. She lay now on her back, one knee lifted, her arms at her sides, palms down, before the brute with his
whip,, who towered over her………Then, delicately, in a graceful gesture, she turned her hands, putting their backs to the floor, exposing her palms, and the
soft flesh of her palms to him, indicating her surrender, her submission, her vulnerability and her readiness."
~Rogue of Gor, page 196~
"Your palms," I said, "have them facing upward, to the moons of Gor."
"Yes, Master," she said."
~Savages of Gor, page 184~