The dark-haired girl, exquisite and lovely, stood in the light, on the tiles,
back from the foot of the table, that we might well see her. Her hair was drawn
severely back on her head. She wore what seemed to be a svelte, satin,
off-the-shoulder, white sheath gown.Twisted about her feet, over and under,
were golden straps. The girl then turned gracefully before us, displaying the
garments. I saw that her hair, severely drawn back on her head, was fastened
behind the back of her head in a bun. I had known it would be. I had not
The girl, then, to the music, moved gracefully, turning, her
bands held out, about the table, displaying herself and her garments for us. She
then returned to her place on the tiles, at the foot of the table.
regarded her. How beautiful she was! She looked at me. Then, gracefully and
decisively, to the music, she unbound her hair. There was applause for this
at the table, the gentle striking of left shoulders, for she had done it well,
and the significance of a woman's unbinding her hair before a man is well
understood on Gor. She then, reaching to the left side, beneath her arm, of
what seemed to be a white sheath gown, undid a fastening, and then others, at
the side of her body, her waist, her thigh, and knee, and then, gracefully,
the Gorean music unobtrusive but melodious in the background, removed the
garment. I saw then that a rectangle of white cloth, cleverly tucked and sewn,
had been used to simulate the off-the-shoulder, white sheath gown on Earth. Such
an actual gown, of course, had not been available to her on Gor. There was
gentle, appreciative applause. She now stood before us in what seemed to be
a brief, silken, off-the-shoulder slip. The girl then sat on the tiles before
us, but back a bit, where we, sitting cross-legged at the low table, could well
see her. She extended her right leg, gracefully. It was flexed and, as her foot
was placed fully upon the floor, her toes were pointed. These two things,
respectively, curved her calf deliciously and extended the line of her beauty.
Her left leg was back, its ankle beneath her right thigh. She looked at me, and
then, bending forward, removed the golden straps wound about and under her right
foot. In the restaurant she badworn golden pumps, with wisps of golden straps.
She looked at me. Well did she, and the others, know the significance of
removing footwear before a free man. She cast aside the straps she had taken
from her right foot. Then, putting her hands back, swiftly and smoothly,
beautifully, to the music, without rising, she changed her position on the
tiles. Her left thigh now faced me. Her left leg was now gracefully extended,
flexed and toes pointed. Her left thigh, and calf, and ankle and foot were
marvelous. Her right foot, as her left previously had been, was back, the right
ankle now beneath her right thigh. She then removed the golden straps from her
left foot, and cast them aside. She looked at me.
She had bared her feet
before a free man. The golden straps she had used to simulate the footwear which
she had worn on Earth were golden binding straps. They were the nearest thing
she could find, within her limited resources, I gathered, to what she had worn
in the restaurant. I did not object. They resembled somewhat, and well
suggested, that footwear. Such straps, incidentally, are commonly used to bind
the hands and feet of women. There was gentle applause for the girl, and murmers
of appreciation. The footwear had been well removed. She then rose to her feet
and stood again before us, but now barefoot upon the tiles.
She then reached again to her left side, and undid a fastening there, below
her left arm, and then another below it, and then one at her hip. She then
unwrapped the brief sliplike garment from her body, and dropped it to one side.
The brassiere had been simulated cleverly with soft white silk. Her beauty,
soft, and almost as though protesting its confinement, strained against this
silk. Too, between her breasts, this silk had been twisted and knotted, this
making even more evident the sweet contours of her beauty, and the sturdy,
silken restraint placed upon it. The panties, too, were simulated with white
silk, which, in a narrow rectangle, had been wrapped twice about her hips and
tucked in at her waist. There was no nether closure to this silk, of
course. The Gorean slave girl is not permitted to shield her intimacies without
permission of her master. Besides these two garments,
intended, respectively, to suggest the brassiere and panties of an Earth girl,
she still wore, of course, the light, narrow white scarf, this twisted and wound
twice about her throat, the ends thrown over her left shoulder. The girl then,
to the music, put back her head and put her hands behind her back, and, reaching
high behind her back, this lifting her breasts beautifully, strained for a
moment, and then, one by one, twisting slightly, undid the hooks on the
confining, tight silk. Our eyes met. The silk was then dropped to one
"Superb," said Glyco.
She then reached to the white scarf on her
throat and, beautifully, to the music, undid it one turn. She then, to the
music, drew it beautifully, slowly, from her throat, and, gracefully, dropped it
to one side. She wore, of course, now revealed, a close-fitting, gleaming slave
She lifted her head, and, with her fingers, delicately indicated
and displayed the collar. She then stood before us as a barefoot, half-naked,
Gorean applause, and murmurs of appreciation, greeted this
aspect of her performance. Our eyes met again. She then reached with her right
hand to her waist and undid the tuck in the silk which was wrapped about her
hips. Slowly and beautifully then, to the music, with both hands, she unwound
the silk, and then dropped it to the tiles.
"Superb!" said Glyco.
then crawled to me, on her hands and knees, her head humbly down. Then, when she
reached me, she lowered herself to her belly and, extending her right hand,
touched me on the knee. She lifted her head. "You are my master," she said, "and
I am your slave, and I love you!"
p 247, book 16
"On Gor, the female slave, desiring her master, yet sometimes fearing to
speak to him, frightened that she may be struck, has recourse upon occasion to
certain devices, the meaning of which is generally established and
culturally well understood. I shall mention two such devices. There is, first,
knot. The bondage knot is a simple looped knot tied into the
girl's hair and worn at the side of her right cheek or before her right
shoulder. The girl
approaches the master naked and kneels, the bondage knot
soft, curled, fallen at the side of her right cheek or before her right
shoulder. Another device, common in Port Kar, is for the girl to kneel before
the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit, usually
a larma, or a yellow Gorean
peach, ripe and fresh. These devices,
incidentally, may be used even by a slave girl who hates her master but whose
body, trained to love, cannot endure the
absence of the masculine
--p.27, Tribesmen of Gor
"Rask and I regarded one another. He approached me.
With one hand he
brushed back my hood, revealing my head and hair. I stood very straight.
Carefully, one by one, he removed the four pins, handing them to one of the
girls at the side. My hair fell about my shoulders, and he smoothed it over my
back. One of the girls, she with the purple horn comb, combed the hair,
"She is pretty," said one of the girls in the crowd.
Rask of Treve now stood some ten feet from me. He regarded me.
garment," he said.
Ena and one of the girls from the tent parted the
garment and let it fall about my ankles. Two or three of the girls in the crowd
breathed their pleasure.
Some of the warriors smote their shield with the
blades of their spears.
"Step before me naked," said Rask of Treve. I did
We faced one another, not speaking, he with his blade, and in his
leather, I with nothing, stripped at his command.
"Submit," he said.
could not disobey him.
I fell to my knees before him, resting back on my
heels, extending my arms to him, wrists crossed, as though for binding, my head
lowered, between my arms.
I spoke in a clear voice.
"I, Miss Elinor
Brinton, of New York City, to the Warrior, Rask, of the High City of Treve,
herewith submit myself as a slave girl. At his hands I
accept my life and
my name, declaring myself his to do with as he pleases."
felt my wrists lashed swiftly, rudely, together. I drew back my wrists in fear.
They were already bound! They were bound with incredible
tightness. I had
been bound by a tarnsman. I looked up at him in fear. I saw him take an object
from a warrior at his side. It was an opened, steel slave
collar. He held
it before me.
"Read the collar," said Rask of Treve.
"I cannot," I
whispered. "I cannot read."
"She is illiterate," said Ena.
barbarian!" I heard more than one girl laugh.
I felt so ashamed. I regarded
the engraving on the collar, tiny, in neat, cursive script. I could not read it.
"Read it to her," said Rask of Treve to Ena.
"It says," said Ena, "I
am the property of Rask of Treve."
I said nothing.
understand?" asked Ena.
"Yes," I said. "Yes!"
Now, with his two hands,
he held the collar about my neck, but he did not yet close it. I was looking up
at him. My throat was encircled by the collar, he holding
it, but the
collar was not yet shut. My eyes met his. His eyes were fierce, amused, mine
were frightened. My eyes pleaded for mercy. I would receive none. The collar
snapped shut. There was a shout of pleasure from the men and girls about. I
heard hands striking the left shoulder in Gorean applause. Among the warriors,
the flat of the sword blades and the blades of spears rang on shields. I closed
my eyes, shuddering. I opened my eyes. I could not hold up my head. I saw before
me the dirt, and the sandals of Rask of Treve. Then I remembered that I must
speak one more line. I lifted my head, tears in my eyes.
"I am yours,
Master," I said.
He lifted me to my feet, one hand on each of my arms. My
wrists were bound before my body. I wore his collar. He put his head to the left
side of my face, and
then to the right. He inhaled the perfume. Then he
stood there, holding me. I looked up at him. Inadvertently my lips parted and I,
standing on my toes, lifted my head, that I might delicately touch with my lips
those of my master. But he did not bend to meet my lips. His arms held me from
"Put her in a work tunic," he said, "and send her to the shed."
Pg. 282-284, Captive of Gor
Among the Wagon Peoples, to be clad Kajir means, for a girl, to wear four
articles, two red two black; a red cord, the Curla, is tied about the waist; the
Chatka, or long , narrow strip of black leather, fits over the cord in
front, passes under, and then again, from the inside, passes over the cord in
chatka is drawn tight; the Kalmack is then donned; it is a short
sleeveless vest of black leather; lastly the koora, a strip of red cloth,
matching the Curla, is
wound about the head, to hold the hair back, for
slave women, among the Wagon Peoples, are not permitted to braid, or otherwise
dress their hair; it must be,
save for the koora, worn loose. for a male
slave or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work
chains, to be clad Kajir means to
wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work
tunic of black leather.
p 30, book 4
The women in bondage present, who served us, each wore four golden
rings on each ankle, and each wrist, locked on, which clashed as they walked or
moved, adding their sound to the slave bells that had been attached to their
Turian collars, and that hung from their hair; the ears of each,too, had been
peirced and from each ear hung a tiny slave bell. The single garment of these
women was the Turian Camisk. I do not know particularly why it is called a
camisk, save thatit is a simple garment for a female slave. The common camisk is
a single peice of cloth, about eighteen inches wide, thrown over the girls head
and worn like a poncho. It usually falls a bit above the knees in front and back
and is belted with a cord our chain. The Turian camisk, on the other hand, if it
were to be laid out on the floor, would appear somewhat like an inverted "T" in
which the bar of the "T": would be beveled on each side. It is fastened with a
single cord. The cord binds the girl at three points, behind the neck, behind
the back, and in front at the waist. The garment itself, as might be supposed,
fastens behind the girls neck passes before her, passes between her legs, and is
then lifted and, folding the two side of the T`s bar about her hips, ties in
front. The Turian camisk, unlike the common camisk, will cover the girls brand;
on the other hand, unlike the common camisk, it leaves the back uncovered and
can be tied, and is, snugly, the better to disclose the girls beauty.