Submission


Then, . . . the girl kneels. The young man approaches her, bearing a slave collar, its engraving proclaiming his name and city
. . .
The room is silent, absolutely silent, except for the decisive click of the collar lock.
It is a sound the girl will never forget.
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"Are you familiar with any of the rituals of enslavement?" I asked.
"I, Sidney Anderson, of Earth," she said, "submit myself to Tarl Cabot, of Gor, as a slave, completely, his to do with as he pleases."
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"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.
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She came and stood before me, and then dropped to her knees, resting back on her heels. She lowered her head and extended her arms, wrists crossed, the submission of the Gorean female.
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"Submit," I said.
Swiftly she knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. Her head was down, between her arms.
"I submit myself, fully, and as a slave," she said.
I tied her wrists together and locked a collar on her, drawn from my sea bag.
"I am yours," she said.
"You are Evelyn," I said.
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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.”
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"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.
"Repeat after me," I told her, “'I, once Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, of the planet Earth,-'"
"I, once Miss Elizabeth Cardwell of the planet Earth,-" she said.
"'-herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things,-'"
"-herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things,-" she said.
"'-to him who is now known here as Hakim of Tor,-'"
"-to him who is now known here a Hakim of Tor,-" she said.
"'-his girl, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases,-'"
"-his girl, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases," she said.
Hassan handed me the collar, It was inscribed 'I am the property of Hakim of Tor'. I showed it to the girl. She could not read Taharic script. I read it to her. I put it about her neck.
I snapped it shut.
"'I am yours, Master,'" I said to the girl.
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, her neck in my locked collar. "I am yours, Master," she said.
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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.”
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“I can force you to take me,” she said.
“How?” I asked.
“Like this,” she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. “Now you must take me with you or slay me.”
I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor.
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Commonly, if the master is home, and she is not under orders, as in, say, running an errand, or conducting regular business, such as shopping or gardening, she must, on her knees, beg his permission to leave the house, usually specifying her itinerary and when she expects to return.
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