TLGor-Obedience

The Nature of
Obedience on Gor

In a struggle to understand what it meant if I did not always feel willing and total submission, even to my most loved and cherished owner, I was told to research obedience in the books. Searching ONLY by the word "obedience," these are the quotes that I found...
as well as the startling realization of how such obedience is truly motivated.

Some say, "No fair, you cannot whip a slave online."
I say, "If you want fair... go to a carnival!"

"Each girl in her processing," said Ho-Tu, "after her fingerprinting, is given five strokes of the lash, that she may feel it and know what it means. After that, to ensure prompt obedience, it is commonly enough to merely move one's hand toward the leather."
-Assassin

We had trained into our bodies mysteries of movements of which even we, for the most part, were no longer aware, subtle signals of appetite, of passion and of obedience to a masculine touch, movements which excited the fierce jealousy, the hatred, of free women, particularly ignorant free women, who feared, and perhaps rightly, that their men might leave them for the purchase or capture of such a prize.
-Captive

I then heard, again and again, the fierce, snapping crack of the slave lash. It fell again and again on the vulnerable, secured bodies of girls in bondage. Its searing cruelty would teach them, and swiftly, that no choice was theirs but immediate complete and abject obedience. I heard no screaming. A girl cannot scream under the lash. She can scarcely breathe. She can scarcely whisper, hoarsely, piteously, begging for mercy. In Port Kar I had seem the fingernails of girls torn to the quick as they scratched at stones against which they were tied. If she is bound against a wall her entire body may be injured, wiped with abrasions, as she tried to escape the whip. For this reason a girl to be whipped is often suspended from a ring or a pole.
-Hunters

�What is the duty of a slave girl?� I inquired.
�Absolute obedience,� she said, frightened.
�What are you?� I inquired.
�A slave girl,� she said.
�What is your duty?� I asked.
�Absolute obedience,� she cried out.
I looked out to sea. The two lanterns were now closer.
�Kneel,� I told Tina.
She did so immediately, frightened, her head to the ground.
Some four hundred yards away from shore, by my conjecture, the two lanterns stopped. There was then a third lantern, lower that the other two.
I took the slave whip from my belt and touched Tina on the shoulder with it.
She looked up, frightened.
�Please do not beat me,� she whispered.
I held the whip before her. �Kiss the whip,� I told her.
She did so, and looked up at me, pleading.
�Absolute obedience,� I told her.
�Yes, Master,� she whispered, terrified. �Absolute obedience.�
-Hunters

Some say the master belt gets its name be cause it is used sometimes in the disciplining of bond-maids. This seems to be a doubtful origin for the name. It is true, however, questions of the origin of the name aside, that bond-maids, stripped, are often taught obedience under its lash.
-Marauders

"I am owned," she said. "He commands perfect obedience in me. I have no choice but to give it. I am his slave."
"And how do you feel about this?" I asked.
She looked at me. Then she said, "I love it."
-Tribesman

"You are a runaway slave girl," he said.
She wept, but did not break the position of the slave dance. "Too," said he, "at the oasis you cried my name." These were serious offenses.
"Forgive me, Master," she cried. "I love you!" She had risked her life to return to Hassan. She loved him. Yet a slave girl owes her master absolute obedience. She had violated his will in two particulars. I did not think it would go easily with her. Love on Gor does not purchase a girl lenience; it does not mitigate her bondage, nor compromise her servitude, but rather renders it the more complete, the more helpless and abject.
-Tribesmen

When a slave's obedience to one man, harms another...
She looked at me with horror. She wept then, and put down her head. "I identified you for Ibn Saran," she said.
I shrugged.
"Are you not angry!" she cried.
"A slave girl," I said to her, "owes her master absolute obedience."
She looked aside, angrily. "I dare not even speak to you what else I did," she said.
"You betrayed Priest-Kings," I told her, "fully, and to the best of your ability."
-Tribemen

"You are in great danger," said Vella. "You must flee." I sheathed the dagger I had held her in obedience with.
-Tribesman

The bearded man approached me. Suddenly he struck me with his right hand, a swift, savage, open-handed slap. I was hurled stumbling, spinning, to the end of the chain, which caught me, cruelly, at the neck, jerking me to the ground. My lip and the side of my mouth were cut. My head seemed to explode. I tasted blood.
The man barked a command. In panic and misery, in a movement of collar and chain, I fled again to my place and again stood before them, so straight, my chin again high, precisely as I had been before.
I wondered what could be the status of women on this world, on a world where there were such men.
He did not strike me again. I had placated him by my obedience.
He spoke to me again. I looked into his eyes. For a moment our eyes met. I knelt.
-Slave Girl

I knelt exactly as they had placed me, scarcely daring to breathe. I feared to move in the slightest. I did not wish to be again struck, or to irritate or offend them in the least. I did not know what they might do, these mighty and terrible men, so unpredictable, so uncompromising and primitive, so different from the men of Earth, if they were not completely and fully, and absolutely, pleased with me. I determined to give them no cause for anger. I determined that they would have my absolute obedience. Thus I knelt not moving before them. I felt the wind move the hair on the back of my neck.
-Slave Girl

(a little further, after Warriors fight for her)
But I did know that on this world, whatever it was that I was, I was expected to stand beautifully. I did so. It was part of my obedience.
He did not move, but stood, leaning on his spear. He did not pay me much attention. I was merely there, subject to him, should he speak or gesture.

"What is your duty?" asked my master.
"Absolute obedience," I replied, in Gorean.
He held the whip to my lips. I pressed my lips to it, and kissed it. "Absolute obedience," I said.
-Slave Girl

"What is the duty of a slave girl?" he asked.
"Absolute obedience, Master," I whispered, frightened. "Absolute obedience." I scarcely dared to whisper, for fear of moving my throat beneath the knife.
I felt the knife leave my throat.
-Slave Girl

It wasn't always a freeman who physically attained obedience from a slave...
In their eyes I could read their distress. But they knelt beautifully under Sandal Thong�s discipline.
"Here are your slaves, Master," she said to Thurnus.
"Excellent," said Thurnus. He looked upon the three girls. They dared not move a muscle. I had little doubt but that Sandal Thong would richly switch any of them who disobeyed in the least, or gave the least hint of disobedience. Thurnus grinned. He began to suspect the wonders that he would now have from these girls.
-Slave Girl

"I am afraid," I said.
"Do not be afraid," said Sucha.
"What are my duties?" I asked.
"Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience," said Sucha.
I looked at the girl in the mirror. I remembered the words of Thurnus. "You belong at the feet of men," he had said. I looked at the girl in the mirror. Her ankle was belled. She was beautiful. She was a collared, silked, perfumed slave. She was very beautiful. I had no doubt she belonged at the feet of men. She was a slave girl. She was I.
"Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience," said Sucha.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
I heard the pounding of a metal bar on the inner gate leading to the quarters of the slave girls.
The girls were frightened. Even Sucha seemed frightened. "Hurry," she cried. "Hurry!"
-Slave Girl

"What is the duty of a slave girl?" she asked.
"Absolute obedience," I whispered.
"Kiss the whip," she said.
I did so.
She then went back to the curule chair and seated herself upon it, regarding me. She held the whip in her right hand, its blades folded in her left.
"I am sure we will get on well, won�t we, Judy?" she asked.
"Yes, Lady Elicia, my mistress," I whispered.
-Slave Girl

I touched the ship�s collar. It is a hard thing for a girl to belong to a woman. Further, I knew she would wish me to be a demure girl, a fitting serving slave for a lady of wealth and rank, one whose status and image requires that her girls be paragons of shy, perfect obedience, humility and modesty, that they reflect not the least dishonor upon her. If I so much as looked at a man, even a slave, I had no doubt she would tear the flesh from my bones with the delicately beaded, feminine slave whip which, by its slender leather loop, hung upon its peg in her bedroom, where I, her girl, might constantly see it. I had already felt it. It would be torture to belong to her, not only from the shame of being forced to serve her perfectly, but because she would expect me to adopt her values and conform absolutely to them, values which involved her proud, determined independence of men, and her contempt of them. The slave girl must be as the mistress wishes. I had felt the hands of Gorean men, tight and strong, on my slave body. I did not know if I could now live without them.
-Slave Girl

�I lay there, helpless. He pointed to me and said something in his own tongue. I could tell that it was scornful.
�The priest, angrily, returned the knife of blue stone to the golden dish. Others, too, were angry. The thongs at my ankles were cut free. My wrist leashes were untied from the iron rings. The crowd began to become ugly. By a hand on my arm I was thrust from the altar. It seemed now they did not want me on the altar. I was struck by a man. I cowered. My wrist leashes were seized by two men and I was dragged before the pillar of oblong stone on which sat he to whom I had called out �Master�. The anger of the men, and the crowd, I suddenly realized, was not directed at the red brute sitting upon the stone, but, startingly, frighteningly, at me. They were not angry with him for interfering with their ceremony but somehow, for no reason I understood, with me. I shuddered, held naked by the wrist leashes before the stone, the object of the contempt and wrath, the scorn and fury, of the multitude. I, terrified, felt their hatred directed upon me, almost as though it came in waves. �Why did you not tell us you were a slave?� he asked of me. He spoke in English. �Forgive me, Master,� I begged. �To our gods,� he said, �the offer of a contemptible slave would be an insulting sacrifice.� �Yes, Master,� I said. The first time I saw you,� he said, �I thought you were a slave. Yet when I ordered you not to replace your sunglasses, you did so.� �Forgive me, Master,� I said. �Surely you know that any free man has authority over a slave girl? he asked. �Yes, Master,� I said. �When you did not obey,� he said, �I then thought perhaps that I had been mistaken about you, that perhaps you were not a slave, but a free woman, and thus might serve as a suitable sacrifice to our gods.� �Yes, Master,� I said, my head lowered. �But, as I had originally thought,� he said, �you were only a slave.� �Yes, Master,� I said. I did not raise my head. �When I ordered you not to replace your sunglasses, you did so,� he said. �Yes, Master,� I said. �Why?� he asked. �Forgive me, Master,� I said. �You were disobedient,� he said. �Yes, Master,� I said. �Whip her,� he said.�
The blond-haired barbarian looked at me.
�Continue,� I said.
�There were two rings before the stone, about five feet apart,� she said. �They knelt me down.�
�Kneel down,� I said, �precisely as in your dream.�
�Yes, Master,� she said. She knelt down. �My wrist leashes,� she said, �were then slipped through the rings, the free ends of each in the hands of a standing man.�
�It is interesting that that should be in your dream,� I said. �It is a device for maintaining a differential tension in the body of a beaten girl.�.
�It seemed natural,� she said.
�It is natural,� I said. �Now place your wrists exactly as they were at the beginning of your beating.�
�Yes, Master,� she said. She extended her wrists downward and to the sides.
�What then occurred?� I asked.
�I was beaten,� she said.
�How many strokes?� I asked.
�Eleven,� she said. �Ten for disobedience, and one, to remind me that I was a slave.�
-Explorers

"And on Gor," she said, "you are a slave."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"On Gor," she said, "we do not accept disobedience in slaves, not the least disobedience, is that clearly understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Beyond that," she said, "a slave is expected to be fully pleasing, fully. Is that understood, perfectly?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"The animals you have seen are called sleen," she said. "They are used for many purposes on Gor. One purpose they are commonly used for is to hunt down and destroy slaves. That is the purpose, incidentally, for which the animals you have just seen have been trained."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"It is common also on Gor to take troublesome or disobedient slaves, or recalcitrant slaves, or slaves who have not been fully pleasing, perhaps even in a quite minor way, either male or female salves, and feed them to sleen. Indeed, sometimes slaves are fed to sleen simply for the amusement of the masters."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Do you understand now, just a little, what it might be to be a slave on Gor?" she asked.
-Fighting Slave

It must be understood, of course, that the slave's sexuality is imbedded in an entire matrix of obedience, love and service. In her heart and mind these things are inextricably, and delicately and beautifully, intertwined. Her sexuality, commanded of her by her master, by the whip, if necessary, is, in one sense, but one aspect and expression of her total bondage; she serves fully, and in all things; yet; in another sense, her entire condition is, in its way, an expression of the depth, complexity and beauty of her sexuality.
-Guardsman

Total pleasingness, at all times and in all ways, and instant, and complete obedience, to the least whim of the master, is standardly required of Gorean female slaves, incidentally, not merely of those who wear the collars of red savages. I had little doubt but what there were many in the cities who could instruct even the red savages in matters pertaining to the utilization, management and control of female slaves. If anything, I suspected that the lot of the female slave in the Barrens might be a bit easier than that of her imbonded sister in the smooth corridors and ornate palaces of the high cities. Each street and each square in such a city is likely to have its tether posts and whipping rings.
-Savages
*Interesting... but slaves were such a small percentage of the population... ?

"You can't kill me," she said. "I do not belong to you!"
"That is an interesting question," I said. "As I hold the beaded quirt I think I do, in this context, have such rights over you. At any rate, even if I do not, a complaint to the boys, relayed by them to your master, would surely be in order. He may then decide whether or not your least difficulty or disobedience is to be punished by death. And since you are a herd girl, I doubt that he will think twice about the matter. That is better." She had assumed the position which I had prescribed.
"Do not complain to the boys," she said. "They are cruel!"
"They are not cruel," I said. "They are only good herders."
"If I do not please you," she said, "just quirt me."
"Have no fear," I said. "If I am not pleased you will be well quirted. Then I will decide whether or not to complain to the boys."
She moaned.
-Blood Brothers

"I believe you were given a command," I said. "I trust that you do not desire for me to repeat it, as your discharge of the task might well, then, be preceded by a severe whipping."
"No, Master," she wept. "I do not desire for you to repeat your cmmand."
"If your obedience is insufficiently prompt," I said, "I may add to my command the stipulations that you will polish trade goods the lodge naked."
"My obedience is prompt, Master," she wept, getting up. She began to gather together several pots and pans from Grunt's store of trade goods.
"I am well aware of the tricks of lazy girls to escape from their work," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she wept. "Yes, Master."
-Blood Brothers

"Women are born to serve men," said Cuwignaka.
Some of the women, though only a few, were marked not with paint, but with tags, divices of wire with an attached leather disk. The wire is thrust through an ear lobe or the septum and twisted shut, thus fastening the tag on the female.
"Do you think that is true, Wasnapohdi?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said, lowering her head. "I think so."
"Why?" I asked.
"Our deepest fulfillments," she said, "are found in obedience, service and love."
"But are these not the primary duties required of the female slave?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"It thus seems," I said, "that there is some sort of interesting relationship between the achievement of female fulfillment and the harsh institution of uncompromising female slavery,"
"Yes, Master," she said.
I smiled.
"But we would like to choose our masters." she said.
"Unfortunately," I said, "that is not possible."
-Blood Brothers

I observed how her toes were pointed, this curving her calves deliciously. Her belly, too, was sucked in a bit, accentuating the loveliness of her breasts and the flare of her hips. How lasciviously, how desirably, she lay before me, and yet with what seeming indifference, with what a seeming innocence, with what a seeming lack of awareness! she sighed, and smiled, and looked away. How inadvertently she had seemed to do that. The she-sleen! I clenched my fists. She knew well what she was doing. She lay before me with the lascivious, apparent nonchalance of a slave who, supposedly unaware, knows well that her master's eyes are upon her.
"Master?" she asked.
"Rest," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said, and smiled. "If master should desire aught, let his slave be summoned. She will respond with instant and perfect obedience."
"It is well," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
She then closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
I regarded her. I could not take my eyes from her. I owned her. Well was I pleased that she had fallen to my leather.
She opened her eyes, and smiled.
"Rest," I said.
-Blood Brothers

Timidly Iwoso turned her head to him and their lips, gently, touched. She then kissed him twice, timidly, on the check. He did not move. Iwoso, then, frightened, but more boldly, began to kiss him softly about the mouth and face.
These kisses, now, clearly, I saw, went beyond the feigned obedience ingredient in her strategem; some of these kisses were like quesitons, after which she would wait to see how he might react; others were like tiny explorations or experiments, testings or tastings, to satisfy her female curisoity; others were like small, tender placatory submissions; others were like gentle, moist offerings, hoping that he might be pleased. Iwoso, I saw, doubtless contrary to her origninal intentions, was actually kissing Hci.
"Lick, as well as kiss," said Hci.
Iwoso, softly, then, complied.
I was reminded of the girls at the training stakes in the pens of slavers, in the cities. One of the first things a girl is taught to do is to like and kiss under duress. One of the next things she is taught to do, in her training chains in a furre alcove, is to make love instantly, at so little as the snapping of fingers or the barking of a command.
-Blood Brothers

"Remember that you are not lofty free women," she said.
"Remember that you are only female slaves. You exist for the service and pleasure of men. When you go out there drip with obedience and sensuousness. Let every glance, every look and movement, signify to n'en the promise of untold pleasures, and if any of them should so much as snap his fingers, see that you fulfill that promise and a thousand times more."
"Yes, Mistress!" we said.
"There will be no free women present," she said. "That will make things easier."
-Slave Girl

"I am sorry, Master," I said.
''And well you might be,'' he said, ''as you are now my slave."
"I am sorry anyway," I said.
"Perhaps it is my intention to humiliate you, to debase~ and degrade you, to abuse you, to teach you, at my hands, fear, misery and pain!"
"You may do with me as you please," I smiled. "I am your slave."
"I wonder how you will like it," he mused, "in your collar, hating me, but utterly helpless, knowing that you must obey me, absolutely, and serve me, in all things, with total perfection."
"I do not hate you," I laughed. "And you need not concern yourself with obedience and service. As I am a slave, you may depend upon them. Too, I shall render them to you eagerly, not only from the meaning of my collar but from the bottom of my heart."
"Perhaps I should debase and degrade you," he said.
'The more you debase and degrade me, Master," I 'said, "the more I shall love you."
"How you tortured me in Corcyrus!" he said, angrily, looking down at me.
"I was cruel and petty," I said.
"Much misery did you cause me," he said, angrily.
"I am sorry," I smiled. I was not completely displeased, of course, to learn of his discomfort.
"You are not truly sorry, are you?" he asked, a smile about his lips.
"Not really," I admitted, shrugging in the ropes.
"Why?" he asked.
"I am a woman," I said.
"Women enjoy taunting men, and tormenting them with desire," he said.
"Some women, sometimes," I said.
-Kajira

Some of the slave girls, some naked, some scantily clad, looked at one another. Had they so dallied in their compliance, hesitating perhaps even an instant in their immediate and absolute obedience, serious punishments would doubtless have been theirs. They were, of course, only slaves.
-Players

You have not been forced to learn submission, obedience, service, passion and love.
-Players

�Wiggle, Lana,� said Chino.
�I am the Lady Rowena of Pseudopolis!� cried Rowena.
�Now,� said Chino.
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�Never!� she cried. �Oh!� she cried, wincing, Chino�s hand in her hair, tightening and twisting, instructing her in obedience.
�See?� asked Chino of Petrucchio.
�Yes,� said Petrucchio.
�Very good, Lana,� said Chino.
-Players

�Mother,� said the girl, timorously.
�Yes, my daughter,� said the mother, encouragingly.
�This morning, near noon, on the Avenue of Adminius, I was forced to call a man Master.�
�So, too, were we all,� said the mother, soothingly. �It is just their way of accustoming us to obedience, and what lies before us.�
�There was something else,� she whispered.
�Yes,� asked the mother.
�I had to kiss a man�s whip,� she whispered.
�So, too, did we all, I am sure,� said the mother, kindly.
�But it is worse,� she whispered. �I fear to speak.�
�Tell me,� said the mother, soothingly, taking the girls head upon her breast.
�I had feelings,� said the girl. �I had never felt just those feelings before.�
�I understand,� said the mother.
�When I felt the stout leather thrust against my lips, I trembled,� she said. �Then, as bidden, I kissed, and licked it, lingeringly. I looked up at him. I saw the ferocity, and the strength, and the uncompromising determination, in his eyes. Then, again, I bent to my work. I felt thrilled to the quick. My belly became hot. My thighs flamed. I felt wet.�
The mother kissed her, and caressed her hair, softly, soothingly.
�I am a terrible person,� said the girl.
�Such feelings are perfectly natural,� said the mother. �Do not be ashamed of them. They tell you what you are. It is not wrong to be what you are. It is good to be what you are, exactly what you are, whatever it may be.�
�Have you ever had such feelings?� asked the girl.
�Yes,� said the mother.
�What can possibly be their meaning?� asked the girl, frightened.
�It is simple,� said the mother.
�What?� asked the girl.
�That we are females,� said the mother.
-Mercenaries

"It is my understanding that six days ago, on the streets," he said, "you exhibited a momentary hesitancy in carrying out a capture."
I flung myself to my belly, my hands tied behind me, before his chair. I was terrified. "Forgive me, Master!" I cried. "Forgive me!"
"Did you know the individual?" he asked.
"Yes, Master!" I cried. I had known him. he had been kind to me!"
"To whom does a girl own absolute and perfect obedience?" he asked.
"To her master! To her master!" I wept.
"Kick her, and beat her," he said, dispassionately.
I was then spurned and abused with the feet of his men, and I was then pulled up to my knees and cuffed several times before my master. Then they stepped back. I was then again on my knees, my lips now bleeding, before my master. I tasted blood.
"You are contrite now, are you not, Tuka?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said, frightened. I knew I should not have hesitated. I was a slave.
"But you have been on the whole an excellent lure girl," he said, "one of he best I have ever had."
-Mercenaries

I felt the blade lift from my neck. I closed my eyes. Then I heard him laugh.
I opened my eyes, startled.
I heard the sword thrust into its sheath, its guard halting its further progress.
"Bara!" he snapped.
I flung myself to my belly in the grass, putting my hands behind me, wrists crossed, and crossing my ankles, too.
I lay there in confusion, in obedience.
He went to pick up the binding fiber which had been removed from my ankles by Tupita, from my wrists, a bit before, by himself.
I had been spared!
-Dancer

"To be sure," I said, "that condition of the natural slave, like that of the legal slave, can be difficult to conceal, particularly under certain stimulus conditions. It need not remain, however, simply a guilty secret locked in the heart of a frustrated, unfulfilled free woman, not yet in the keeping of her master. It can be shown by such things as her profound psychological dispositions to selflessly serve and love, her desire for, and response to, male domination, her understandings of chains and the whip, the quickening, deepening and intensification of her sexuality under conditions of bondage, her happiness and fulfillment when she finds herself placed in her proper relationship to the male, her joy in fulfilling her biological role, her joy in obedience, submission and love, her elation in knowing herself owned and mastered, subdued and conquered, a condition manifested in acts as disparate, and yet strangely akin, as the tying of her master�s sandals and slave writhings in the furs, being forced to thrash helplessly in the orgasmic ecstasies he chooses to impose upon her."
-Renegades

I laughed softly to myself. Did she not know that she, too, could become a slave, that she, too, could have such obediences and helplessnesses imposed upon her?
-Vagabonds