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Incredibly, they must be taught. They learn quickly, of course, in the collar, and subject to the whip.

I did not want to lag too far behind, outside the normal heeling distance. That she follows indicates that she is subservient, that he is master and she slave; that she follows on the left is a cultural matter probably indexed to the fact that most Goreans are right-handed.

Her presence on the left, thus, is not likely to interfere with his draw or the movements of his sword arm. I turned to regard her.

She would follow me, behind and on the left. In this way the sword arm is not likely to be encumbered. The slave rose to her feet and hurried after him, to heel him.

The girl normally heels a right-handed master on the left, that she not encumber the movements of the weapon hand. That is the common heeling position.

But already he was threading his way through the crowd, and the fires. Swiftly she fell into place behind him, heeling him, behind his left shoulder, but, given the press of the crowd, much more closely than would normally be the case.

A slave girl's heeling distance is a function of a particular situation, of local circumstances, so to speak.

In an open area a girl will normally heel three to five paces behind, normally on the left. Whereas following on the left, which is usual, may be a simple matter of gratuitous custom, it might also be noted that this arrangement may have a darker origin.

If objects are to be handed to a man, say, a warrior, such as a buckler, or barbed war net, this transfer of articles from the left is not likely to discommode or encumber the most common weapon hand which is, of course, the right.

On the other hand, it is thought that following on the left is generally a position of less dignity, and thus appropriate for animals, including slaves.

A consideration favoring this possibility is that left-handed Goreans will also, commonly, have their sleen, their slaves, and such, follow on the left.

A free woman walks proudly beside a free man or, if the press does not permit this, is often accorded the privilege of preceding him. One of the most humiliating things for a Gorean free woman, after she has been enslaved, other than the loss of her name, is that she must now follow, and neither walk beside nor lead.

After entering with me, she had gone, as was proper, to first obeisance position, beside me, a bit back and to my left.

In this way her presence is not obtrusive, and is unlikely to either distract or encumber him. Also, in this way, he is usually between the slave and other males, possible danger, and such, that she, unarmed and half naked, may be shielded.

This also tends to protect her from free women. Too, of course, the position is one of subordination, and is thus fitting for a slave, and domestic animal.

For example, a domestic sleen is also likely to heel the master, and also on the left. Dutifully the girls fell in behind us, on our left.

The free woman, of course, either walks beside the free man, or precedes him. The slave walks behind, for she is a slave.

She heels on the left, by custom, as most men are right-handed, and their weapon arm is not to be encumbered.

On the other hand, these arrangements are not without value to the slave. In walking behind him, for example, she is protected, sheltered from danger by the wall of his arm and steel.

She had observed other free women, with serving slaves, and so she had me heel her, at the proper distance, on the left, appropriately, head down, but she was not at all strict about my looking about and I frequently did so.

I then, carrying the suls, heeled my Mistress from the market. Much depends on the master, the terrain, the crowding, or such.

I heeled him into the large room, and, when he crouched down, at ease, before the broad dais, I knelt behind him, on his left. I thought of Paula, of course.

She had been purchased in the Curulean, to be a display slave. Only on Gor had I come to realize how beautiful Paula was, with her high intelligence, her passion, her profound slave needs.

He was kind. He must have sensed that I would wish to have a better view of what was to ensue. I placed myself on his left and a bit behind him.

I was a female slave and he was a free man. That is a common heeling position. I did not wish to be beaten. In this way the breasts are lifted nicely, and, given the position of the hands, one has no interference to one's vision, and, similarly, one may, perhaps walking about her, test her for firmness, and for vitality, and such things.

A slave will normally assume such a position on entering the presence of her master or a free person. She will probably remain in it until permitted to rise.

It is a common position, too, for her to assume when she is in attendance of a master, for example, awaiting his notice or commands.

Too, she will usually speak to her master from this position, unless, of course, she is lying down, as in making her reports to him, inquiring as to his will, answering questions, and so on.

Some masters approve it, too, for purposes of general conversation. It is the submissive posture of a slave girl who is to be punished.

It is called Kneeling to the Whip. Piteously she knelt, a slave girl. Her wrists were crossed under her, as though bound, her head was to the floor, the bow of her back was exposed.

I obeyed. I put my head down, and, beneath my body, crossed my wrists, as though they were bound. My back was bowed, ready for whatever punishment he might see fit to administer to me.

Melpomene then, sobbing, knelt, her legs close together, her wrists held crossed under her, as though bound, her head down, touching the floor, the bow of her back exposed, a slave girl awaiting punishment.

I nodded to her to approach me. She did so. I held my left hand open, at my waist. She stiffened, and looked at me, angrily.

I opened and closed my left hand once. I saw her training in Gorean customs had been thorough. But she never thought that such a gesture would be used to her.

She came beside me, and a bit behind me, and, crouching, put her head down, deeply. I fastened my hand in her hair. She winced.

Women are helpless in this position. Swiftly the girl rose to her feet and, half crouching, put her head by my hand. I fastened the fingers of my hand deeply and firmly in her red hair.

She winced, and kissed at my thigh. I then, the goblet of paga in my left hand, her hair in my right, dragged her beside me, her slender chains rustling, to the nearest alcove.

He then straightened up angrily, and, she crying out in pain, jerked her to her feet, and held her beside him, bent over at the waist, her head tight against his hip her head down, facing the floor, she then in leading position.

In a moment, she had been conducted to the side of the fellow in blue. Her small hands were on the wrists of the fellow who held her.

She was whimpering. As she was held, she could only look down, into the straw. She held her head still, extremely still, to avoid more agony, for the guard's hand was tight in her hair.

Then, I in leading position, he had entered the tavern, I stumbling helplessly beside him, so conducted, my hands on his wrist. We looked about, to the kajirae, and saw, standing amongst them, Tyrtaios, the Assassin.

He had pulled one of the kajirae, the former Lady Alexina, to her feet by the hair. He now held her, by the hair, bent over, her head at his left hip, in leading position.

His left hand was tight in my hair and his right hand was doubtless the same in Paula's hair. I winced. Then our heads were thrust down. We were bent over, our heads at his waist.

We were in leading position, one on each side of the master. One is not only helpless in this position, but it is awkward, and humiliating.

In it, one is well reminded one is a slave. I then bent down, and put my head to his left hip. He then took my hair in his hand, and conducted me through certain passages, and then, arresting his journey, he put me to all fours before a small cage, one of several, some already occupied, and opened the gate.

He then released my arms and fastened one hand in my hair, his left hand, and bent my head down to his hip. I was then in Gorean leading position.

In this position, the slightest resistance or recalcitrance on the part of a slave, or even an unintentional failure to exhibit perfect submission, can result in agonizing pain.

One hopes to accommodate oneself as perfectly as possible to the least signal from the captor's grasp, to the least whim or caprice of his will.

Too, one is not only vulnerable and helpless in such a position, but so held, in such awkwardness and humiliation, so amusing to the free, one is well reminded of one's slavery.

She spun from facing him, and lifted her chin, turning her head to the left, placing her wrists behind her, as though for snapping them into slave bracelets.

He then said, very sharply, "Lesha! We lifted our chins, turning our heads to the left, and placed our wrists behind us. We were then braceleted, and our wrists were fastened behind us, as before.

The lesha command is essentially a "leash" command. Placing the hands behind the body facilitates their tying or braceleting.

Lifting the chin facilitates the fixing of the leash. As we were already chained by the neck to the rings on the back of the wagon, and thus, in a sense, were already leashed, the command was essentially one to prepare for a "behind the back" binding of the master's choice.

The turning of the head in a particular direction introduces a uniformity into the command. For example, if a line of slaves were given such a command, it would be unaesthetic if some of the slaves turned one way and some another.

The lifting of the head exposes the throat nicely for its encirclement. That the lifted head is turned to the left has an affinity with a number of other practices, the shackling of the left ankle, or the left wrist, the heeling of a master on the left, and so on.

Instantly I flung my head up, turning it to the left, and, at the same time straightened my body and flung my hands, together, behind my back.

This response is automatic, immediate, and unthinking. I had assumed the position before I had fully realized I had done so.

My hands, together, behind me, were snapped into slave bracelets. It was then uncomfortably high. Then I felt the leash snapped about my throat.

She pressed her lips to my boots, left and right, kissing them, and licking at them. You are silenced.

You may not, even, in language, beg for permission to speak. As when gagged, one whimper will serve for 'yes' and two for 'no'.

Do you understand? I went down to all fours, looked up at him, and whimpered, questioningly. One can do much with noises, expressions, and attitudes of the body.

Does not any pet animal know that? I was now in the modality of the she-sleen. One is denied an upright posture.

One moves on all fours, or squirms on one's belly. One may kneel, but not rise to one's feet. One is denied human speech.

One sound or whimper, as in gag signals, signifies "Yes," and two sounds or whimpers, again, as in gag signals, signifies "No.

And few slave modalities better convince one that one is a slave. It can be terribly frustrating, trying to communicate in this modality, a frustration that is doubtless shared by many pet animals.

Needless to say, as well, one is naked in this modality, as I was; one feeds and drinks from pans, head down, not permitted to use one's hands; and when one is put to use in this modality, it is done as one might expect.

When you were so unpleasant in your office that afternoon, on your former world, I speculated how you would appear in this modality. I am not at all disappointed.

She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide.

It was the position of the pleasure slave. She swiftly knelt, back on her heels, back straight, head high, hands on her thighs, knees wide. The girl struggled to nadu, kneeling back on her heels, her head up, her back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs.

She did not make eye contact with any of the free men, but kept her gaze forward. It is a beautiful position. The girl spread her knees. She was, after all, a collar-girl.

The former Miss Wentworth complied, quickly, docilely, with Tajima's command. She had learned obedience to men, slave obedience, in the stable, at the hands of the grooms.

The slave remained in the adjusted nadu, as directed. It was a common form of nadu, one almost invariably expected of a particular sort of slave, the pleasure slave.

She kept her head down. Commonly, in nadu, the head is up, the gaze straight ahead, that the beauty of her features be displayed, and that she be in a position to better detect the slightest nuances of her master, either in tone or expression, but neither the taverner nor the stranger exacted this small adjustment.

I knelt back on my heels, my body tall, my back straight, my head up, my knees spread. I could not place the palms of my hands down on my thighs, for the restraints.

Immediately we went to nadu, kneeling, back on our heels, our knees well spread, our backs straight, our heads up, the palms of our hands down, on our thighs.

Slaves can be beaten for boldly daring to beg for use in such a way, exposing the delicacy of their palms to the master. Similarly tying the loose bondage knot in her hair may bring discipline.

Many masters do not care for such blatant, piteous behaviors, such insolent boldness, resenting the slave's attempt to appeal to them, to plead for the satisfaction of her needs.

She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm. Instantly Ellen, and her sister slaves, went to first obeisance position, head down to the cement.

She immediately, frightened, dropped to her knees and again put her head down to the sand, the palms of her hands, too, on the sand.

Ellen, the beast having released her hair, went to position, kneeling, knees wide, back straight, head up, hands on thighs.

Ellen wondered if she should have kept her knees closely together, before Mirus, but she had naturally, instantaneously, not even thinking about it, assumed the wide-kneed position.

And then Ellen, tears running down her cheeks, knelt appropriately before the men, as what she was, a Gorean pleasure slave, back on heels, back straight, head up, hands down on thighs, knees widely spread.

He removed the switch from his belt. She regarded the implement disbelievingly. Back on your heels. Spread your knees!

More widely! Straighten your back, place your hands, palms down, on your thighs, lift your head, look straight ahead! And then the switch fell savagely upon her, twice.

She screamed in misery. Wildly, frantically, sobbing, tears streaming from her eyes, in pain, the brunette knelt before Peisistratus, in position, as required.

She complied instantly. Cabot was pleased to note this alacrity. Too, he was pleased to see her in position.

She looked well in position, in the position of a Gorean female slave, indeed, rather, in the position of a Gorean female slave of a particular sort, the Gorean female pleasure slave.

With cries of misery, and sobs, the slaves, or most, went to position. She took the lamp. I drew away blankets, which had not fallen about the slaves.

Peer straight ahead. Shake the hair behind your shoulders. It was pleasant to do so. Palms of your hands down on your thighs, firmly. Feel them there.

She went to position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight her belly in, her shoulders back, her head up the palms of her hands down on her thighs.

One does not break "position" without permission. So, cold, wet, and shivering, miserable, we went to "position," kneeling back on our heels, our backs straight, our heads up looking ahead, our knees spread, as the slaves we were, the palms of our hands down on our thighs.

He had come up behind me, from having brought a small barrel to shore. Then they cried out, "Forgive me, Master!

I was not the only one, it seemed, who had been curious. The side of my neck stung. I had been reminded that a lapse from position, however slight is not acceptable.

Instantly, reflexively, I went to position, kneeling back on my heels, back straight, head up hands palm down on thighs, looking forward, not meeting his eyes, knees spread.

I then rose, as well as I could, back-braceleted, to a kneeling position. The simple command, "Position," unqualified, is commonly understood to have this import.

How one kneels is determined by how one is understood, what sort of slave one is. I knelt with my knees closely together. I was not a pleasure slave.

But, of course, any slave, in a sense, is a pleasure slave. She is a slave. I was back on my heels, my back straight, my head up, my hands braceleted behind me.

As I was not a pleasure slave, I knelt with my knees closely together. I kept my head down, humbly. I lifted my head, but did not dare to meet his eyes.

My knees were closed. Immediately I went to position. As he frowned, I hastened to spread my knees. The girl rose to her feet and went to Kliomenes.

She knelt before him, on the dais, and put her head down. Gently, softly, she licked and kissed his feet. She then rose again to her feet, backed away, and then, on the tiles, again knelt.

She put the palms of her hands on the tiles, and lowered her head to the tiles. Then she straightened up, her back straight, assuming the position of the pleasure slave, though keeping her head bowed, deferentially.

Such collars are common with Kur pets. They are also used from time to time in slave training. Certainly this was a rhetorical question, for she would have learned this position in the pleasure cylinder, and Cabot, himself, in the pleasure cylinder, near Lake Fear, and elsewhere, had put her in it often enough.

It must leave no doubt in the observer's mind as to what sort of slave she is. The palms of her hands are usually down on her thighs, and her head up, but, if she is petitioning caresses, as is not uncommon, the palms are usually up, the backs of the hands on the thighs.

The palms, then, so offered to the master, with their exposed, sweet, sensitive cupping, the backs of the hands down on the thighs, as though bound to them, as though not permitted to leave them without permission, present a sign not difficult to read.

Too, at the same time, the girl's head is usually lowered. This makes clear her humility and need, and how much she is at the mercy of the master, for the least touch.

Sometimes, perhaps in markets, the girl will kneel with her wrists crossed behind her, as though bound, or will have her hands clasped behind the back of her head, or the back of her neck.

This lifts the breasts, nicely. Get your back straight, get your head up. He also, in hand-feeding her, had required that she keep her hands, palms down, firmly, on her thighs.

Put your head to the ground, clasp your hands together, behind the back of your neck. I hastened to obey.

This is a common position for slave rape. Ellen went prone, before him, her hands at the sides of her head. The repetition of a command is often a cause for discipline, and she was well aware of what that might involve.

She was now on her belly before me, her hands at the sides of her head. Instantly I went to the second obeisance position.

I did not wish to be again physically chastised for hesitation in responding to a free man's command. I now lay on my belly, prostrate before him.

My hands were at the sides of my head, palms down. She then, commonly, is not permitted to break this lip position until either she kisses or is kissed.

Needless to say, a girl cannot speak when her lips are in the unbroken, fully-pursed slave-lips position.

The command which commonly follows the "Slave-lips" command is, "Please me. Immediately they both lay down, with a sound of chain. It is not unusual to forbid a rent slave, during her use times, when chained at a stake, to rise even to her knees.

I was prone. When a girl is prone, the standard binding position is to cross the wrists behind the back and to cross the ankles. She would now keep her place, kneeling, as she was, until a free person might permit her to move.

The ritual significance of the gesture of submission was not lost on me; her wrists were offered to me, as if for binding. They knelt before me, back on their heels, head down, arms lifted and extended, wrists crossed as though for binding.

They need not be bound. They need not be collared. They need not even have spoken. The posture of submission itself, assumed by them before me, constituted them my slaves.

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I even have more trample experiences with this girl as she loves to do it. I am in touch with her. I will also share more of my past experiences and new ones whenever I have any.

I have had a few experiences with her. She was a good kid. And always had adorable shoes sneakers and sandals mostly like one summer her parents had me house sit and baby sitting for 2 weeks.

She just turned 13 and admitted that she had a crush on me and during that 2 weeks her parents said that her bedtime was as late as midnight so she stayed up with me.

Most days she spent in her room looking through her shoes and plotting. I wouldn't let her do anything during the daylight hours due to neighbors we would usually sit and watch movies in the early evenings.

The first night she trampled me in her favorite sandals always on the same spot. Right around night 7 she got really bold.

She was supposed to go to bed because it was about 1am. I dosed off shortly after checking on her to make sure she was asleep even though she was not she snuck down to the living room in her chunky sandals yanked my shorts off and proceeded to stomp on my bare crotch in said chunky sandals which woke me up and dispite my protests she kept stomping until climax.

The remaining 7 day were as intense as day 7 only with every pair of shoes she had. To this day I don't think that her parents found out about it.

But I lost contact when I turned 18 and she was allowed to stay home alone. Trample experiences in real life Jan 12, 1 min read. Trampled-By-Her Watch.

By neo0utsider Watch. I'll try to make a topic to create some discussion inside the group and it's members, and not just watching and uploading pics on those galleries As this is a group around trampling, I would like to ask you if you had a tramping experience in real life.

You don't need to go in full detail if you don't want to, this will be a space to share comments freely and only if you feel like doing it.

Have you ever been trampled by a girl? Maybe you are a girl yourself If you never had an experience, would you like to have it?

Hope you like this idea of sharing your experiences! Published: Jan 12, See More by Trampled-By-Her.

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Log In. TrampledGamer Hobbyist Digital Artist. That's actually very cool! That's the tale of a foot lover that actually finds true love xD I'm happy for you, dude!

Well, I had it hard last year when 3 heavy girls I met at a friend's house. He likes trampling too and he has many female friends who enjoy trampling him underfoot.

And he is quite old. I had paid him visit 3 times in the last years and I would like to do more of course. But last year was the first time ever with so heavy women on the top of me for an hour.

One lady weighted over Ib and others about Ib. They walked, stood and up toes to really crush me, which they did.

He sits in the living room on the sofa watching sport on television and me on the floor near the television with these cheeky middle-aged women trampling and dancing on me to the music that comes up now and then on the screen.

They behave like some schoolgirls, giggling about, you know! The only thing is that I hear his moaning and groaning from the heavy trampling he gets from the ladies.

The women were dressed in skirts and two of them used stockings and the last woman was barefooted. I was in the summertime and they also wore warm shoes which gave their feet some powerful scent for us to sniff on when being danced on and a foot came to rest on our faces from time to time and then being trampled hard down the floor.

When we had paused, one of the ladies sit and used my face as a footrest. More inhaling of fragrances of female feet.

Its something special when being trampled with very sweaty feet while supine on the floor and time after time again these sweaty feet trampling your face all over again.

The women are so used on trampling men underfoot. I was very sore over my body afterward and my face felt like burning and I still could smell sweaty female feet too.

I got very tired at last. I really succumb beneath those women and it was wonderful to experience. Like you endured a ton of weight on you plus you were able to "feel" their feet all over your face Thank you!

Yes, one of the heaviest trample I been into. One hour trampling that was and the multi trample I have been through is heavier but the girls are standing for a short time.

It is quite a lot!

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