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Later I wished that I had had binding fiber to lash her so innocently proffered wrists. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #77)

What was it she thought I was waiting for? 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, the wrists crossed. It was the same simple ceremony that Sana had performed before me in the chamber of my father, back at Ko-ro-ba—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". Later I wished that I had had binding fiber to lash her so innocently proffered wrists. 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". I then lifted her gently to her feet. I led her by the hand toward Nar, helped her to the glossy, hairy back of the spider, and climbed up after her. - (Tarnsman of Gor)