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Put your head to the tiles!" She, kneeling, in the outer robe of concealment, in the hood, in the veil, thrust her head down to the tiles. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #177)

Indeed, afterwards, perhaps we will have you accompany our guests to their rooms, seeing to their needs and wants, attending upon them, bringing them fresh linen, bathing them, preparing their couch and, later, naturally, taking your place at its slave ring, a token of the hospitality of the house of William". She kept her head down. "Yes," he cried, angrily, "you will serve well in that house! And, that it may be well recalled who you were, and what you did, you will be suitably named. Put your head to the tiles!" She, kneeling, in the outer robe of concealment, in the hood, in the veil, thrust her head down to the tiles. Her small hands were then up, behind her, high, resting on her back, where the wrists were crossed, tied together. "I name you 'Constanzia'!" he said, angrily. The slave was now named 'Constanzia'. - (Witness of Gor)