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Slowly, head down, she crawled to him, and then, after crawling up the steps of the dais, she lifted her head to him. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #221)

She went to her hands and knees, and, putting down her head, picked the whip up, delicately, in her teeth. She looked up at him, the whip between her teeth. He motioned that she should bring it to him. Slowly, head down, she crawled to him, and then, after crawling up the steps of the dais, she lifted her head to him. He took the whip from her and held it before her. Obediently, delicately, she began to lick and kiss the whip. There were the gentle kisses, some prolonged, some as light and quick as the shiftings of sunlight and shadow among stirring leaves, some as bright and unexpected as the pattering of momentary, shimmering drops of rain, some as tender as the falling of the petal of a flower, and the other kisses, the swirling, begging, meaningful kisses, the kisses almost beside themselves, uncontrollable, and the petitionary kisses, reluctant to draw away from the shaft; and there were the movements of the tongue, the tiny dartings, the teasings, the supplications, the tastings, the long, and the short, and the circular caresses, the placatory caresses, the caresses of yearning, and begging and total submission; and she moved her hair about the whip, and thrust the side of her face lovingly against it, rubbing against it, and then looked up, tears in her eyes, at her master. - (Prize of Gor)