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"Fetch it," he said, "as a whip is fetched!" I crawled to the whip on all fours, and put down my head, and took the long handle, it is made to be held in two hands, just behind the blades, in my teeth, turned about, and returned to him, on all fours, and lifted my head to him, the whip between my teeth. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #826)

"I am before you, on my knees". He howled with rage, and seized up his pack, and from it, to my alarm, drew forth a whip. He hurled it from him, perhaps fifty or more feet. "Fetch it," he said, "as a whip is fetched!" I crawled to the whip on all fours, and put down my head, and took the long handle, it is made to be held in two hands, just behind the blades, in my teeth, turned about, and returned to him, on all fours, and lifted my head to him, the whip between my teeth. When he had taken the whip from me, I knelt, in position, back on heels, back straight, belly in, shoulders back, head up, hands down, palms down, on my thighs, my knees spread, as befitted the sort of slave I had learned I was. "I think," I said, lifting my head to him, "Master cares for a slave". He lifted the whip, and I feared he would strike me. - (Smugglers of Gor)