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I felt the tip of her switch beneath my chin, and, responsive to its pressure, I lifted my head, and then, on all fours, my head up, guided by the switch, by its gentle pressure, first on one side of my face and then the other, I was moved about, faced to the left, and then to the right, and then, again, ahead, being exhibited to those at the low tables, the men cross-legged, the women kneeling, some guests lounging, bemused, on an elbow. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #639)

Could it be that what I had been told was false, that what I had been taught was untrue? Who was I? What was I? I sensed Nora walking about me, and was confident she had in her possession her switch. In a moment I heard a pan placed on the floor near me. I looked up, from all fours. I felt the tip of her switch beneath my chin, and, responsive to its pressure, I lifted my head, and then, on all fours, my head up, guided by the switch, by its gentle pressure, first on one side of my face and then the other, I was moved about, faced to the left, and then to the right, and then, again, ahead, being exhibited to those at the low tables, the men cross-legged, the women kneeling, some guests lounging, bemused, on an elbow. "She is a pretty thing, is she not?" said Nora. There was a generous assent to this, particularly from the young men. Our sorority was quite particular about such things. - (Conspirators of Gor)