Gorean Commands and Positions

High-Harness

“Leash her,” he said.
The fellow who had come in, responding to the summons of the small bell, snapped one end of a long slave leash on Boabissia’s throat. The leash is long to permit it being used in a variety of ways, for example, for binding the female or, looped, or loose, for giving her the encouragement of the whistling leather, or, if desired, the administration of more serious lash discipline. She looked up, frightened, knowing herself leashed, and on such a leash. Her eyes met those of the owner of the office.
“You came here,” he said, “seeking to find out who you were. I trust you now know. Similarly, you came here to find riches, to seek your fortune. I trust you are now satisfied with the riches you have found, slave bracelets and a leash, though, to be sure, they are not yours, and with your fortune, that which so avidly sought, which proves to be total bondage.”
“Please,” she wept, suddenly. “I did not know!”
“How demanding, how preemptory, and arrogant, and suspicious, you were,” he mused.
“I am sorry,” she said. “Forgive me, I beg you!”
“How insistent you were,” he said.
“Forgive me,” she said.
“How fearful you were,” he said, “that you might not receive your dues, your just deserts.”
“Forgive me!” she begged.
“Lift your head,” he said. “Higher. Higher!” She looked up at him, her head far back, the leash on her throat.
“I think I promised you that you would receive exactly what you deserved, exactly what you had coming.”
“Please,” she said, trembling naked before a master.
“You will receive exactly what you deserve,” he said, “and then even more. And you will get, my dear, not only exactly what you have coming, but that, I assure you, and then a thousand times more.”
“Mercy, please,” she begged, in her helplessness.
“And then,” he said, “you will be sold.”
“Please, no,” she wept.
“It is amusing,” he said, “that you held slaves in such great contempt, and treated them with such cruelty, for such is what you were all the time, and as such, revealed, in your full truth, you will now live.”
She sobbed, helplessly.
“It is interesting,” said the fellow, looking down at the distraught beauty, kneeling before us, almost beside herself with confusion and fear. “I have not seen this female since she was an infant. I remember tying the slave disk, with her number on it, about her tiny neck, opening her blankets that she might be exposed to me while doing so. Now, look at her, a beautifully developed, superbly desirable female slave.”
“She is indeed beautiful, and desirable,” I said. I had never seen Boabissia look so lovely. To be sure, I had not before seen her truly was what she was, a slave. Slavery, putting a woman in her place in nature, returning her to where she belongs, considerably increases her beauty.
“Who would of thought,” he said, “that that infant I bought for only three tarsk bits would have grown into something this marvelous. I am sure that I will be able to get at least two silver tarsks for her.”
“Doubtless,” I said.
“An excellent investment,” he said.
“I agree,” I said.
“You need not now keep your head in high-harness position,” he said to the girl.
She moved her head. He stepped back a bit. She looked at him, frightened, his.  MERCENARIES OF GOR; 21; Pages 309-309
 

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those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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