The usual tether, it might be mentioned, is tied snugly but not tightly. There should be room to place two fingers between the throat and the inside of the tether. Any pressure felt by the prisoner must be felt on the back of the neck. A good Gorean tether constitues no impediment whatsoever to a girl's breathing. An exception is the choke collar which does interfere with a girl's breathing, but only if she is in the least bit recalcitrant. In the cities it is more common to use collars and leashes than tethers, or knotted tethers. The common leash has a snap clip, sometimes a locking one. This snap clip has a variety of uses. It can snap about a link or ring in its own leash, the leash then functioning as a self-contained collar-and-leash device, or about such things, say, as a collar, collar ring or neck bond, perhaps of rope or chain.
"On your feet," I said. The girl stood. I then led her forth from the herd, a sleek, curvaceous animal on her tether, my choice. She hurried behind me, that the slack in the tether not be taken up, as it was a wound, and unknotted tether, that it not tighten on her throat.
"She is pretty, but she is not the best choice," said the first lad.
"Oh?" I said.
"She is a block of ice," he said.
"I saw her twice, in the village," I said, "once in the entry of your band into the camp, and then, again, a day or so later. She seemed of interest."
"We send them into the villages, upon occasion, some of the," said the first lad, "to work, if there is a call for them, or to deliver roots and berries which they have gathered to the women. Too, of course, they are useful in twisting grass for tinder and gathereing wood and kailiauk chips for fuel. These things, then, too, they must deliver to the villages."
"Surely some are sent in occasionally for wench sport," I said.
"Sometimes we deliver a string of five or six into the camp for that purpose," said the first lad.
"Does this wench," I asked, indicating the girl on my tether, "often occupy a place in such a string?"
"No," laughed one of the lads.
"She is a block of ice," said the first lad.
"Choose another," invited one of the lads.
"How long may I keep her?" I asked.
"Until sundown," said the first lad. "She must then be put with the others."
I glanced at the slender ankles of my charge. I thought they would look well in close-fitting leather hobbles, twist hobbles, knkotted on the outside of the left ankle, which she, her hands bound behind her back, would be unable to remove. Such hobbles are also used, of course, for the two frong legs of kaiila.
"My thanks, lads!" I said. "You have been very helpful!"
I then led the girl from the vicinity of the herd, to a place I had picked out, in the shelter of some trees, near a small stream.
I had glanced back once. The lads exchanged waves. Several of the women in the herd, I had noted, had seemed quite pleased to see the blonde being led away on my tether. I gathered that she was an arrogant, proud girl, and not popular with her fellows. From what I knew of her, I did not find this surprising.
"Here we are," I said, entering among the trees.
In a moment I had tied her tether about a branch. I looked about myself.
A parfleche, containing some food, hung in one of the branches. I had placed it there earlier. With it, too, I had placed a large hide, rolled. That hide I now unrolled and spread, carefully, on the grass. The small hide, that in which the quirt had been wrapped, I dropped to one side. "That hide," I said, indicating the smaller hide, "is about the size of a Tahari submission mat."
I looked at the girl.
"You may kneel," I said.
She knelt, her tether looping gracefully up to the branch about which I had fastened it.
"I see that you speak Gorean," I said. That pleased me for it was much easier for me than the complexities of Kaiila. She did not respond.
"Spread your knees, widely," I said.
She did so.
I regarded her. In this place, until sundown, she was mine.
"In the herd," I said, "you attempted to conceal yourself from me."
She looked away, angrily.
"You seem very quiet," I said. "Perhaps your tongue has been removed, or slit, for insolence." I went to her and held her head back, my hand in her hair. "Open your mouth," I said. She did so. "No," I said. "That is not the case."
She made an angry noise.
"At least you are capable of sound," I said.
She tossed her head.
I then walked about her. "Your curves," I said, "suggest that you do not need to be a block of ice. They suggest that you are capable of responding as a hormonally normal woman. I see that you are not branded."
I then crouched before her and touched the side of her neck. She pulled away, angrily.
This gesture displeased me. The slave must welcome the touch of a man. Indeed, she must even beg for it.
Angrily I drew the quirt from my belt. She eyed it, fearfully. She shook her head. She uttered tiny, protesting, begging noises. She lifted her head, turning her head so that the side of her neck faced me, that I might touch it, if it pleased me.
"Ah," I said, "of course. You are a herd girl. You may not use human speech without permission." I had taken it for granted, mistakenly, as it had turned out, that the prohibition against human speech imposed on the herd girl would cease to obtain when, say, as in the present context, she had clearly been removed from the vicinity of the herd. I understood now that was not the case. This made sense, of course. One would not expect human speech from a she-kaiila, for example, even if she were not in her herd. Too, I now had a much clearer notion of the effectiveness of the discipline under which the red masters kept their white beauties.
She nodded her head, vigorously.
"i wonder if I should give you permission to use human speech," I mused. "Perhaps, rather, I should feed, train and use you as a mere curvaceous brute, not bothering to complicate our relationship by according you human speech."
She made piteous noises.
"It has been a long time since you were permitted to speak, hasn't it?" I said.
She nodded.
"Do you wish to be permitted to speak?" I asked.
She nodded, anxiously.
"Do you beg it?" I asked.
She nodded, desperately.
"Very well," I said. "You may speak." I usually permitted my slaves to speak. Sometimes, however, when it pleased me, I had them serve me mutely, as only delicious beasts. Only one or two slaves had I never permitted to speak in my presence, and those I had, later, sold off.
"That is good," she said, "to be able to speak!"
"You may thank me," I informed her.
"I do not wish to do so," she said.
"The permission accorded," I said, "may as readily be withdrawn."
"Thank you," she said. It pleased me to obtain this small amount of courtesy, this conciliatory token, from this woman.
"Thank you-what?" I asked.
"You are a slave!" she said. "You wear a collar!"
"Thank you-what?" I asked.
She was silent.
"Are you familiar with the quirt?" I asked.
"Thank you, Master," she said, quickly. "Yes, Master!"
"I see you have felt it," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Do you know what you are doing here?" I asked.
"You are going to use me," she said, "one or more times. Then you will return me to the herd. I am ready. Let us get on with it."
I regarded her.