Obediently the girl rose to her feet and came and knelt before me
“Come here,” I said.
Obediently the girl rose to her feet and came and knelt before me.
I put out my hands and took her head in my hands.
“My proud Telima,” I said, “my former mistress.”
I looked on her, kneeling barefoot before me, my steel collar locked on her throat, in the scanty, miserable, stained garment of the Kettle Slave.
Raiders of Gor, p. 357