The slave rose to her feet and hurried after him
The slave rose to her feet and hurried after him, to heel him. More than one man touched her, and as a slave may be touched, as she moved through them, hurrying to catch up with her master.
I saw that she was a hot slave, and one who would be, whether she wished it or not, uncontrollable, helplessly responsive, in a man’s arms. Then she was with her master, seeming to heel him, but yet so close to him that she touched him, brushing against him. I had little doubt that she would soon be lengthily used, ravished with all the attention, detail and patience with which Gorean masters are wont to exploit their helpless chattels.
Magicians of Gor, p. 90