They finally got to the ‘prime controller’ part of the harnessing; draping a web-work of straps over my head and still-short hair, then adjusting the head harness until it was quite snug and virtually irremovable; made even more so when he snapped the locking buckles closed. The bridle left my face clear of straps, but the rest of my head was thoroughly ensnared. The Eunuch had taken care to fit my heavy golden ear-rings with their locked on identity disks and silver bells through the apertures of the bridle, then one of them picked my bit up from the table and came over to me, holding it up for my inspection before the fitting.
It was a complicated, clinical looking, chromed steel device, with a thick bar between two, large swivelling cheek rings. In the middle, a long, smooth, wide, and
