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My feet, then, had been well chained, and my hands, too, had been well chained, and a few inches from my sides. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #183)

She then walked about the bottom of the couch and, taking my right wrist, locked it on a manacle, at my right side. She then went about the head of the couch and, taking my left wrist, enclosed it, too, in a manacle, at my left side, which she then snapped shut. My left wrist was pulled further then to the left, as she adjusted the chain on the left manacle, fixing the length of its play by a snap ring thrust through a link and about the couch ring. My feet, then, had been well chained, and my hands, too, had been well chained, and a few inches from my sides. She had done these things with the same habitual routine, the same lack of attention and concern, with which she might have hung up a piece of wearing apparel or replaced a comb and brush on a vanity. "Do you remember me, Jason?" she asked. "I think so, Mistress," I said. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)