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"Would you like to be front-braceleted or back-braceleted?" he asked. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #428)

"Position," said he, and she, whimpering, went as much to position as her bound wrists permitted her. Would he not allow her even that much modesty, that much relief? "Would you like to be braceleted?" he asked. "Yes, Master," she said, pulling at the tight loops of leather string that bound her wrists, hot and sweating, the one to the other. "Would you like to be front-braceleted or back-braceleted?" he asked. "Assuredly, Master," she said, "front-braceleted!" She felt his fingers forcibly widen a space between the loops of leather string that held her wrists behind her. Then, against the exposed flesh, between the loops, she felt metal, pressing closely, the opened curves of slave bracelets. Then the devices snapped shut about her wrists, closely, snugly, and she was braceleted, back-braceleted. - (Prize of Gor)