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"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. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #429)

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. And only then were the loops of leather string removed from her sweating wrists, only after her wrists had been securely enclosed in slave bracelets. - (Prize of Gor)