Gorean Commands and Positions

Bracelets

These pictures depicts the slave, kneeling; she may also be standing.

“Bracelets!” snapped Ho-Sorl suddenly, and Phyllis flung her wrists behind her back, threw back her head and turned it to one side, the instantaneous response of a trained girl.
Ho-Sorl laughed.
Tears appeared in Phyllis’ eyes. Her response, automatic, unthinking, had been that of a trained animal. Before she could recover, Ho-sorl had snapped the bracelets on her. He then said, “Leash,” and she looked at him angrily, then lifted her chin. He snapped the leash on her collar.
Meanwhile Virginia had turned her back to Relius, extending her wrists, and he had put bracelets on her; then she turned and faced him, her head still down. “Leash,” said he, quietly. She lifted her head, the chin delicately high. There was a metallic snap and Virginia Kent, the slave girl, had been leashed by Relius, guard in the House of Cernus, Slaver of Ar.
“Do you want leash and bracelets for her?” asked Sura, pointing to Elizabeth.
“Oh yes,” I said. “Yes, of course.”
They were brought. Elizabeth glared at me while I braceleted her, and leashed her. Then, together, we left the House of Cernus, leading our girls.
Outside the House of Cernus, and around the first corner, I took the bracelets and leash from Elizabeth.
“Why did you do that?” asked Ho-Sorl.
“She will be more comfortable,” I said. “Besides,” I said, “she is only Red Silk.”
“He is probably not afraid of her,” said Phyllis pointedly.
“I do not understand,” said Ho-Sorl.
“You may remove the bracelets from me,” said Phyllis. “I will not attack you,” Phyllis turned about and held her braceleted hands to Ho-Sorl, her head irritably in the air.
“Well,” said Ho-Sorl. “I would certainly not want to be attacked.”
Phyllis stamped her foot.
Relius was looking at Virginia, and with his hand he lifted her chin, and for the first time, she met his eyes, with her deep gray, timid eyes. “If I remove the bracelets from you,” said Relius, “you will not attempt to escape, will you?”
“No,” she said, softly, “Master.”
In an instant her bracelets had been removed. “Thank you,” said she, “Master.” The Gorean slave girl addresses all free men as “Master” and all free women as “Mistress.”
Relius looked deeply into her eyes, and she dropped her head.
“Pretty slave,” he said.
Without looking up, she smiled. “Handsome Master,” she said.
I was startled. That seemed rather bold for the timid Virginia Kent.
Relius laughed and set off down the street, giving Virginia a tug that almost pulled her off her feet, and she stumbled and caught up with him, then remembered herself, and followed him, head down, two paces behind, but he gave her another tug and took up the slack in her leash, so that she must walk at his side, and she did so, barefoot, beautiful, and, I think, happy.
Ho-Sorl was speaking to Phyllis. “I will take off the bracelets, but in order that you may attack me if you wish. That might be amusing.”
The bracelets were removed from Phyllis. She rubbed her wrists and stretched in the leash.  ASSASSIN OF GOR; 5; Pages 215-216

“Bracelets,” he said.
She looked at him, with hatred.
“Bracelets,” he snapped.
She put her head in the air and placed her hands behind her back.
Marlenus locked bracelets on her. They were slave bracelets.
“Have you no heavier chains?” she asked.
“Free yourself,” said Marlenus.
The girl struggled, helplessly. In the end she was, of course, as perfectly secured as before.
“They are slave bracelets,” said Marlenus. “They are quite adequate to hold a woman.”
She looked at him with hatred.
“And you, my pretty,” said Marlenus, “are a woman.”
Verna shook with fury, and turned her head away.  HUNTERS OF GOR; 8; Page 146

“Bracelets!” I said in Gorean, harshly.
The girl snapped to position, hands behind the small of her back, head lifted, chin up, turned to the left. In such a posture she may be conveniently put in bracelets, and leashed.  TRIBESMEN OF GOR; 10; Page 78

“What do you have there!” I said.
He had removed a pair of light bracelets, joined by about five inches of light chain, from his pouch.
“Slave bracelets,” be said. “Turn around, facing the door, your hands behind your back.”
Almost numbly I did so. I heard him approach me. Then he stood behind me, quietly, not moving. Perhaps be was looking at me. Then, suddenly, I felt the two bracelets flung about my wrists, striking them, encircling them and snapping shut.
I was suddenly very frightened.
I tried, tentatively, behind my back, to separate my hands.
They could move only to the ends of their short chain.
“You are braceleted,” he said.
I leaned against the door, terrified, almost fainting, using it for support. I was breathing deeply. My heart was pounding. I was braceletedl He was busying himself elsewhere in the room. I do not think he noted my condition.
How helpless I felt, braceleted.
In a moment he had returned to my vicinity, by the door. I now straightened my body. I was struggling to regain my composure.
“You braceleted me easily,” I observed, lightly.
It, is not hard to bracelet a woman,” he said.
It had been done so casually, so expertly, with apparently so little thought. Too, it had seemed to me to happen very suddenly, very decisively. In one instant I was free, and in the next I was held helplessly, the prisoner of bands and a chain. I was still shaken, perhaps even visibly so, with the enormity, of what had been done to me. I had been made helpless.
“You have braceleted other women, haven’t you?” I asked. He had done it so easily, so nonchalantly.
“Yes,” he said. I hated those other women. I tried again to separate my wrists. I could not do so, of course. How short, how strong, seemed the chain that held them in proximity to one another. Suddenly I felt very weak. I, like the other women before me, perhaps women who were mere slaveas, wore the steel of Drusus Rencius.
“We shall leave now,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said. “Oh!” I said. “I did not mean that Forgive me! It slipped out. I did not mean it.”
“Do not worry about it,” he said. “It is difficult for a woman clad as you are, and braceleted, not to think of a man as her master.”
“Thank you, Drusus,” I said. “You are very kind. Such a mistake, as you might imagine, is very embarrassing.”  KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Pages 132-133
 

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