I was then naked, except for the belly chain.
I was then naked, except for the belly chain. Its links were heavy. Whereas it is sometimes possible for a male to slip such a chain, because of his straight hips, they stay well on females. About our waists, between the flaring of our hips and the swelling of our bosoms, they find a natural, lovely and secure mounting.
This chain was locked on me with a heavy padlock, from the back. In the front, linked to the chain, and dangling down from it, over my lower belly, was a heavy, medallionlike metal disk.
On this disk, so that it could be read from the front, was a large, cursive “Kef,” for “Kajira,” a larger version of the same letter adorning my thigh.
Dancer of Gor, p. 296