"The sound was tiny, rich, sensuous. They were slave bells. They would draw men to my body. I moved slightly. I felt them stir on my body and on the loops that held them. So slight a movement made them sound."
Kajira of Gor, page 84

"I could hear the jewelry on me, the tiny sounds of the skirt. Bells, too, marked these movements. I was belled. These I had fastened, in three lines, they fastened on a single thong, about my left ankle. Men, I sensed, somehow, would relish an ornamented woman, perhaps even one who was shamefully belled."
Dancer of Gor, page 25.

She wore bells locked on both wrists, and on both ankles, thick cuffs and anklets, each with a double line of bells, fastened by steel and key. She wore the Turian collar, rather than the common slave collar. The Turian collar lies loosely on the girl, a round ring; it fits so loosely that, when grasped in a man’s fist, the girl can turn within it; the common Gorean collar, on the other hand, is a flat, snugly fitting steel band. Both collars lock in the back, behind the girl’s neck. The Turian collar is more difficult to engrave, but it, like the flat collar, will bear some legend assuring that the girl, if found, will be promptly returned to her master. Bells had also been afflicted to her collar.
"She is Turian?" I asked.
"Of course," said Kamchak.
"In the cities," I said, "only Pleasure Slaves are so belled, and then customarily for the dance."
"Her master," said Kamchak, "does not trust her."
In his simple statement I then understood the meaning of her condition. She would be allowed no garments, that she might not be able to conceal a weapon; the bells would mark each of her movements.
"At night," said Kamchak, "she is chained under the wagon."
The girl had now disappeared.
"Turian girls are proud," said Kamchak. "Thus, they make excellent slaves."
What he said did not surprise me. The Gorean master, commonly, likes a spirited girl, one who fights the whip and collar, resisting until at last, perhaps months later, she is overwhelmed and must acknowledge herself his, utterly and without reservation, then fearing only that he might tire of her and sell her to another.
"In time," said Kamchak, "she will beg for the rag of a slave."
Nomads of Gor, page 29

"Why have you not moved your left ankle?" asked Sucha.
"The bells," I whispered.
"What of them?" asked Sucha.
"They shame me," I said. "They make me feel so much a slave."
"Excellent," said Sucha. Then she snapped, "Rise, Slave Girl!"
I leaped to my feet with a jangle of bells. I was a belled slave.
"Walk to one end of the room and back," said Sucha.
"Please, no Mistress!" I begged. She lifted the whip. I did as she commanded. When I again stood before her she, to my dismay, touched me.
I turned my head away, biting my lip in shame.
"Excellent," she said. "A mere jangle of slave bells and you are ready for the arms of a man."
"Please, Mistress," I begged.
"You are a hot little slut," she said. "Kneel before the mirror."
I did so.
"There are one hundred and eleven basic shades of slave lipstick," said Sucha. "Much depends on the mood of the master."
"Yes, Mistress," I said
Slave Girl of Gor, pages 260-261