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The lights in the apartment were off. Only a faint blue haze from the glow of the computer screen dimly illuminated the room. It shone on the face of the young lady in front of it, making it appear pale, ghostly. Jennifer was hunkered over the screen reading the description of the item she had found on eBay. Her heart thudded at a trip hammer pace, her breath caught in her chest. It read
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Modified Tollyboy Female Chastity Belt
Item #34034884
She followed the link. Click
It took her to the seller's page. The description was detailed. The device had been modified to prevent the wearer from cutting the device off her body by reinforcing the band with more steel and welding a rounded and fairly thick steel bar from the waistband in back to the shield. A modified high security barrel lock was included. Unlike the more common barrel locks that are provided with belts like Tollyboy, this lock allowed you to just pop it over the post and, "Presto" it was locked. You didn’t have to screw this one on so you could give your key to your KH and put the belt on at any time.
The description went on to say that it was a one of a kind belt. The seller was parting with it due to unfortunate personal circumstances and therefore was forced to sell it with a very low reserve price, which was not mentioned in the description.
The seller also assured that the belt was so secure that there was absolutely no way to get it off without the key once you locked it on.
The seller encouraged all to bid with confidence. "Strap yourself and have some real fun." She closed.
For years Jennifer had fantasized about being locked in a chastity belt. For the longest time she was completely unaware that modern chastity belts even existed. She had convinced herself that this was as fetish she was born too late to fulfill. But with the advent of the information age, she discovered happily, that chastity belts did indeed exist.
But they were all custom built. The good ones were anyway. And because of her shyness she had never had the courage to ask any of the men she had had relationships with to indulge her fantasy. She was forever concerned what they would have thought. Ridicule had always been a bitter pill for her to swallow.
So for years she lived with her unrealized fantasy. But now, perhaps she had a chance to experience what it was she wanted desperately to feel. It would be her little secret. Moist warmth began to spread in her crotch and her nipples began to stiffen. There was only about four minutes left in the bidding.
She had tried to self-measure herself on several occasions and the sizes listed seemed to very closely match the ones she came up with on her own. There was also a return policy of ten days if the belt did not fit comfortably. It was decided. She scrolled down the page to the bidder text box.
The bidding was up to $185.70. She knew she had about $800 in her checking account. She reached for the keyboard and then hesitated. Then she typed the first number…
6
Then the next…
5
then the numbers just came… 6.77
She finished the bidding process by entering her user name and password.
The confirmation screen came back after a few seconds.
"Congratulations! You are the high bidder on item #34034884, Modified Tollyboy Female Chastity Belt. The current bid price for this item is $637.55 your maximum bid…"
Her heart was pounding so hard she thought she was going to have a heart attack! She worked the refresh button on her browser watching the timer on the page countdown until at last the message displayed said "Bidding Is Closed For This Item" and her user ID was still displayed on the screen.
A shuddering breath coursed through her body and she could feel herself getting terribly wet. She had won! She was going get to wear a chastity belt at long last and she wouldn't have to tell anyone about it! She was excited beyond words.
That night she masturbated for an hour, aroused by the idea that she was going to lock herself in a chastity belt. She had no current boyfriend so there would be nothing to hide there. She could lock it on herself and go out on the weekends and take the belt off when she got home. Once she built up courage, she could even try wearing it into work from time to time.
The next morning she stopped by the grocery store and bought a money order for payment as had been requested by the seller of the belt. She resolved herself to try to calmly wait for the belt to arrive.
In the two weeks that followed, she constantly thought about the belt that would soon arrive. Her career suffered and the people at the office and felt that one of two possibilities was at work here. One, Jennifer, who was a very pretty girl of 29 years, was in love or two; she had started taking drugs!
Both conditions seem to have the same symptoms, distraction, loss of appetite, dreamy eyed appearance, sweaty palms, loss of concentration and an unwillingness to talk about the issue at hand.
A total of three weeks passed. The day the belt arrived Jennifer received a stern warning about her performance at work. She had been able to think of nothing since winning it and with each passing day it was got harder to keep her mind off of it with the thing so much closer now. When she got home she was depressed about the admonition she had received from her supervisor. It hadn't been bad, but Jennifer was not the kind of person that needed to be told what her job was or how to do it.
"I’m going to give you the weekend to decide whether this job is important to you or not. If not, do us both a favor and find something you really want to do, Ok Jenny? I don’t want to fire you. But I can’t keep you, and pay you if you won’t do what we’re paying you for."
"I’m sorry, Rachel. I’ve got some problems at home. I’ll work them out and Monday you’ll see change. I promise."
"Then we’ll leave it at that for now, Jenny. I hope we can keep working together. You’re good at what you do. But three weeks of this is about all we can afford to let go without a warning. New you on Monday Ok?" Rachel had insisted.
"New me, I promise." Jennifer agreed.
When she arrived home and mounted the stairs she found a box on her doorstep. Surprised, she had temporarily forgotten about the belts imminent arrival. With the warning at work, she had forgotten, for the first time since winning it, about the delivery of the belt. It wasn’t until she picked up the box and shook it that she realized what must be in the box.
It’s here! Oh God it’s here.
Her hands were shaking so badly; it took here nearly two minutes to unlock the door. When she did get it open she kicked it wide and burst inside. She tossed her purse into the corner of the hall and ripped open the top of the box.
Inside the box was the belt, it shone like a newly polished mirror. She lifted it out and it came out in nearly one piece. It was rigid. The crotch shield was wielded to the left half of the waistband the right half of the band was open at the middle. She could see that all one had to do was to slip into it and pull the right half of the band over the locking post and put the lock on.
On the band was a circular sheath about a half an inch deep where the high security lock would go. In the center of this was a metal post with a point on it and a hold drilled into that. Obviously where the lock attached and held the pieces together.
The crotch shield was attached at the bottom to thick curved and rounded rod of steel where the chains met. And the chains had also been welded to the shield for added strength. It was clear that the bar went between the cleft of the ass. She though that going to the bathroom would be difficult and messy but not impossible. More over, she had no intention of leaving on when she needed to poop anyway. But if necessary, it appeared as though it could be accomplished.
The waistband itself looked different in some ways from the pictures she had seen previously of Tollyboy belts. This band seemed wider and thicker. There were no d-rings on this belt. In the back at he point were the chains attached, they disappeared into the band rather than being attached on the surface. Almost sandwiched it seemed inside the band.
At the bottom of the box was the lock button. About an inch and a half wide, it looked as though you could just slip it over the post and it would lock.
She lifted it out and examined it. In the back was a hole. Presumably the post went into that. Inside, she could see another metal bar going across the opening of the hole. An internal hasp?
She looked inside the box and saw and envelope. On it was written the words, "Read this about your keys first". Jenny assumed that the keys and the instructions for using them were inside. She turned her attention back to the chastity belt in her hand.
Jenny ran her hand along the inside of the shield. Her fingers could feel the small holes drilled there to allow the passage of urine. There was no secondary shield. The main shield had no characteristic slit for her labia to stick through. Her knees shook and she felt as though she might faint. She envisioned herself locked behind this plate of steel. She rubbed the heel of her hand on the outside of the shield, as she did she started to pant heavily.
She could stand the suspense no longer!
She dropped her skirt on the spot. Without removing her hose or panties she slipped her legs in to the belt and drew it up. It was a tight fit and she was worried at first that she would not be able to get it over her hips. The increased thickness of the band made it hard to pry open and slip into. She was starting to pout. Having set herself up for the rush of a lifetime only to find that the belt didn’t fit after all. But suddenly the whole thing gave and was over her crotch. The bar in back pressed her hose and panty into the cleavage of her butt and the chains drew tight.
Her heart was heaving and her breath was almost non-existent.
She tried to bring the two halves of the belt together and realized that she would have to draw the belt up higher making a much tighter fit in the crotch. She wriggled herself down into it as she pulled up on the waistband. The chains in back pressed rigidly against her rear and became taught from the force of tension from the shield and waistband. She felt he bar draw up further between the cleft of her rear end. She brought the two halves of the band together and they fit tightly but perfectly together. She quickly grabbed the lock of the table and slammed it over the post and allowed to sink into the thick sheath.
SNAP!
The effect was immediate. She was locked in!
"Oh My!" she cried trying to remove the belt by pushing on the waistband. It refused to move.
She tried to touch herself but was met by unyielding steel.
Her juices were released in a huge gushing flow. Her knees buckled at the feeling. She was in a chastity belt! She wanted desperately to masturbate. She ran her and over and over the shield searching for a way past it. It was as wide as the gap between her legs and the edges of the shield ran from the inside of one thigh to the other. Her sex was completely covered with steel.
The plate over her crotch was impossibly tight. She weakly hobbled to the couch, her knees unstable with excitement and she flopped down on the couch. Placing her feet on the couch and lifting her rear end up she shoved again on the waistband testing its resolve. Nothing!
"I’d better be careful not to misplace those keys". She thought. "I could be in quite a bit of trouble with out them".
Satisfied and now even more greatly excited that she was stuck, she snaked her fingers around the shield of the belt searching for a way to get underneath it. But the shield was pressed too tightly against her skin and pubic bone to get under it. As a last ditch effort to get some stimulation she grabbed the shield with both hands and pulled it up tighter, But to no avail. What little feeling she got was not enough to satisfy. The belt was going to have to come off if she was going to do this right. She could put it back on later, after a shower, and spend the evening in it getting used to it.
But now she was excited and hot, she wanted relief badly. She could play with the whole chastity experience later; right now she wanted to cum.
She swung her legs around sat up on the edge of the couch breathing hard. The pressure in her groin from the tight belt she was locked into was very evident and she ran her hand, again, over the steel that had her encased.
"Ok, time… to get… this thing… off!" she said out of breath and a smile touched her lips.
She made her way back to the dinning room table where the box the belt had come in was standing open.
She sunk her hand into the box for the envelope marked "Read this about your keys first", grabbed it. It felt light, it didn’t not have any weight to it. Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers pressed against the sides searching for the familiar feel of metal keys inside. Finally, she tore it open and dumped the contents on to the table. Nothing came out! Jenny ripped the rest of the envelope open and found inside a small piece of paper. On the paper was a hand written note. Her eyes nearly popped out and rolled around on the floor at the news that was written there.
"Dear Jennifer,
Please be aware that I DO NOT have the keys to this belt. They belong to my ex-husband and he refuses to allow me to have them. This, unfortunately, is part of a previous arrangement that I agreed to. He agreed to purchase the belt and give it to me as a gift. But he would forever retain ownership of the keys since he paid the money for the belt.
You will have to have a new lock made for the belt. The address of the man who made the original lock is at the bottom of this note.
DO NOT lock the current lock on to the belt. There will be no way for you to get it back off!
At first Jennifer didn’t know what she was looking at. There weren’t any keys? She looked back inside the envelope looking to see if perhaps the keys were still stuck there. It was empty.
It took a minute for the information to process.
She grabbed the waistband and tried to remove the belt. She struggled with the lock but it was tight and snug.
"Where the hell are the keys?" she cried. "Oh my God!"
She tore the box apart.
No keys.
She raced into the bathroom to examine the belt more closely in the mirror, as she couldn’t see it closely from her current vantagepoint.
She was close to panic. Why the hell hadn’t she tested the lock first before putting it on? Why wouldn’t this person have told the bidders about this when she sold it?
In the mirror, she could see that the lock button was recessed snuggly into a circular well that prevented a person from slipping a hacksaw blade between the belts waistband and the lock. The waistband, although snug was not binding, but her hips were going to be the problem in slipping it off, they were clearly too wide to allow the belt’s band to pass over them.
She argued with the belt in front of the mirror too see if perhaps there was a weakness in the configuration she hadn’t noticed before from above, but her chaperone from hell had a grip on her that it wasn’t going to release with out the proper equipment.
"Please…. Oh God Please…. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE" she chanted, sobbing as she struggled with the belt.
"I can not believe this!" she said with the fear in her voice beginning to bleed trough.
She tried everything she could think of to get the belt off after that but it wasn’t going anywhere.
She wiped the tears that had escaped from her eyes and were now clinging to her cheeks and with an effort she forced herself to calmly think of her options. And those were to A) stay locked in the belt or B) stay locked in the belt. There was of course the last resort option of staying locked in the belt! Her mind kept reminding her that she should have checked to see if the keys were in the box.
After some serious thought she logged onto her ISP and hit the eBay sight. She looked up her last few purchases and found the page that was posted for the belt. On that page was the E-mail address of the seller.
She clicked on the link provided and wrote the now former owner of the belt. As she wrote she had to force herself to be steady and calm.
Jennifer wrote…
Hi,
I just received the belt I bought from you on eBay. I’m very pleased with the quality of the belt. However, there were no keys included in the shipment you provided.
This presents a problem, as I will not be able to use the belt until keys are provided.
Thanks, in advance for your prompt attention in this matter
Jennifer Schofield
Jenny did not want to mention that she had not checked for the keys before locking the belt on.
She clicked the send button.
For the next three hours she checked her mail every ten minutes. Time passed with a slowness she had previously been unaware was possible. But locked in her belt the way she was, she was now rapidly becoming aware of the passage of each second she was forced to remain in this device without the knowledge of when she might be able to get it back off.
After some time she began to think that she was going to have until the next day to get an answer. But when she logged on the last time she found a reply.
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" she whispered to an unseen deity.
Dear Jennifer,
I’m glad the belt arrived in good order. I’m sorry about the situation with the keys. But it is the very reason I was forced to part with the belt.
"Oh no!" Jennifer whispered, and read on.
The keys are in the possession of my ex-husband. He refused to even let me out of my belt after I decided I wanted a separation. I had to threaten to get a lawyer to force him to unlock it and let me out. My original intent was to gain ownership of the keys so I could continue to use my belt. But because of a contract I signed at the time my belt was purchased, my husband got ownership of the keys and I got the belt. Since I really didn’t want this kind of thing coming out in public, I never actually legally challenged him for the keys.
He was able to remain in control of them, so I decided to sell the belt. But you probably already know this from the note in the envelope I labeled "Keys" in the box.
"I’ll contact my ex and see if perhaps, now that I no longer own the belt, he will give you the keys. Just remember DON’T put the belt on until you can either get a replacement lock for the belt or I can get you the keys.
Once that happens, have fun.
I’ll be in touch in a day or two if he’s in a good mood. Maybe longer if he’s typically being a jerk.
Karen
"CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!" Jennifer shouted, "I can not believe this! I can not be trapped." Her hand went instinctively to the waistband of her steel garment and shoved down, but she only wound up hurting her hips.
"A couple of days." She muttered as she read the last line over again. It was only now occurring to her that she was still going to be locked in this thing for quite some time to come. Even if Karen reached her ex-husband and got the keys tomorrow, it would still take a few days or at worst a week for them to get here in the regular mail. She would have to try to catch Karen before she popped the keys in the mail and convince her to over night the keys.
A thought came on her, "Oh shit! If I can’t get those keys before Sunday night, I’m going to have to go to work in this thing." The dawning horror of what she had done now brought panic raging from the depth of stomach and it bubbled out like an erupting volcano.
She quickly shot an email back to Karen.
Dear Karen,
Too late!
I’m embarrassed to say so, but I indeed locked the belt on before checking for the keys. I’m now faced with the bleak proposition of having to go to work Monday locked in this belt. I would appreciate any help or advice you could lend me on removing this belt as soon as possible.
Please contact your ex-husband as soon as you can and get back to me with all haste. I will be forever in your debt.
Jennifer
She shot the e-mail out just as another email from Karen was delivered.
"Yeeeessss!" Jenny hissed as she opened the new communication from Karen.
"Dear Jennifer,
I’m very sorry but my husband has refused my request for the keys. He does not believe that I have sold the belt even though I had him hit the old eBay page as proof.
He thinks I’m trying to trick him out of the keys so I can continue to use the belt. A belt, he is more than happy to point out, that after it’s modifications he spent nearly $2,500 on. He told me he would sell me the keys for $3,500 so I told him to go screw himself. I know you can have another lock made or ordered for that belt and I told him so. I think it’s the last we’ll hear from him on the issue
I’m very sorry I didn’t make this clearer in my ad for the belt.
If you are unhappy, I’ll be more than happy to refund a portion of the purchase price you can use towards the purchase of a new lock. Or you can return the belt for a full refund.
Let me know if you want to take me up on my offer. Take care!
Karen."
The tears were coming again now. How in the hell was she going to get this damned belt off? Suddenly another "You’ve Got Mail!" and she saw it was a reply to the e-mail she had just sent.
"Dear God Jennifer, why didn’t you tell me? I would never have spoken to Jimmy so rudely if I had known that you were in the belt now. I just tried to call him but he’s not answering his phone. I’ll keep trying and work on him to get you those keys.
I’ll be in touch.
Karen
P.S. If you want you can send me your phone number. We might get more accomplished that way. Mine is 904.23………
K."
Jennifer did send her the phone number and then logged off.
Her panic was now very high, but she was resolved to getting out of her belt. There had to be a way.
She sat, still dressed only in her belt and under that her panties and hose. She was struck by the need to pee. She went to the bathroom and instinctively reached for her waist to remove her undergarments. She was still wearing her hose and underwear under the belt.
"Oh!" she declared with a surprise
She tugged and pulled at her trapped underwear, but it did no good, they were stuck beneath the belt. She went to the nightstand and took out a small pair of scissors and cut down the side of her panties and hose. And with a good deal more effort she was able to pull the crotch of her panties and hose out from beneath the belt and clip them from both sides. She was now able to pull her ruined under garments out the other side.
Now for the first time, she could feel the restrictive steel locked over her sex.
How in the hell am I going to go to the bathroom with this thing on me?
It was a question that was going to have to be answered quickly! She needed to go now.
In the bathroom she sat on the seat. The metal chains on her cheeks rattled and scraped on the plastic of the seat. With a conscious effort she tried to force herself to empty her bladder. It was harder than she thought it was going to be. It felt strange to try to pee when she was still clearly wearing something.
"Come on! Let go." She wanted to pee badly. It was beginning to hurt.
"Arrrgggghhh!" she cried, exasperated. She then took a relaxing breath and at last the flow started. But it was messy. The urine flowed all round the shield and dripped around her legs. It felt like she was peeing in her clothes. It was gross. When she went to wipe, she couldn’t dry herself completely. After she had gotten as dry as she could manage, she left the bathroom and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she passed. There was now nothing between her the belt. Like wise, the belt was now between her and everything else. The effect was terribly erotic. She could see just how snug the entire contraption was as it pressed into her flesh and her heart sunk. It was just too tight to be able to slip out of. The pressure from the band, chains and shield were becoming a constant reminder of what she had done.
RING… RING… RING!
She raced to the phone hoping it might be Karen on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Yes, I'm looking for Jennifer Scho…" Jenny interrupted her.
"Yes, I'm Jen… I mean, speaking."
"Hi Jenny, this is Karen!" she sounded sympathetic. She didn't want to hear sympathy, she wanted to hear encouraging things like Hey, I got the key girlfriend! "I feel so bad. ", Oh God no! Don't say you feel bad. "I wish I had done a better job of making sure you understood that the keys weren't there."
"Me too!" Jennifer said and then added, "But I should have checked the envelope. It did say read this first after all. But it's too late for that now. I have to try to get this thing off now. Any ideas?"
"I spoke with Jerry again before I called. I apologized for being rude to him. But the effect was the same. He doesn't believe me. He thinks I want the key for myself."
"Karen, I can't keep wearing this thing." Pleaded Jenny.
"That's the one thing, right now, you don't have any choice in." Karen reminded Jennifer.
"Shit! I've got to get this thing off."
"Look, he's mad at me. He thinks I'm lying to him. Maybe if you call him you can convince him. I'll give you both his home and office number. I'm afraid that if I call him again, he'll do something rash."
Karen gave Jennifer the numbers and again apologized for not being more specific about what not to do with the belt. She also recommended that Jennifer wait until at least Monday to call. Karen realized it would hard to wait but if she could manage it, Karen felt she might do much better and have less time to wait until she secured the keys.
When at last they hung up, Jennifer laid down in her bed. Her guardian strapped over her sex and struggled with the idea that it wasn't going anywhere and that she was going to have to go to work like this.
Sleep didn't come for some time. In her hands kept finding the hard steel of the shield. Occasionally, fingers searched for way past the cursed thing but it was too tight and firm. When sleep did come she dreamed that she was a Jennie trapped in a bottle. No matter how loud she screamed no one heard her. In the real world, Jennifer tossed and rolled. The night sweats came several times as the dreams of kept coming. One of being buried alive woke her screaming
The ringing of the phone woke her. She groggily came up from her nightmares and slapped at the phone, only vaguely aware of the pressure in her groin and waist. Finally getting the receiver in her hand she brought it to her head and said.
"Hello?"
Her hand traveled to the source of the pressure and found steel! Oh yeah. Now I remember.
"Jennifer!" It was Karen "Have you seen it?" she sounded angry and desperate.
"Karen? Seen what?" she rolled over to check the time. 2:00 am!
"He's auctioning off the keys! WAKE UP!"
Keys? MY KEYS? Oh holy shit!
She was up and out of bed in a flash. The cordless phone pasted to her ear.
"When did he put them on?" She shot a Karen.
"I don't know. But that’s not the worst. You should see the description! I... I'm… Oh Jennifer, I'm so sorry! I should have done a better job… He's telling everyone that they are keys to a chastity belt that locked on to a girl! On you! The bidding is up to $1,500 dollars." She sounded defeated!
A small voice inside her was actually insulted at the idea of such a low bid price, until reality set in and she realized that she was now competing for those keys too!
"Do you have the item number?" Jennifer was asking as she logged on to her ISP.
"Damn it! I didn't write it down. Look search on his user ID, Jim667 it's the only thing he has on eBay right now."
Jennifer when to the search page and looked up the sellers ID. There it was… Keys to female chastity belt (Currently being worn!)
"Oh shit! Yeah I see it. Oh my God the price has gone up! It’s up to $1,900 dollars. I don't have that much money! I drained my checking account to get this damned thing and I only have about $1,400 in my savings right now." She was sounding more than a bit desperate.
Jennifer read the description….
"Hey! Hey! Hey! This one you cannot miss. I have here in my hot little hands, two, yes count them, two bonified chastity belt keys! You heard me right. This bad boy is perhaps the most secure belt on the planet. I bought it for my ex-wife but since we've gone our separate ways I don't need these anymore…
The belt you say? What happened to the belt? The bitch sold it! How about that, huh? And didn't even offer to split the profits with me…. Well, a belt’s no good without the keys… So I'm putting them up for sale. The only catch is that the new owner is locked in that very same belt with no way out! Oooooo Ahhhhhhh!.
That's right folks. Can you be the one to talk her out of the belt? The only way to see is to get these keys! Below is a picture of the belt. I'd post one with my ex locked in it but the bitch would probably sue me, so that’s all you get.
Bid with confidence. Some young damsel needs saving lads. She's trapped without your help!
"HAVE YOU READ THIS!" Jennifer shouted! "He’s auctioning ME off!" She was struggling with the belt again. There's got to be a way to get this …. Offffffffff!
"I'll tell you what… I'll help pay for the keys. I give you back your money and chip in another $1,500. It's the least I can do after the mess I got you in. It means you have to wear the belt for another, lets see… six days. But then you get it off shortly after that."
"Provided we win the bidding you mean", said Jennifer dejectedly.
"No one is going to pay over $3,500 hundred for those keys. It's hype. What could they possibly be thinking they’re buying… a slave?" Karen responded. It was a good thing Jennifer couldn't see Karen shiver in the safety of her own apartment far away and free of the grip of that belt. "If you didn't hear, that's illegal. Slavery was outlawed about one hundred and forty years ago."
"Well…" sounding uncertain for some reason.
"If you don't bid then you will loose the keys. Go on. I've got the money. It’s not even my money it's Jimmy’s. So he gets his own money back. That somewhat poetic huh? He has to buy the keys back that he wanted to sell off. Go ahead and Bid girl!
Jennifer quickly did the math and typed in a bid of $3,540.00.
"Congratulations! You are the high bidder on item # 340343322, Keys to female chastity belt (Currently being worn!). The current bid price for this item is $2250.71 your maximum bid…"
"Well?" Karen asked.
"I'm up!" she said with a sigh of relief.
"Good, now all we can do is wait."
"What if I'm out bid? What then?"
"You won't be out bid. No one is going to bid that much on those damn keys. They are only worth that to you." Karen assured Jennifer but deep down she wasn't truly sure that was accurate. There were those out there that would victimize a young lady in a helpless position. Hell, it happened all the time. But she didn't want to stir up the muddy waters any further than they already were.
For the next six days Jennifer wore the belt. What else could she do? As a result her attitude at work improved greatly. Due primarily to the focus she gave her work if only to try to forget about her constant, and now unwanted companion. She had had plans to go out on two dates with a young man at work before the belt became a problem. But now she didn't want to go and be found out. The poor guy had worked so hard over the last few months to get her to agree to go out that she felt bad to break the dates. He was cute too. Maybe after the belt was off, if he ever talked to her again that is. Breaking one date is Ok from time to time. Two in the same week, broken at the same time was really shitty and sent the message that I wouldn't be caught dead with on an abandon barren desert planet with you! But there was nothing else for it now.
Being belted was more than a desire or a fetish it seemed. It was turning out to be lifestyle. She hadn't bargained on that. She had always imagined that it would be romantic to have some lover open her belt and take her has his own. Some knight sent from afar to rescue her. But there would be no knight if she could not get her hands on those keys. In the amount of time it takes to blink an eye, she had unwittingly gone from a sexually active twenty-nine-year old to a sealed up female Eunice, a nun. She had never really wanted that.
So, to prevent dwelling on it she threw herself into her work. Her boss, Rachel, was pleased and happy to see that the focus was back on work and career. Rachel could not have known that Jennifer would much rather have been able to focus on what which she was now so severely deprived. That if she could she would have told Rachel to go "stuff it in a cramped, dark closet", rip the belt from her body, and taken her dejected, would be suitor and screwed his eyeballs right out of his skull right then and there on top of his desk.
The biggest problem with the belt for her was that she spent all of her time thinking about sex, a thing that had NEVER happened before. She had always been able to take it or leave it. She like good sex and craved great sex like everyone else. But dating didn't automatically mean sex, and she had lost many impatient would be beau's to her refusal to spread her legs on command. It took constant focus and concentration on her work to prevent her mind from taking over and making her hornier than she could stand. What was worse was that each episode of heightened sexual frustration led to escalation in her desires on the next round. It was bad at night! With nothing to do before going to sleep it was all she could think about. She had on several occasions during that first week, pulled out her seldom used vibrator and tried to figure out a way to defeat the grip the belt had on her sex. In the end she had thrown the device against the wall of her bedroom in frustration where it exploded in a spray of plastic, wired components and batteries.
She had slumped to her bed, still spread-legged, shield exposed and pressed tight against her, and wept for herself, her loss and her deep profound fear that she was trapped. She had never wanted this, not this way. Not being able to get out at all. It was all meant to be a game. A fantasy! Not this… this prison she was forced to carry around with her. That had never been part of the equation.
A small voice said to her in mean and cynical voice, What did you think these things did? Did you really think that putting a thing like this on was without risk? Girl, you're not naive you're stupid!
Her bid stood the entire week, (it had not moved once any of the times she had checked it) she felt she had to have a back up plan. So on her lunch hour, she would visit locksmiths and metal shops in the vicinity of her office. Timidly at first, she would skate around the problem until short tempered blue collar works would get fed up of playing the guessing game with her and demand, "Look lady, just tell me what you want unlocked?" or "If it can be cut, I can cut it. Just tell me what the hell IT is?" But none were either able or willing to remove it. Most of the locksmiths agreed that it would be impossible to pick the specialized lock and drilling the mechanism out would be dangerous. Two of them even told her, despite her assurances that there was not husband or boyfriend, that they didn't want to end up on the business end of a rifle or pistol and flat out refused to even try. The metal workers had even more dismal news. The belt could be cut, but not off a living body. It would take so much to cut it off, the person inside could not possibly survive the process. And unlike the varied reasons the smiths gave, the metal works had shown a unified and consistent front. The belt could not be destroyed while being worn. No one would attempt it.
Now, as she had the night she had first found the evil thing she was now strapped helplessly into, she sat in front of her monitor, hunched over and continually pressing the refresh button on her browser. She was logged onto the page where the auction for the keys was less than four minutes from ending. Again her breath came in short pained gasps each time the screen returned and showed her as high bidder.
REFRESH
Current Bid: $3250.71
REFRESH
Current Bid: $3250.71
REFRESH
Current Bid: $3250.71
REFRESH
Current Bid: $3455.60
"What!" Blink! Blink! Did I just see that?
REFRESH
Current Bid: $3490.00
"Oh no!"
REFRESH
Current Bid: $4360.61
"OH NO!"
She was no longer the high bidder. Worse, she didn't have that much money. Panicked and feeling desperate, he quickly went to the bid portion of the screen. She had to put in another bid. She would come up with the money some how. If she didn't the keys were gone anyway.
Hurrying, she stumbled through entering the bid, mistyped it and had to re-enter it. She glanced at the amount of time left. Two minutes fifty-five seconds left. Her hands were shaking badly. Her mind couldn't keep the thought away that she must hurry.
HURRY! YOU'LL LOOSE THEM! HUUUURRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!
Typed again 8.r403….
"SHHIIIITT!" She cried. "Come Onnnnn!"
She gave up trying to type in conservative amounts as she was used to doing. If he tried to cyber-haggle she would loose them for sure. Best to go for broke and worry about the rest later.
She typed "9000" and posted the bid.
The message came back…
"Sorry you have been outbid by another bidder…"
"Shit!"
She typed "30000" and posted the bid.
"Sorry you have been outbid by another bidder…"
"Please God…" she wined as she typed. "500000" and posted the bid
"Sorry you have been outbid by another bidder…"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"10000000" she typed and posted the bid
The message that came back this time was different.
"Bidding for this item is Closed!"
Final bid $500,000.
Her heart had stopped. Or it felt as if it had. She waited for oxygen depravation to cause her to black out and slowly kill her brain cells. Anything would be better than this, what lay ahead for her. Instinctively her hands when to her waist, found that she was still in the embrace of only lover she could ever have now. One solitary tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Death would be so much better right now. If her heart had indeed stopped, it would be an answer to her problem. Something she could not bring herself to do.
All she could do was stare at the bright red letters on the screen…
Bidding for this item is Closed!
It raise from the page and taunted her. Became larger than life and consumed the room where she sat. It danced about her head and tortured her as the Raven had Poe's poor suitor to the lost Lenore.
Never More!
Never More!
"You've got mail…"
Numbly, she maximized the window that displayed her mail.
It's Karen… writing me to let me know how sorry she was…
But it wasn't. It was the winning bidder of the keys…
That was all five months ago.
She guessed correctly that the winner had gotten her e-mail address form the bid history page.
Now she sat on the edge of her bed, suite case open but not knowing what to pack, or even if she should pack. Her passport was the only thing that lay inside. She was numb. She had been since she lost the keys. Snapping out of it only every once in a while only to be reminded she had gotten her wish. She was belted.
She longed for an embrace, a loving and tender touch. She wanted a man, a lover, and a husband. She wanted children. She wanted a family. She wanted to make love… she wanted out.
She did not want to leave!
In her lap sat the printed copy of the e-mail she had received that night after losing the keys forever. It was dog-eared and ragged from constant folding and unfolding. She would take it out each night and re-read it in hopes that the words on the page had somehow changed. That the message there had become somehow more compassionate and sympathetic. But each time it was the same…
The first words set the tone...
You worthless WHORE!The body was where the shock came…
Do you realize you have cost me half a million dollars for these miserable keys?The letter ended with…
Your only hope is to come to me and beg for forgiveness. To work in my service until such a time as I decide you have relieved your debt to me. Until then the keys that have cost me so for your worthless carcass will remain in my possession. I will never release you from your bond to me until you repay me to my satisfaction.
I expect your answer soon… Slave!
Sheik Achmhed Razul UAEUAE… The United Arab Emirates, she knew where that was. She also had read that many women there were belted, permanently.
She looked from the crumpled e-mail to the suitcase and back to e-mail.
She had exhausted her options. Locksmiths, metal smiths even starvation to loosen the belt had had little or no effect on her situation. Loosing weight had not affected the size of her hipbone. The belt remained locked securely in place. Because of her despair, she had lost her job a week ago. There were only two options left. She was going to have to choose soon.
Tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes as she, again looked from the suite case to the tattered piece of paper in her lap.
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