Author's Note: Fans of the History Channel will probably appreciate this more than most. But hopefully everyone enjoys ti as much as I had fun writing it.

Update (2012/02/28): Sorry for the length, apparently having too much fun at Carissa's expense. Glad you all enjoyed part one and hope you find Part two equally entertaining. Not sure where to take Part three, I have bits written in my head, but no concrete direction.

Chapter One: Nashville Pickin'

The Discovery Channel had been good to Mike and Frank and their business was booming. After a lot of discussion with their number one assistant Daniel "Double D" Cushman they decided that expanding the shop in Iowa wasn't the way to go. They opted to buy an car factory in downtown Nashville so they could swap some of their stock from one building that wasn't selling to the other while giving them an alternate spot to ship larger objects without having to haul them all the way home. Daniel used some of her contacts and found an abandoned building in a decent neighborhood that fit the size and requirements that Mike and Frank had set for the new location. They renovated the building and added a small storefront and lobby. They even included a small two bedroom apartment above the lobby so they could stay in town and monitor the shop while they were travelling in that part of the area.

After a few months of renovations, they only thing missing was someone to run the new location. They placed an ad in the paper and even had Daniel looking for a prospective person to run the new location. Their prayers were answered when Carissa happened onto the building site one afternoon. Her car broke down about a block from the new building as Mike and Frank were pulling into town to monitor progress on the old building. She was driving her old beater car from Texas to visit some friends in New York. The AC in her car hadn't worked in years and she couldn't afford to fix it with college loans looming on the horizon. Her friends thought they could hook her up with some work in the city, but half way across the country and they called explaining that their boss had reviewed her resume and was not able to squeeze her into an entry level position. It was a hundred degrees and the humidity was through the roof as she walked along the quiet road towards the construction site.

She was still wearing her three-inch heels and had tied her long dirty blonde hair into a quick pony tail as she walked towards town. She was wearing a pair of Capri pants and a plaid blouse that she tied under her enormous natural breasts. She had been blessed; and cursed; with her massive breasts since high school. She had intermittent back pains from her over endowed chest, but had neither the funds nor the desire to get them reduced. She would just tell her friends that "everything is bigger in Texas" and she was living proof. She was just about to walk through the front door as Mike and Frank pulled up in their bare bones white cargo van. She was wiping the sweat off her brow as the boys greeted her and asked her if they could help. They struck up a quick conversation about the business and the renovations as they gave her a quick tour of the newly renovated building and some of the collectibles they had already started storing in the back of the building. They were surprised to find she was amazingly accurate with some of the prices that she would pay for some of the items they had acquired. Her dad owned a pawn shop and she grew up around the industry. Bartering was in her blood and she was filled full of useless knowledge and a natural curiosity for various random items. When she told them her story about her cross country journey and her recent car troubles, our favorite two-some figured it was a sign from the Picking Gods and they started to offer her a position. They offered her a job working in the shop handling phone calls, cleaning, prepping their farm-fresh acquisitions, pricing items for sale and calling on potential leads for new picks. While they didn't offer her a lot of pay, they instead gave her free room and board to supplement the reduced wage as well as a place to store her car until she could afford to get it fixed.

She really wasn't enthused about the low pay, but she needed someplace to live and the shop was so close to town that she could walk anywhere she needed to go. Mike and Frank changed their travel plans so they could stay in town for a while to train Carissa and finish the last details on the new building. They had given Carissa one of the rooms of the apartment while Mike and Frank shared the other room. This gave them a chance to really get to know her and develop a trust that they had with Daniel after years of working together. It had been a little over a month and they felt comfortable enough leaving her alone in the shop. They had not intended to stay in Nashville as long as they had and they needed to spend a couple weeks on the road to make up for lost time and look for some new found antiques to fill the shelves at their new location. They were investigating a lead a couple hours outside of the city and struck the honey hole of finds. They found an original Air Stream parked behind an old barn that was filled to the gills with unimaginable boxes and untold treasures. The owner had been stuffing items from the Air Stream for years since they had purchased the old farmhouse "as is" during an estate sale nearly a decade ago. While the exterior was in excellent shape, there was no telling what the inside was like as they could not even get through the door to see the inside. The owner was selling the RV, but did not want to unload and repack everything if they decided not to buy it. His cost on the camper was almost retail, but they figured they could make the rest of the profit on the unknown treasures inside.

The producers of the show kept close tabs on the ratings and determined that the viewing audience loved the suspense when they purchased locked items or mystery boxes. The producers had called them "Surprise Picks" and they liked them so much they usually allowed the guys to expense their cost against the show's budget when the pick didn't pay out. So the chance to purchase and entire 20 foot camper trailer filled with boxes of boxes was an opportunity they could not pass up. They arrived back at the shop after only being gone for two days to find Chrissie hard at work sweeping the shop and cleaning construction dust off the floors and walls of the newly renovated building. They backed the trailer into the shop and parked it near the middle of the shop. They introduced their latest acquisition and began loading box after box onto the recently swept floor. They had barely scratched the surface of the thousands of items held inside when they announced they had to get back on the road and would leave her in charge of unloading the trailer, cleaning it and prepping it for sale. They promptly left and indicated it would be close to two weeks when they would return. Carissa jumped into the task full force emptying all the boxes out of the camper until she encountered the "Werkes". It was an old safe, maybe 1800's vintage with a large scripted name on the front of the safe. She tried lifting the heavy safe out of the trailer but could not budge the massive 3 foot tall floor safe.

Just as she was about to give up the lobby bell rang signifying that someone was waiting in the renovated lobby. Two burley men had stopped in to change out the dumpster and wanted to make sure it was full and to verify where they were to leave the new empty dumpster after the construction was over. She quickly felt like a piece of meat in front of these two heavyweight bruisers as they tried to sound all business-like as they surveyed her incredible body while they stammered their way to the point of the conversation. It was another hot day and her tight t-shirt top was dripping in perspiration and left little to the imagination as her incredible breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her top. All it took was some harmless flirting and a little extra shaking her money maker and the safe was unloaded and sitting in the workshop adjacent to the lobby. She carefully selected a spot near the building so she wouldn't have to walk too far to throw out the garbage in the dumpster and confirmed the delivery and drop off times of the dumpster. While she didn't really care when or how often the dumpster was replaced, she did see it as a good opportunity to get some of the heavy lifting done around the shop when they boys weren't around to help.

With the safe unloaded she set about unpacking the boxes photographing and categorizing all of the new items so she could add it to the inventory and accurately price it for sale in the shop or online. It took nearly all day to unload the camper and would be even longer to shelve all the items. The boys called to check on her progress and find out what treasures were inside the camper. She discussed the various items and finally discussed the safe she had found that was locked tightly. Mike and Frank advised her to call their buddy Chuck . He ran a locksmith shop across town and was their "Go-To-Guy" whenever they needed to break into something and not actually break it. He was always swamped with calls and was the best locksmith in town. But he never charged the guys for unlocking items that were empty or had no valuable and charged more for important items when he knew the guys were going to make a profit. He figured his company was getting enough free advertisement from the cable show that he was considering expanding his business as soon as he could hire an equally talented locksmith.

"Good Evening, Charlie speaking, how can we help you?" Despite the fact that it was well past seven he still picked up the line even though it was after normal business hours.

"What's up Chuck?" Carissa had met Charles on three prior occasions and he seemed very professional.

"Hey Chrissy, if it isn't my favorite picker." Carissa thought that he seemed to be in a good mood. "What did the boys bring home tonight?"

"I am just your favorite because I have bigger tits." The line went quiet for a bit. "Well at least they are bigger then Mike's." They both chuckled which Carissa took as a good sign. She really wanted to meet more people around town and Chuck was her same age so she flirted with him almost flagrantly especially when Mike and Frank weren't there to see her throw herself at him. "I have a safe here; it's heavy, maybe two foot square by three foot tall. Says "Werkes" on the front, big chrome handle, five little glass windows in the middle."

"Mmmm, a Werkes ehh, huh, don't see those very often. Interesting. What color is it?" Chuck was intrigued.

"Color? Ahh, dirty. Kinda of a bluish color, looks like it may have some gold pin striping around the edges. It has that same hand hammered look to it as that vintage printing press that was here the first week I started. I haven't cleaned it off yet, so it's pretty rough. "Looks like there are five little squares on the front off to the side of the combination dial" she commented. Carissa knelt down in front of the safe to get a better look. "The windows are really hard to see. They look pretty dirty. And there is a power cord sticking out of the door that has been cut off. Maybe it's just a novelty safe, but it sure weighs a ton."

"Well most novelty safes are just that and they don't weigh more than a few pounds. Judging by the color and style, it can't be a Werkes, it's far too old. I assume it's still locked which is why you called?" He paused for a bit then continued. "I tell you what, I will be around in the morning, make sure you don't mess with the dials and we'll have a crack at it on Tuesday." He chuckled to himself that was one of his favorite lock picking jokes.

Carissa blushed a little at his wise crack, there was hope for him yet she thought. "Tomorrow's perfect, I look forward to seeing you." He made some quick small talk and then they hung up the phone. As she hung up the phone she started plotting her wardrobe so that she may finally get Chuck to ask her out.


Chapter 2 - Breaking the Ice

It was about ten AM on a cloudy Tuesday when Chuck walked through the open shop door unannounced. She was crawling on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor of the camper as Charley walked up to the door behind her. She had tied her hair back in a pony tail to keep it out of the water bucket. She had also taken off her shoes and was crawling around barefoot inside the dirty trailer. Her curvy ass was pointing high up in the air as her tight cut off daisy duke shorts exemplified her incredible butt. He stood back and admired the view as her luscious ass swayed in front of him while she scrubbed the floor in a continual circular motion. He finally cleared his throat and shuffled his feet to make it sound like he just walked up. She turned around purposely staying on her knees as she rose up to greet him. Her undersized ripped t-shirt was torn down the middle and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were on full display.

His jaw would have hit the floor but he kept his cool as they talked about Mike & Frank's latest Air Stream pick. She invited him in and showed him around being sure to brush her tight shorts against his tan Dockers and squeeze her large breasts against him at every opportunity in the tight quarters of the small camper. Standing there flatfooted in front of him she was quite a bit shorter than him at her five foot two inch height. They eventually made their way into the workshop to try and crack the safe. He started with a cursory examination of the safe and was fascinated by the age and quality of the safe. She had yet to clean the safe, so its original beauty was still buried under years of dirt and grime. It only had a few clean spots from being handled and moved from the camper to the middle of the workshop. He set down his tool box and set to work rotating the dial back and forth listening with a stethoscope for tiny clicks emanating from within the safe door. Within thirty minutes of messing with the dial and writing down various numbers on his invoice he grabbed the handle, rotated it, and the heavy safe door slowly swung open.

As the door opened a couple of screws fell out and a heavy plate dropped onto the ground. Charlie grabbed the heavy plate before it tipped and crushed his toes. He set the metal plate on the floor next to him and collected the screws that held it in place. He then reached in the safe to remove the contents. There was a sizeable box that occupied almost the entire interior of the safe. As soon as his hands were on the box and pulling it out Carissa spoke up. "Hey! Get your hands off my box!" she said playfully as she gently smacked his hands off the large cardboard container. "At least not without buying me dinner and drinks first..." she said more quietly hoping to spark some kind of reaction.

"Come on Chris, you know the deal. I crack the safes, and make my money on the contents." Charles then attempted to remove the box again.

"No means no." she chuckled quietly to herself as she batted his hands away a second time. "Besides, I thought you safe people never looked inside?"

"No, Charlize Theron never looked inside, but she did several things in that movie that real safecrackers don't do." He paused for a second obviously distracted by her deep cleavage as they knelt next to the safe on the workshop floor. The playful flirting finally seemed to be getting somewhere as her recently pierced nipples were beginning to respond. "I always look inside, you know that."

"Well not this time!" She slapped his hands away one last time and pushed the box back in the safe. "Mike and Frank explicitly told me that you weren't allowed to see what was inside until they do. Besides, looks to me like your job isn't done. The safe is still in pieces and what's with the little glass windows on the front?"

Obviously he wasn't going to see what's inside and went back to concentrating on the safe. "Very well. Okay, the safe, it's very interesting. It's old, not sure how old, but pretty old, I would say late 1800's. It's been rebuilt, the door is old, but the mechanism is fairly new. The glass windows are a timer. You would set the clock, plug it in, then it could only be opened once the timer hit zero. You can see the dials here on the back are set to zero, but the windows are all dirty and can't be read from the outside. Ah Hah! There is a serial number stamped in the inside of the door, looks like a DieBold circa 1870, I can use the serial number to help trace its origin. There is a battery back-up, and the cord is severed. I am going to pull the timer mechanism and leave the safe here. I should be able to fix the mechanism, repair the cord and battery, learn more about the safe and reinsert the timer when I come back." He stood up, brushed off his knees and put the timer on the workbench as he circled the three number combinations on the invoice. "In the meantime, the safe will operate as normal, so be sure and clean it up a little bit and we can reassemble it tomorrow."

"Okay, sounds good. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." He handed the invoice to Carissa who noticed there was no final amount on the bill. "We'll just put that in here for safe keeping." She joked as she placed the open invoice and recently recovered combination on the top of the box still hiding in the safe. Carissa's sweet southern accent drawled on as Charlie walked out the door and she stood there by the industrial glass door running her barefoot up and down the door jamb like a silver stripper pole. She returned to the lobby desk, checked the phone and e-mails, made a couple calls and eventually made it back to the Air Stream. The mopped and scrubbed floor was dry and she started working on the counters and removing the cushions to let them air out so she could vacuum out the cob webs and dirt. She finished cleaning the camper and returned to the lobby for a late lunch. The temperature in the warehouse had dropped several degrees and the clouds had turned to rain as the streets outside were starting to flood as they were overwhelmed by the heavy rains outside. Carissa went upstairs to her apartment to grab a clean sweatshirt, a pair of jogging pants, some comfortable sneakers and a sandwich and returned to the lobby downstairs to eat it while she minded the store.


Chapter 3 - Unlocking the Mystery

It was roughly two in the afternoon and the weather channel showed no signs of letting up. The store was always dead quiet on a rainy day and she wondered if Mike and Frank would find out if she closed shop early and snuck in an afternoon cat nap. It was then that the safe caught her eye in the workshop and she decided to clean up the safe so she could give the boys an update if they called in later to check on it. She grabbed a couple shop rags and wiped off the dust and polished the old metal back to its former luster. There was a small ring of light rust on one corner of the safe and a larger ring of scratches on the back corner. Other than that, the safe cleaned up remarkably well. She opened the safe door that Charlie had left unlocked. As she scrubbed the grease and dirt from the inside of the door she could finally start to see light shining through the five glass windows. She finally removed the large cardboard box and placed it to the side so she could clean the rest of the interior. Once the entire unit was clean inside and out she took a close look at the box and saw that the four flaps on top were simply folded over each other. She could easily look inside and nobody would know the wiser.

Without further hesitation she pulled open the tops and found three boxes inside which she quickly removed. The first box was as tall as the outer box but half as wide, while the other two boxes were stacked on top of each other alongside the taller box. Opening the tall box revealed an exquisite pair of metal knee high boots that had a pointed heel about eight inches in length and a sole maybe two inches tall. She set the boot alongside her own foot which appeared to be her size. The sole of the boot was the same length as her foot. The top of the boot was separated from the bottom and laced together with thin metal cables. Similarly the calf of the boots was separated into three unique panels held together by thin cables as well. She forced her hand deep into the boot and could feel the soft supple cushion of the rubber or silicon lining inside the boot. She ran her hand all the way to the bottom allowing her pointed nails to poke out through the bottom where her toes would normally be. On the lid of the box there was an envelope and something that felt like a set of keys taped to the lid. She carefully cut the tape and opened the envelope dropping the keys out into her other hand. The call of the boots was too much and she placed them over her feet as she read the letter. It was difficult walking in the boots as they fit far too loosely and the towering heels had her feet slipping around inside uncomfortably. She sat down on the lobby's sofa as she read the instructions and sipped her remaining Coke from lunch.

CAUTION - Locking Boots: Once the key is inserted and set to INSTALL the key and boot cannot be removed until the boot is completely installed. In case of an emergency, DO NOT cut the tightening cables or attempt to cut or torch the metal shoes off under any circumstances. Puncturing or damaging the silicon padding will cause a chemical reaction permanently gluing your skin to the metal panels prohibiting removal.

1. To install the boots, insert the key into the sole of the boot.

2. Place the LH key into the Left boot and the RH key into the Right boot.

3. Rotate the key 90 degrees towards the outside of the shoe to the position marked "I".

4. With the key in the "INSTALL" position, crank the heel to tighten the laces.

5. Continue tightening the laces until the panels are snapped and locked together.

6. When the panels are secured the heel will remain in the down position and the key will eject.

7. To remove, insert the key, rotate to the inside of the shoe to the position marked "R".

8. With the key in the "REMOVE" position, the heel will snap backward and can be loosened as before.

Happy 28th Birthday Nancy - Edward Werkes

The letter was hand signed by the mysterious Edward Werkes, but his signature did not match the script logo that was riveted to the front of the safe. She examined the keys and the letter and boots for several minutes and went as far as matching the key to the boots. She wanted desperately to try them on as she had wanted a pair of leather boots of this same style for years but never had enough money to waste it on such a frivolous purchase. She thought back to Mike and Frank's weeks of training and realized that the boots would be worth so much more if they were working. So after a few more minutes of hesitation she slipped the keys into the respective keyholes and rotated them to install. Instantly the heels snapped rearward and the key refused to rotate or release. Knowing she had no choice she placed her Left Foot deep inside the soft padding until her painted red toenails appeared out the bottom of the shoe. Her toes were squished into the narrow end of the shoe and were divided from each other by slim metal ribs. She tried standing on her foot, but with the broken heel, there was nothing she could do. She read the instructions a second time and decided there was only one way to know for certain. She sat back down on the sofa and began pumping the heel like a tire jack on her rickety old car. With each pump, the tops of her shoe collapsed to her foot. After six pumps she started having second thoughts and tried to remove the boot, but the cables had already tightened too much and her foot was trapped in the heel. She had no choice but to continue and operated the pump handle another six cranks until the top of her shoe locked in place with a loud snap.

The loud snap caught her off guard and she let go of the heel. But despite the loud noise, the heel snapped rearward indicating that the installation was not complete. She paused to examine the shoe and marveled at how seamlessly the top of the shoe had merged to become one with the sole of the boot. The gap had become a tiny sliver along the sole of the shoe and fit together perfectly. She tried turning the key to release, but true to the instruction, the key would not budge. Reluctantly she continued pumping the handle hoping that if she finished the installation she could remove the boot after the upper calve portions were closed and locked in place. She started pumping as the metal sleeves started pulling together as the gap between the panels got smaller and smaller. As the laces disappeared from between the metal panels the tension began to build as her foot was being swallowed by the metal boot. She cranked another twelve times and eventually heard a click. The heel had just sprung back to the horizontal position when the first little click was heard and she had no choice but to continue pumping the handle of the shoe. As she slowly tightened the shoe one last time she heard a series of clicks until the heel snapped and locked into the normal position. She let the heel loose and this time it stayed locked in place as the key fell from the bottom of the shoe. She held the key in one hand as she marveled at the fit of the shoe.

The edges between the panels fit extremely tightly and the laces were completely hidden under the metal panels. The shoes fit as if they were made for her and covered her lower legs perfectly. The top of the shoe ended just beneath her knee and her tan skin blended smoothly as it disappeared within the confines of the metal surface that was now locked onto her leg. She could not believe how well the shoe fit and how truly comfortable the boot really was. She could not believe the metal panels did not pinch or bind around her ankles or calves. She tried standing on the boot, but the heel was simply too tall and she could not stand on just one shoe at a time. Reluctantly she sat back on the couch and placed the other key in the remaining boot and slipped her foot down inside the boot. The hair on her scalp stood on end as her right foot slipped deep within the unlocked boot as her toes poked out through the ends of the boot. She began pumping until her foot was locked deep inside the boot and continued pumping as the side panels of the boots began to encircle her calves. Eventually the sides of her boots locked tightly together until the quiet clicks and loud snap seemed to echo in the lobby as the key fell out of the boot and rag out as it landed on the tiled floor.

She breathed in heavily as the moment of truth had arrived. She stood up and took the first tentative steps as she held the lobby counter for support. As her foot settled into the shoes her feet became more comfortable and she was able to walk around the office unassisted. The longer she stayed in the boots the easier it was to get around in them. She moved over to the mirror to check the fit, but had to keep hiking up the loose legs of her jogging pants so she could admire the craftsmanship of the boots. After continually pulling up on her legs she boldly slide them down her legs and kicked them off into the corner. With the baggy leggings discarded to the floor, she strutted her half naked body from room to room in awe of how good the silver boots made her legs look. The curves of the metal boots accented the curves of her natural legs and exemplified her muscle structure and even made her ass look tighter. Her own image was starting to turn her on as she ran her hands up and down her legs amazed at how well the boots fit her body. She wondered if she could convince Mike and Frank to let her keep them as it would be nearly impossible to find another girl who the custom built boot would fit. Perhaps she could work out some type of payment system with the boys. She returned to the couch to seek the keys when she recalled there were two unopened boxes still in the safe that she had not yet opened. She grabbed the smaller of the two boxes and carefully opened the top.


Chapter 4 - Ante Up

Inside was another envelope that felt like it contained a set of keys and a letter similar to the envelope found on the cover for the boots. The box contained a triangular curved panel with three circular locks, along the top edge of the triangle. There was a slot parallel to the top edge that went through the front all the way to the rear of the triangular plate. Beneath the slot was a large dial that rotated to the left and right that said "OPEN" and "CLOSE". At the bottom of the plate was a handle that seemed to flip up and down and bridged over the dial beneath the slot. At each corner of the triangle was a half inch hole that ran along the surface of the curved plate. Looking into the hole she could see a series of grooves and gears that she could not explain or understand. Flipping the triangular plate over there was a penis shaped tube covered in the same semi clear rubber and silicon material. The penis had a hollow steel tube that ran through the middle of the shaft and was connected to the front directly underneath the round dial. As she looked into the back of the triangular plate she could see tons of intricate gears and various mechanisms that looked to be attached to the circular locks in each corner. She squeezed the rubber steel shafted penis and could feel the thick rubber ooze and flow between her fingers. As she let go and watched the interior of the plate, the rubber material slowly returned to its original shape.

She set the plate down to the side and picked up the second part of the item. There was a Y-shaped cable approximately a half inch in diameter that was wound from smaller cables. The three intertwined cables were wound together and curved back onto themselves. On the inside of two of the curved wound cables there was a series of grooves cut on the inside of the cable. On one of the cable, the cut grooves covered the left and right edges of the cable. Where the three cables came together in the back there was a tiny curved triangle of space slightly larger than her finger. She twirled the device around in her hands trying to make sense of the contraption. Just then the phone rang and she sprinted back to the lobby in her steel stiletto shoes and bent over the counter with her bare ass in the air as she spoke on the phone to one of her contacts that she was trying to arrange a pick for the boys the next time they were in New York.

Despite having watched the show only a couple of times, it never occurred to her that the film crew was only around the office when Mike and Frank were in town. They never explained the hidden cameras that were voice and motion activated to track the movements and conversations that took place in the office. Rather than pay to have an entire camera crew onsite at the new shop, they simply installed the many cameras around the building and then would edit out the boring hours and trim the footage down to the interesting parts. They also felt that having people on site in Iowa was a constant distraction to Daniel and was not an accurate portrayal of her day to day activity. Therefore Carissa thought that she was only on film when the boys were in town and the camera crew was filming. The reality was she was on film all the time and the editing staff enjoyed the candid and voyeuristic nature of the Nashville office as everyone avoided discussing the hidden cameras to catch Carissa's natural behavior. Suddenly there was a clap of thunder and a flash of lightening which reminded her to the fact that she was now standing half-naked in the lobby. She had no idea that her bare ass was pointing right at the camera in the workshop which had been following her all afternoon. She quickly sat down behind the desk and then turned off the "OPEN" sign until she could finish her phone call. As soon as she hung up she nervously approached the door, locked the deadbolt and closed the blinds on the window and door ensuring her privacy. However even after normal business hours, the tracking cameras would continue filming any activity that took place inside and outside the building. She then returned to the workshop to open the envelope and to figure out the two metallic items contained within the metal box.

CAUTION- Chastity Belt: Once the keys are inserted, they cannot be removed until the belt is fully installed. Rotating the dial to the left allows the plug to drain and flush any bodily fluids while the right position prevents any leakage and will contain all fluids until released. In case of an emergency, DO NOT cut the cable or attempt to cut or torch the metal off under any circumstances. Puncturing or damaging the silicon padding will cause a chemical reaction permanently gluing your skin to the metal panels prohibiting removal.

1. To install the belt, insert the three keys into each circular lock mechanism.

2. Place the LH key into the Upper Left Corner and the RH key into the Upper Right Corner.

3. Place the CTR key into the middle position above the horizontal slot.

4. Move the lower lever up to the locked position so the dial valve is partially covered.

5. Insert the double grooved cable into the bottom of the triangle and push until the handle opens.

6. Insert the C-Shaped ring through the horizontal clitoris piercing with the ball ends facing out.

7. Squeeze the ball ends together using the C-clip pliers and secure with the hexagonal wrench

8. Place the triangular plate over the pussy and insert the plug while aligning the horizontal post through the slot.

9. Flex the remaining two cables over your hips to the front of your waist.

10. With the Triangle tight against your skin, pull the hex wrench through the plate and rotate to release.

11. Insert the two hip cables into the upper corners of the triangle and rotate each key towards the middle to tighten

12. With each turn of the key, crank the handle of the lower to uniformly tighten the three cables simultaneously.

13. Once the Lower handle is locked in place, remove the center key. As the tension in each upper cable is equalized, the keys can be removed.

Happy 28th Birthday Nancy - Edward Werkes

Carissa was shocked realizing what she had in her hands. She had heard of such barbaric devices in medieval times but never thought such a modern implement of denial existed. She shook the envelope causing the three keys, along with the ring and wrench to tumble onto the workshop table. She inserted the three keys into their perspective locks and placed the triangular plate between her legs without actually inserting the plug. While holding the plate in one hand, she fondled her ringed pussy in the other. She decided long ago that she would reward herself with each life accomplishment by adding a piercing to her body. Of course she had her ears done when she became a teenager. Her belly button signified her graduation from high school. The ring in her tongue was a rite of passage when she became a sorority girl after several rather humiliating hazing activities that were allegedly banned by the collage council. The horizontal clit piercing was a reminder of her Bachelor Degree in Business. And the rings in her breasts were a reward to herself for landing her first job and taking a step towards a modeling or acting career as a result of her television exposure. When she told the boys that she had her nipples done, they of course were anxious to see them. Especially when she called them "M & F" the boys were flattered that she had named them after Mike and Frank, but she would never admit that. Instead she said "I named them M & F, because they hurt like a Mother Fucker."

As she held the plate to her pussy and tried to position it over her private area, she removed the C-Shaped ring from the box and examined it closely. It was larger in diameter and thicker in gage than her normal ring. But after a successful fit of the boots, she could not wait to try on the belt. She immediately set down the cover plate and removed the petite ring that normally adorned her mound. It was difficult inserting the heavier ring and hurt a lot at first, but she eventually pushed the ring thru her flesh and screwed the ball ends in place. There was no mention of the epoxy inside the ball ends that would forever lock the spheres to the C-Shaped ring preventing its removal long after the chastity belt was removed. She then used the pliers with the unusual curved jaws to squeeze the C-Shaped ring until the ball ends touched each other. With the two ends touching, she snapped the wrench over the two spherical ends and released the pliers. The wrench held the ends tightly together pinching the C-shaped ring to nearly half its original diameter. She stood there in the workshop with the metal wrench dangling above her pussy as she removed the Y-shaped cable from the desk. She closed the locking handle and inserted the lower cable into the bottom hole pushing it up until the handle popped open. She took a deep breath contemplating her next move and after what seemed like an eternity, she decided to proceed. She spread her legs as much as her boots would allow and prepared to undertake the next item. She placed the two cables behind her back as she lifted the triangular plate to her crotch. She carefully lifted the hexagonal wrench and inserted it through the slot and positioned the rubber covered dildo to her waiting lips.

She was at first disgusted by the torturous device, but justified trying the device on for herself reminding her of Frank and Mike's motto "working items are worth way more than broken ones." So she pressed on eagerly awaiting the crazy device that she had in her hands. She was embarrassed to find that her pussy was glistening and practically dripping as she rubbed the silicon phallus against her moist lips. She slowly pushed the plug into her pussy as the full length gradually disappeared inside her. As she guided the plug within her she gently pulled on the wrench threading it through the slit. She was reading the instructions over and over making sure she was not doing anything wrong as she pushed the dildo deep between her lips. As the last of the length was buried between her legs she pushed it tight as she moaned and twisted the wrench. With a loud "POP" the wrench released the ball ends and they snap into the corners of the slot. She tried to pull the plate away from her pussy but it immediately yanked on the ring preventing the extraction of the plate. She panicked for several minutes trying to figure out how to remove the ring so she could loosen the plate from her body. After about thirty minutes she determined she was stuck and her only option was to finish the installation and assume she could remove it once the installation was complete. She read the full instructions for the hundredth time and reluctantly flexed the cables around her hips and inserted them into the holes at the top of the plate. With all three cables in place, she started to rotate the keys and operate the lift handle trying to keep all three cable ends in sync as she progressed. With each turn she tried removing the keys hoping that every turn would be the last. Eventually the cable splitting her rear cheeks moved through the center of the plate and went thru the diameter of the C-Shaped ring. She ran to the mirror and realized that with the ends of the ring locked to the plate and the thick cable inserted through the middle, there would be absolutely no releasing the ring or touching her private parts while the plate was in place. Furthermore the end of the crank handle fully covered the buried ring and fit tightly over the dial valve. She continued turning the upper keys until they started to click much like the gas cap on her car when she over tightened it. She immediately tired to loosen it, but the key simply fell out of the hole and could not be reinserted.

As she cautiously bent over to pick up the keys off the workshop floor she realized she was standing next to the shops ball and chain. This was a welcoming present from Daniel to Carissa to commemorate the new shop. It was an antique cannon ball that the boys had found in an old bar. They bought it for a song and found out it was over three hundred years old and worth a fortune. Unfortunately it proved harder to sell then they thought and had been sitting around the shop collecting dust for years. The boys would often call back to the shop asking about the how their Ball & Chain was doing and it soon turned into a euphemism for Daniel who was stuck back in Iowa keeping track of them and prodding them along. Daniel really didn't like the thing and liked even less being referred to as the >Ol Ball & Chain<. So when the new shop opened, that was the first item she sent down to Tennessee as a welcoming gift to the new shop and the new shop girl. The thing didn't look like much from afar, but upon examining it, you instantly knew it was real. On one end of the chain was a large welded ring about two inches in diameter and nearly 3/8 of an inch square. The ring was made from square rod and twisted to form a loop that looked almost like licorice. The loop was seamless and was linked to the end of a heavy weight six foot chain. The chain continued down to the ball and was simply cast into the iron ball. The ball was small in comparison, less the 6 inches in diameter, but weighed almost 30 pounds including the weight of the chain. Even though it was smaller, it weighed over twice as much as her bowling ball. As she knew the story behind the ball and chain she knew that she would be stuck with the item until they opened a third shop, So without a moment's hesitation she grabbed the keys and the end of the chain and looped the end of the chain through the handle of the lower crank. With both upper cylinders locked in place and the keys safely placed on the counter she continued operating the crank handle to tighten the bottom cable. With the chain looped over the handle she cranked the handle, then removed the loop and cranked again, then reattached the loop and cranked again. She alternated back and forth teasing herself with the risk of being stuck locked to the chain. On the 13th crank it happened. She moved the crank to the locked position and the crank sounded a "BANG" as it snapped shut and the key fell to the floor. Before she realized it, the deed was done and the ball and chain was now dangling behind her locked to her chastity belt. She pulled at the chain and tried to release the handle but the mechanism was locked and she was now attached to the ball and chain. Daniel may have been called the Ball and Chain, but Carissa had just become the Ball and Chain. She could not believe how foolish she had been and was amazed at how silly she felt wearing the insane metal boots and the unbelievable metal thong as she walked around the office with the cumbersome metal ball dragging behind her.

She now had all three keys in her hand and her waist wrapped in steel. The triangular plate dug into the sides of her thighs as she walked around the office. The thick metal plate completely covered her private mound while the lift handle and dial valve protruded about another inch or two beyond that. The lift handle was raised above and below the dial valve allowing two very easy loops to tie or lock a restraint to or to attach a leash or lead to humiliate the occupant. She soon realized the raised thick mechanism of the plate and the handle as well as the very mechanical nature of the device would bring her bikini wearing days to an end. Worse still the heavy metal ball made walking clumsy at best and sounded like a tank rumbling through the workshop as the chain tugged on her pussy as it yanked back and forth as she moved. She turned around in the mirror to look at her butt and noticed how closely the metal cables resembled a thin thong. She toyed with the metal cables and hooked her finger in and around the small triangle formed by the wires realizing that the cables could easily be used to restrain and humiliate her as well. As her left hand traced the cable along her hips and ass; her right hand was feverishly pumping the lift handle on the front of the plate trying to stimulate her bound pussy beneath the plate. Unfortunately the cables were so tight that she could barely move the plate and therefore received absolutely zero feeling or stimulation beneath the chastity device.

She walked about the office, but her oversized baggy sweatshirt constantly obscured the view of the remarkable device. She was now incredibly turned on and quickly ripped off her shirt allowing her breasts to swing free so she could see the device in all of its beauty. She couldn't seem to let the device alone and was constantly touching it and fondling it. She eventually put the keys and instructions back in the envelope and set them on the counter so she wouldn't lose them. It also freed up both hands so they would not interfere with the exploration of the chastity belt. With each second she became more turned on and more frustrated with each movement. She sat down on the couch and noticed how the plate dug into her legs and seemed to naturally force them open. She tried to keep them closed, but her hormones seemed to be raging out of control as she kept opening her legs as she continued rubbing and touching her entrapped pussy. She stayed in the device for an hour trying to defeat the incredibly well-built piece until she decided to unlock the device before going upstairs to her apartment. As she walked to the desk, she remembered the third box.


Chapter 5 - All In

Her frustration level was growing and she thought she had her fun for a rainy afternoon. She had the two envelopes for the belt and boots in her hand. But the mystery of the third box was proving to be too much and she could not avoid looking into the last box. She removed the box and found a third metal device. This one was nearly as perplexing as the second one. There were three keys in the envelope that had cone shaped funnels attached to the end. She set the envelope, keys, and cones to the side and proceeded to examine the two large metal items. The first piece had two rings attached to a wide band of shiny steel that extended up, and looped around like a ribbon. It crossed back over the first side and ended in another large ring. All of the steel bands were very thin but extremely hard to bend. The two rings were about an inch tall and had a series of metal pins protruding out the sides. Where the two steel bands crossed over each other, there was a short metal pin welded to the back band that stuck through the top band. The metal pins held the two steel bands together and one of the cone shaped locks held the band tightly together once installed.

The second piece had two large semi-spheres attached to another metal strap which formed a large C-Shape. The tops of the metal spheres had a grooved circular opening which looked like the profile of a gear that was just over an inch in diameter. Holding the two spheres in her hands, she started manipulating the two pieces and started to figure out the device. She grabbed a half-sphere in each hand and with great difficulty spread the two ends apart and opened them up far enough to get them around her body. She wrapped the band of the second piece around her back settling the spheres under her breasts. She placed each cup over her naked breasts and was amazed that these seemed to be built for someone with an equally large chest as she. Seeing the grooves on the inside of the bottom lip of the half-spheres, she soon realized that the spheres fit over the rings which must fit around her breasts. She excitedly unfolded the letter inside the envelope and found a set of barbells about an inch in length with steel spheres on each end. The gauge of the barbell was similar to the ring now adorning her pussy, but larger than the gage she currently wore in her freshly pieced nipples. But she had just run into the girl who pierced her nipples in the local coffee shop a couple days prior. After they snuck off to the restroom to make sure they were healing fine, she was given the okay to change the gauge or type of piercing she wore as long as it was reasonable. She unfolded the instructions and began to read.

CAUTION- Chastity Bra: The cone shaped locks are matched to the individual cups and cannot be interchanged. In case of an emergency, DO NOT cut the steel rings or attempt to cut or torch the metal off under any circumstances. Puncturing or damaging the silicon padding will cause a chemical reaction permanently gluing your skin to the metal panels prohibiting removal.

1. To install the bra, unlock the tumbler from the post on the criss-cross straps.

2. Slid the top half off the pin and place the Left Ring in your Right Hand and the Right Ring in your Left Hand.

3. Pull the rings away from each other to manipulate the crossed straps to a U-Shape wide enough to accept your neck.

4. Slowly let the straps cross back over each other and place the rings over each breast.

5. Carefully slide each ring over the body of the breast as you align the locking pin through the upper strap.

6. Once the rings are seated and the pin is inserted, use the lock barrel to secure the two straps together.

7. Insert the special barbells horizontally through the base of your nipples and secure the ends with the metal spheres.

8. Grabbing a sphere in each hand, stretch them wide enough to fit around your waist and move up your body and position over your breast and onto the seated rings.

9. Push the metal cups onto the base rings until they are clicked into place.

10. Carefully pull the barbell through the openings at the top of the sphere and pull out the ends.

11. Place the cone shaped locks over the ends of the sphere and engage the barbell into the cone.

12. Rotate the key clockwise until the key can be removed.

Happy 28th Birthday Nancy - Edward Werkes

While she was reluctant to try on the Chastity belt, the bra actually excited her and she was already half inside the contraption. Following the instructions to a T- she grabbed each ring and untwisted the rings causing the neck to expand so she could get the neck piece over her head and above her shoulders. She was sweating as it took all of her strength to keep the rings from snapping closed and loping off her neck in the process. With great care she slowly let the rings spring closed around her neck and placed the rings over her breast as instructed. The rings were tight to her breasts and she was forced to squeeze, pull and contort her tits to slip them through the rings. With the pin holding the two ribbons of steel together she admired her two large breasts as they sat atop the silver rings. The tight rings caused her already big breasts to swell slightly and point straight out from her rib cage and made them appear larger than they already were. She could feel a slight constriction in her breasts but it was not so severe as to cut off circulation completely. While admiring her breasts in the mirror, she removed the delicate rings from her nipples, dripped a little ointment in the holes and then inserted the special barbells which were nearly twice the gauge as her rings.

She toyed with her nipples briefly as they sat atop her enormous mountains before adding the metal spheres to her situation. Carefully she grabbed each half-sphere and gently lifted it over each breasts and slowly let the large cups come to rest over her large breasts. Working one breast at a time she pushed the cup onto the base while pulling on her nipple rings to extract them through the cogged shaped opening at each nipple. As she pushed and pulled each breast she was careful not to pinch her sensitive skin between the two metal pieces. Her breast filled the cups to capacity and finally clicked into place onto the silicon coated metal rings hanging from her neck. She let her hands to her side so she could admire the fit of the metal mechanism encircling her rib cage. Her bar belled nipples were perfectly centered into the shaped hole which perfectly outlined her areolas. She grabbed the last piece of the puzzled and placed the cones and keyed tips over each nipple aligning the groove inside the cone to the ends of the barbell. Using the key she rotated both keys at the same time locking the tip into the cog shaped opening at the end. As she rotated the key the barbell was pulled up into the cone as it stretched her nipple inside its shell.

She tried rotating the key the other way and tried to remove the cone, but much like her shoes and belt, she would be unable to remove the keys until they were completely installed. All attempts failed and she was forced to continue screwing the key further into her nipples. Finally with one last turn the key popped off in her hand leaving the cone shape cover behind. The barbell was caught at the tip of the cone and forced her nipple to protrude out the end of the metal cove. Her large breasts looked like they were topped off with tiny shiny ice cream cones which reminded her of Madonna's old videos from the 80's. She always had big puffy nipples but now they were being pulled off her chest and pointing out like tiny pistols. She walked around the office dripping wet as the rain continued pouring on the outside. She pranced around the office dragging her heavy steel ball in tow as the hidden cameras recorded her every move. The frustration and denial was getting the better of her and she secretly was planning on heading upstairs and giving herself a workout with her favorite battery operated friend.

It was getting close to dinner time now and she estimated that she had enough fun for one day and it was time to put the toys away so she could go upstairs and take care of business. As she walked over to the work bench to retrieve the keys, she had a delicious idea to prolong her agony a little longer. Rather then remove the keys, she placed the keys and the envelope in each box and put them back in the safe until after dinner. She bent over with her chaste ass high in the air, closed the heavy metal door, rotated the handle to the lock position and spun the combination to some random number and went upstairs to make dinner for herself. She walked through the workshop and dragged the ball across the garage making sure the back doors and garage entries were closed and locked. Returning to the front of the shop she turned off all the lights and proceeded upstairs. She climbed the first two steps before the heavy iron ball got caught in the diamond plated risers of the industrial stair case. She picked the ball up in her hands quickly realizing exactly how heavy 30 pounds of metal really weighed.

Cooking dinner was nearly impossible. Her mind wandered constantly and she had a hard time keeping her wits about her. She was extremely happy when she finally finished cooking and did her best to enjoy her meal. In all honesty, while one hand was busy forking food into her hungry mouth, her other hand was busy trying to stimulate her hungry pussy. Unfortunately only one hand was successful while the other only seemed to make her irritated situation worse. She finally could not take it anymore and had to go down stairs to get her freedom. Even though she was alone and had spent the entire afternoon completely naked that did not stop her from grabbing her silk nighty from the closet and wrapping and tying the delicate belt around her waist under the steel bra entrapping her breasts. She cautiously stepped down the stairs in her awkward heals. The tall spike heels and the stiff ankle made her descent down the stairs painfully slow. By the time she made it down the stairs the sexy smooth nighty had rubbed her nipples relentlessly and they were rock hard and throbbing with excitement. She could not believe that something so silk smooth could cause such irritation. It was then that the evil genius of the chastity bra was evident. The steel spheres kept her tits isolated and safely tucked away but the cones forced her nipples to rub against any item of clothing causing her constant excitement that she was unable to relieve.

Before she made it to the lobby she had untied the belt around her waist and her nipples were once again exposed for all to see. She flicked on the lights in the lobby to open the safe to finally earn her freedom. It was then that she realized that she had not filed the invoice since they had not agreed on a price. Instead she placed the invoice that contained the combination in the safe with the boxes and had not removed the combination prior to relocking the safe. She panicked thinking she was stuck forever until she remembered that Chuck kept a record of each combination in his notebook and he would be able to unlock her in the morning. She called him on his cell phone, but he uncharacteristically did not answer the call even though it was barely 8 PM. She reminded herself that even if he didn't keep a copy for himself, he could easily just break the combination like he had that morning and remove the keys and boxes on Wednesday. In desperation she continued looking for the combination for an hour after she arrived downstairs hoping she could find some relief tonight. But she eventually gave up realizing that the combination was safely locked up with the keys and she would have to wait until tomorrow for her release.


Chapter 6 - Day One (added: 2012/02/28)

She awoke tired at 7am from a restless night trapped in her metal trio with the heavy Ball and Chain sitting on the floor next to her bed. She rolled out of bed and nearly forgot about the heavy ball dragging between her legs. She dragged the ball to the kitchen and made breakfast as she looked out the kitchen window and saw the sun rising over the city. There was not a cloud in the sky and the news was predicting full sun and mild weather all day. She knew the store would be busy all day and there was no way she could walk around wearing metal stiletto boots, and matching thong and bra while hauling around a 30 pound 300 year old hunk of iron. She went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to relieve herself. She turned the valve to open and fluid instantly squirted into the basin from the two ports on the side of the handle. She buried her head into her hands and tried to prepare for what was to come next. She began to grunt and squirm as her ass cheeks started to pucker. She had not been to the bathroom in almost 24 hours and she could not wait for Chuck to come release her. She sobbed into her hands as tears poured from her eyes while her sphincter let loose a flood of feces that smeared between her ass cheeks the instant it collided with the formed thick cable splitting the cheeks of her ass down the middle. She thought the experience would drag on forever as her own poop seemed to splatter everywhere as she sat helplessly on the toilet. The second she was done, she jumped in the shower and scrubbed her body clean making sure she cleaned every ounce of dirt from her body.

Once she exited the shower and dried off she went to her closet in search of a reasonable outfit for the day. She didn't want to dress too sexy for the day, as her outfit alone was turning her on like a faucet. But she was supposed to meet Charley today and wanted to make sure he noticed her. She found an oversized baggy light blouse that she decided to wear for the day and along with a medium length blue skirt. She proceeded downstairs to the warehouse where they stored several racks of acquired clothing that they had inherited over past "surprise" picks. She found an old leather satchel with a wide shoulder strap that allowed the bag to hang down by her waist. She loosened the belt on the denim skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. She was once again standing half naked in the work shop fondling her locked latch, ball and chain before trying to find a way to hide it until she could earn her release. She placed the hand bag around her shoulder and lifted the ball and chain into the old weathered bag. The wide strap cut into her should blade as the full length of the chain was dumped into the bag. She leaned over and lifted up her skirt and tightened the belt with the chain digging into her hips as it disappeared into the bag. She zipped the bag closed and buckled the strap. The outfit wasn't perfect, but it would probably fool the majority of the people who wandered into the shop.

The day passed slowly as the warm weather brought out a constant stream of traffic through the store. Every customer commented on how great her legs looked and asked how she was able to stand in those shoes all afternoon. Most of the people thru the shop were men who couldn't help but stare as she seemed to be showcasing many objects that she was constantly retrieving from the lower shelves of the warehouse. She prayed that nobody would notice the shiny steel panties under the heavy denim skirt. The few women who stopped in marveled at the incredible boots and were intrigued by the lack of buckles or zippers to close the boots so tightly around her calves. She was leaving regular phone calls to the locksmith between customers who seemed oblivious to her plight inside her steel prison. The calls became more desperate as the day dragged on until he finally picked up around 2 PM. "Good Afternoon, Charley speaking. How can I help you?"

"Oh God Charley, it's you, where have you been, I've been calling all day and you didn't answer. That's not like you." He tried to calm Carissa down as she sounded like she was on the verge of a panic attack. He proceeded to explain that he went out of town with some friends last night and caught his favorite basketball team with some old friends. On the way home his phone fell out of his pocket and landed in a deep rain puddle that immediately killed his phone. He spent the day waiting for the cell store to open so he could replace his blackberry and get it programmed to sync with his home office and website. When he finally got the new phone ready he spent the rest of the day catching up on missed appointments. Carissa interrupted him a couple times to greet customers in her own store as he rambled on about the hellish day he's had. "That sounds like one catastrophe after another, I'm very sorry to hear that." Who knew that a lock smith had bad days too? "But I was wondering about the safe, I locked it last night and forgot I left the safe combination inside. Could you tell me the combination?"

"Ahh Shoot, Cris, I wish I could, but unfortunately I had a couple other jobs after yours and used up my last tablet of invoices. I left your book of carbons back at the shop; I won't get back to it until late tonight. Besides, you haven't paid me for the first time I cracked it, and now you want me to give you the combination again." He laughed but she failed to see the humor considering her current predicament. Carissa bit her lip on the other end of the phone and asked him when he would be coming by today. "Yeah, very sorry about that. I need to push you back to Thursday. I am so backlogged today and way on the other side of town. I gotta a big walk-in safe over here that needs work. It's gonna be an all day thing. But I promise I will be over in time for lunch tomorrow. On Me." Carissa was crushed. It looked like she would be spending another night locked up toting around the 30 pound iron weight dangling between her legs. "Oh but wait till you and the boys hear about that safe. The mechanism is on my bench running tests right now. I managed to get a bunch of research down last night before the game and this morning in the library while waiting on my new phone. Even if the safe was filled with rust, it will be worth its weight in gold!" Carissa could tell that Chuck was getting excited over the phone. "The boys did good on this one, we are both going to make a mint when this one sells!"

The shop stayed busy all afternoon which helped keep her mind distracted, but did nothing to help speed the day along. People kept filtering through all day long and she was having a record sales day for the new shop. She normally closed at five but she closed the door behind the last person at 6:30. Mike and Frank had called in that evening to get a couple leads and were slowly working their way farther from home in search of antique artifacts. They asked about the safe and she said it was cleaned up and the mechanism was out for repair. She denied opening the boxes in the safe, but mentioned that Charley had done some research and they were set to do very well on the safe. When she told them the shop was super busy today and listed off the things she managed to move they asked if there was any interest in the Ball and Chain. She had already closed up shop and turned out the lights and pulled the drapes. She was now sitting behind the lobby counter; her skirt was crumpled up on the floor as the heavy ball sat on the floor next to her office chair. She had unbuttoned her blouse to give her nipples some relief from the constant stimulation from her shirt rubbing on her pulled and pierced breasts. She looked down at her exposed body connected to the chain on the floor. "You could say there was interest, but no deals. It's still here." Mike and Frank kept her on the phone a bit longer until they pulled into their motel for the night to get some dinner and get ready for tomorrow.


Chapter 7 - Day Two (added: 2012/02/28)

Thursday Morning was a repeat of Wednesday. Exhaustion helped her sleep thru the night but she tossed and turned all evening long, her dreams were haunted by one erotic misadventure after another. When she awoke in the morning the comforter was crumpled at the foot of the bed while her sheets and pillows were strewn everywhere. She dragged her chain to the bathroom to relieve herself and sobbed while she thought of the disgusting crap getting squeezed between her cheeks. She immediately jumped in the shower and cleaned up so she could make breakfast and face the morning once again trapped by her own curiosity. She picked up her oversized blouse from yesterday and grabbed a black leather skirt which tightly gripped her ass and clung to her legs and stopped midway down her thighs above her knees. She grabbed a matching leather belt and a retro black leather tie to wrap around her neck and help hide her steel collar. With the leather satchel around her neck, she scooped up the Iron ball and chain and deposited it into the vintage bag.

The shop was slower then yesterday with lots of lookers but fewer buyers as the storms from Tuesday seemed to be moving back into the area. True to his word, Charley showed up just in time for lunch with an antipasto salad and a tray of lasagna from the local Italian joint downtown. He could tell that Carissa was anxious to get back in the safe and felt bad for missing his appointment yesterday. He was going to ask Carissa out and wanted to make sure there was nothing that could hurt his chances to extend their friendship beyond their job descriptions. He took a seat across from Carissa and they made small talk as he placed the food on the lobby table. Talk eventually turned to the safe and he cleared the lobby table setting the time lock mechanism on the granite counter along with a bunch of papers.

"The boys did good!" Charley started out saying. "The DieBold Lock company started in 1859 and became world renowned in the 1870's when all 878 safes that were involved in the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 survived with their contents intact. That's when THE John Davison Rockefeller ordered a custom one off Time Lock Safe in 1872. He requested a one off time mechanism that could be rewound from the outside to keep time and could be set for up to 999 days and 99 hours. He kept the safe until 1893 when it was publicly announced that the original story about the cow knocking over the lantern wasn't entirely true. He then gave the safe over to his son John D Junior who would later take over the Rockefeller Empire." As he told his story he produced pictures and articles of the family and the safe that aligned with his story. "Junior was never comfortable with the time sensitive safe. He had to keep winding the clock spring inside to make sure it kept time. So he turned the interior door panel upside down and set the timer to zero so time would never be an issue with unlocking the safe. Senior passed away in 1937 which prompted Junior to give the safe to his son Nelson who was about to turn thirty at the time. Nelson loved the antique safe and kept it alongside his bed as a night stand. He kept a small caliber handgun, some bullets and his wife's most favorite jewelry in the safe." He produced several pictures of the Nelson master suite. There was a tall lamp in the corner where the scratches were along with a large drinking glass which he kept by his side each night thus explaining the damage to the top of the safe."

Charley continue with his story. "Now Nelson loved the old safe and returned the timer back to it's original location and function. But he didn't like the old-fashion timer and the constant winding the safe required. His neighbor next door had a small machine shop and built custom gun cabinets. Stephen Werkes had immigrated from Germany and had his growing machine shop for about ten years. He offered to modify the timer mechanism to bring it up to 1950's standards. He was in his thirty's at the time and his son was knee high to a grass hopper and loved hanging out in the shop even though it was no place for a young child. His wife Katherine worried terribly and continually had to escort him back to the safety of the house. He lined the interior walls with another layer of modern steel to improve on the already overdesigned safe construction. He pulled the timer and added a battery backup and a 120 volt power cord. Stephen passed away at an early age twenty years later in 1968. Nelson still owned the safe and vowed to pass it on to Stephen's grandson Edward who was born just a few months prior. Nelson Rockefeller would die ten years later." Carissa recognized the name Edward Werkes and her interest level was increasing with every second. "Edward grew up to be accomplished machinists having inherited two generations of knowledge. While he continued making gun safes and locking cabinets, that was not his true love and the business was starting to fail as the economy grew more perilous in the early years of the new millennium. His interests were more underground and his shop was rumored to be a premier manufacturer of bondage and personal restraints for the High End S&M Crowd but there was little evidence of this affiliation to be found anywhere."

Carissa began to blush as she sat at the counter with her stiletto boots locked on her feet. Her pierced pussy locked behind a polished plate of steel secured to a 1700's era ball and chain between her legs. Her erect nipples were standing at attention beneath the flimsy white shirt hidden under a pair of thick stainless orbs. She could easily confirm the rumors were absolutely true but hoped that it would not come to that revelation. "Edward was fascinated by the intricate locks that his grandfather had created. He learned everything he knew from his Grandfather and his dad encouraged him to push the limits. By the time Edward was 18 he had taken nano-machining to new levels creating multilayer devices that were impossible to pick with modern tools. His keys were said to be . He was driving himself out of the lucrative gun safe market insisting on the extremely intricate expensive locks. Many customers would have him build a safe with no lock and then have it retrofitted to accept a more traditional lock. In 1999 he married the love of his life Nancy Reilly who was ten years younger than him and well known for her modeling career and the risqué fetish photos taken for various underground publications. The marriage further fueled the rumors he was a maker of S&M equipment which tended to discourage his more traditional gun customers. He kept the safe by his bedside where it was rumored to contain various personnel items dear to his wife's heart." He showed her a couple of the X-Rated photos of Nancy Werkes who had the exact same body as Carissa, her breasts were just as big, but she could not tell if they were natural. But the shape and length of her legs, the size of her waist, the shape of her butt. They could have been twins. "They hardly ever used the time mechanism and Nancy grew tired of vacuuming and tripping over the cord so she cut it off and it was never fixed. Nancy and Edward were killed a few years later in 2006 in a car accident. His estate, including his manufacturing company was sold at auction and the safe was most likely sold with the house." Carissa was reading the newspaper article about the accident and realized the accident happened right before Nancy's 28th birthday. She probably never knew what Edward was hiding in the safe. Edward probably never found out how well his contraption would have fit his wife's body. What a shame she thought.

Carissa was amazed that he was able to learn so much about the safe and even more surprised that after 140 years it was in near perfect order. She reached beneath the lobby counter and was ashamed that she was dripping wet as her pussy seemed to flow like a river. Learning her body was now locked behind impenetrable steel with state of the art multilayer lock tumblers that could not be defeated just made her hornier. "Wow - That's incredible, you learned all that in two days? So what do you think we should sell it for?"

"Okay, the safe of that vintage alone is probably three or four thousand. But since it's been modified that would normally detract from its value. However as it was modified and updated to new standards while the original timer is still intact and working and that it was modified by another well know lock and safe builder. It actually helps its value. Additionally the safe is easily documented and is one of a kind. It is the only time lock safe to this day that can run for almost three years. Plus it was owned by the Rockefeller family. If I were selling it in my shop, I would put a tag on it of $30,000 and not sell it for a dime under $25,000. You would be hard pressed to find a more famous or well preserved item."

"Wow! $30 Grand! That's impressive! So what about the lock? Could you repair the timer?" Charley turned his attention to the timer looking awfully proud of himself. He unwrapped the timer from a small cardboard box and folded a towel on the counter to avoid damaging the counter top.

"The timer is equally magnificent." Charley jumped right into its history and repair. "This is actually the original custom timer that DieBold had made specifically for the Rockefellers. Unlike most timers of the day that would only count to two or three days at a time. Rockefeller had specified a five digit timer that could be set as far as 999 days and 99 hours into the future. The timer and safe were late 1800's and were completely manual. I used this key from another DieBold safe that we scrapped a while back. You would use this key to tension the spring from either the inside when the door was opened or the outside through the hole next to the handle." At that point he picked up the repaired timer and moved into the workshop so he could install the timer and continue his explanation. Carissa stood up from behind the counter and walked across the floor with her steel heels clicking all the way. Charley stopped half-way through his discussion when he heard the clicking of her heels and lost his thought completely as he practically drooled over the incredible shiny boots and long lean legs.

He stammered for a second as she purposely wiggled her ass as she sauntered up to him. He used the towel from the counter and laid it on the top of the safe. He gathered his thought and started in again. "You can see the rusty ring and the circular scuff marks in the back corner where Nelson; 'Nelson Rockefeller, grandson to the man himself'; would set his glass of water at night and the lamp that you see here in this old photo. It's remarkable how much information aligns with old photos and articles about these old safes. There are books written about the evolving history of safes." He stopped again and took a few moments to appreciate the incredibly gorgeous woman standing next to him. He stepped away from the counter to retrieve his invoice book he left on the lobby counter. He walked back to the workshop slowly as he checked out Carissa's magnificent ass as she leaned over the old safe examining the refurbished timer. He shuffled through the back of the binder to locate the invoice and found the combination for the safe. He knelt down in front of the safe and ran the numbers and quickly opened the safe. He lingered in front of the safe for longer than needed with his head just inches away from Chrissie's ensnared pussy. Carissa saw the safe door was opened and she nearly dropped to her knees to pull the boxes out and run upstairs and release herself. She opted to contain her excitement and wait for Charley to leave before she closed the shop early to take care of her own business.

Chapter 8 - Delay of Game Penalty (added: 2012/02/28)

He stood back up and tried to concentrate on the timer pretending not to notice her supermodel stature. He had removed the invoice and the backing plate from inside the safe and set it on the worktable next to him so he could continue discussing the safe. "So you can see these dials here. These five dials are rotated zero through nine to set the number of days and years. You see there are numbers that are upside down and right side up so when you are looking at the backside of the door, the numbers are right side up so you can view them through the glass windows on the front. The first three dials set the number of days, Zero-Zero-Zero all the way up to Nine-Nine-Nine. The last two digits set the number of hours Zero-Zero thru Ninety Nine. When the counter is set to zero, the pins retract. When there is a time on the clock, the pins spring out and catch into the lock pins on the safe door." He spun one of the dials and the eight pins popped out. As he kept rotating the dial back to zero, it pulled the pins back in disengaging them from the lock bolts. "Now the timer has been updated. The old timer had to be constantly rewound every evening. If it was not wound the timer would stop running and stop counting down thereby delaying the inevitable release. This constant rewinding is what prompted the modifications to the timer. The 120 volt power plug keeps the timer counting down regardless of the spring. The battery pack and motor kick in when the plug loses power and the original wound spring takes over when the plug is not plugged in and the batteries have died out. It's a double redundant fail safe and keeps the owner from having to constantly wind the clock." As he was talking he was flipping the timer from front to back while pointing out the various features. But Carissa could hardly paying attention as she was so focused on the possibility of release from the open door safe beneath her.

"So the back panel here fits over the timer so you can see the dials from the inside, rotate them to the desired time and then shut the door behind you. If you didn't want to have a time dependant release, you would just set the clock to all zeros and it would operate like a normal safe." He flipped the mechanism over again with the back panel held in place temporarily with the duration of 1-2-3-2-1 displayed through the metal panel and showing through the front face of the mechanism and the pins are pointing out. I have been setting the timer for short hour durations to make sure the works are operating properly. One of the reasons I didn't want to bring the thing back yesterday until I knew it was working right."

"So you have had a chance to test it? And it works properly?" Carissa questioned him as he nodded approvingly indicating everything worked fine. "You know what the boys are always saying. We can sell a working thing-a-ma-jig for more than a non-working one. So what time should we set it for?"

Charley quickly spoke up as if he had been waiting all day for that question. "I was thinking Friday at five pm." Carissa looked at him wondering the significance of Friday at Five. "Well, that way I can be here when Frank and Mike get back and then I can take you out for dinner with the handsome profit that they are going to pay me when they learn about this safe." He looked at his watch realizing it was now two in the afternoon. So he moved the center dial to 1 and the last dial to 3 for one day and three hours.

Carissa was taken aback by the confidence that he showed on not asking her to dinner, but telling her they were going to dinner. "Well that doesn't really work for me. The boys won't be back until next Saturday at around lunch time." She playfully increased the one to a six and the zero-three to two-two hours. She looked back to Charley for his next move.

He grabbed the timer and looked at the dials again. "Okay, but that's actually Thursday at noon." He quickly took the timer and added two days to the timer turning the dials to zero-zero-eight-two-two.

"Oops!" Carissa was having trouble concentrating as her captivity was getting to her. The heavy ball and chain hanging over her shoulder was starting to get uncomfortable. Plus standing in her uncomfortable heels while her sex was smoldering beneath the steel cover was getting to be too much. Trying to act cute and coy while adding days and hours was more difficult than it seemed. Working without a calculator was not working in her favor. She thought for a second and then adjusted the timer again. "It could also be six days and seventy hours, right?" She moved the timer to 0-0-6-7-0

"Well, absolutely. Either way adds up the same. For that matter could be 0-0-5-9-4." Charley adjusted the clock again and spun it back around for her approval. He was happy to see she was more than just a pretty face and fully understood the setting of the timer and how the clock would work.

"I agree, so is it a date?" Carissa blushed as she felt a little desperate. The simple dinner date was escalating to a week of denial being tormented by the trio of metal currently locked onto her body.

"Hmm, well I can do next week, but Saturday is no good." So he took the timer in his hands and adjusted the timer again. "I was going to make dinner reservations at six for that great Italian place so we can have dinner and make it out to the park to catch at dusk." He wound the Day dial back to four and the hours to Ninety Nine and pushed the timer back over to Carissa. "They are playing the original and remake of the Italian Job at the old amphitheater and thought it would be fun to relax in the park while watching a couple movies and enjoying a night under the stars."

Carissa was nearly melting as this guy seemed to be playing his cards to a T. "I love Replay in the Park!" It was something that the local community did to bring people out and take advantage of the city parks in a safe and fun way. They would play the original version of the old movies, most of which were in black and white, then the remade versions with all the current actors and colored film for the younger generations. "Okay, you have a deal. And if you play your cards right, I will give you a special peek at the contents of the safe." She grabbed the timer and set it to 0-0-5-8-3 and pushed the time back to Charles. He stared at it for a minute then mumbled Friday night, Saturday morning at 1 AM actually. She could feel her juices running down her legs realizing that she was betting her freedom for the next week on the spin of these dials. She couldn't believe how turned on she was getting each time they turned the dials on the safe timer. "That's right. If we have a good date, we can come back here and I will give you a sneak preview of what was inside the safe before the boys come home. Is it a deal?" She secretly really wanted out right now, but she had a weakness for all things Italian and watching a couple classic movies under the stars and a few bottles of wine being locked away and completely turned on was turning her brain to mush.

"Your killing me! You know what's in the safe don't you!" Charley wanted to look right now as Carissa's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed the timer in one hand and her hand in the other. "It's a deal, but I can't believe you are going to make me wait. I bet you can't keep the secret the whole time." Carissa was in shock as he took the timer and wanted to stop him before he let go but was too stunned. Could she have really just agreed to keep herself locked up for another eight and a half days? It had only been a couple of days and she was nearly already mad. Charley was a little upset that she was going to make him wait, but at the same time he was stoked to be getting a sneak preview of the goods before Mike and Frank. Even better that his dream girl was agreeing to a night on the town rather than laughing in his face at the prospect of going out with him.

Carissa was standing behind him speechless. He had knelt down in front of the safe and bolted the timer inside the door. She wanted to stop him but her libido was in overdrive and her heart was beating a million miles a minute. He started to install the cover plate over the timer as Carissa was gasping in denial as her entrapment was about to be extended. She reached down to stop him when he secured the last bolt and swung the door close. He grabbed the handle and spun the combination lock when Carissa finally panicked and spoke up "Wait!!"

Charley had his hand on the lock handle and looked up at Carissa in anticipation. "Did you change your mind? Can I look what's inside?" Carissa had one hand on his shoulder and another over her crotch as she shook her head trying to clear his mind. "Oh, your evil." He said jokingly. "I guess I'll have to wait until next week." He closed the handle shut, sliding the bolts into the safe wall and spun the combination lock a second time to be sure. He then looked at the timer and realized what he had done. When they were playing with the timer on the counter, they were reading the timer from the backside of the safe. Therefore the minutes were actually on the two left dials and the days were on the three right dials. When he peered through the three tiny windows, the time displayed was 3-8-5-0-0, not 0-0-5-8-3. "Oh oh. I don't think Mike and Frank are going to be very happy with us." Carissa looked at Charlie confused trying to figure out what he meant. "It seems our little game has backfired." I thought I was reading the timer conventionally, from left to right, but neglected to consider we were setting it from the backside going right to left." Carissa still did not comprehend what had gone wrong. "We actually set the timer for Three Hundred Eighty Five days and zero hours, not Five Days and Eighty Three Hours."

The news hit Carissa like a ton of bricks and she immediately dropped to her knees. She knelt down in front of the safe and read the five small dials through the tiny magnified viewing windows. Sure enough the first three dials of Days were set to 3-8-5 and the last two dials of Hours were set to 0-0. She grabbed the lock handle to try and open it and it wouldn't budge. She grabbed the combination from the invoice and spun the dial a dozen times to no effect. All the while Charlie stood over her shoulder assuring her there was no way to open it and they would have to wait for the timer to cut down. Carissa rattled off a hundred questions about picking the lock, using torches, cutting the safe open, dynamite, drills, anything under the sun. Charley tried to calm her down explaining the only way to open it was to destroy it and he would never destroy such a priceless artifact and the boys would never allow it to be destroyed when they could make $30 Grand off its sale. She begged and pleaded and prayed that there was some way out of her predicament. She sat back on her haunches with her knees up in the air. The heavy leather satchel hit the concrete floor like a bus and a loud thud resounded through the small workshop. The shiny metal plate was fully visible through her spread legs as the skirt was crawling up her thighs as she sat back in dismay. The heavy stranded cables around her hips and ass dug deep into her flesh as she gently rocked back and forth in complete confusion. She folded her arms over her knees helping to hide her captive crotch as her huge steel nipple ground into her thighs through the fabric of her blouse.

She sat stunned on the floor contemplating what happened trying to calm her nerves. She couldn't take her eyes off the door of the safe as the 385 Days seemed to be mocking her. The incredible heels were surprisingly comfortable on the first day. But her feet throbbed constantly as the pressure in the boots seemed to increase and her muscles ached from being forced into the nearly enpointe position. She begged to have them massaged to relieve some of the tension but could not feel a thing inside the heavy metal confines. She tried to squeeze a single fingernail between the top of the boot and her calves but was unable to find even the smallest sliver of space. She grabbed the heel and tried to flex it hoping she could release the cable tensioning system that was holding the boots tightly closed. Her breasts were throbbing as the sensitive nipples were being crushed against the tops of her thighs. While her one hand remained folded over her knees, the other rubbed her heavy metal breasts beneath her shirt. She tried squeezing and fondling her breasts but felt nothing under the thick steel shell. A tear began to form as she pinched her exposed nipple realizing this may be the only level of satisfaction she may feel for the next year.

Charley had extended her hand to help her to her feet asking why she was so upset about the difference in the expected lock times. Carissa removed her hand from her breast and placed it into Charley's as her other hand straightened her skirt as she rose. She could feel the rubber covered steel dildo shift inside her as the cable around her hips and between her cheeks adjusted to her now vertical position. She placed her hand over her crotch and could feel the three round lumps at the top of the metallic triangle covering her private parts which locked the cables in place. She could feel the large dial that she turned to allow use of the toilet when ever Mother Nature summoned her. She could feel the large crank handle used to tighten the lower cable along with the heavy steel link that was at the end of her very own ball and chain. She silently cursed Daniel for sending it to the shop and hated herself for attaching it the handle of her belt. She could trace the outline of the three steel cables encircling her hips and splitting her ass but could do nothing to remove them. She could feel all the diabolical instruments of her confinement, but that's all she could feel and all she would feel for the next 385 days. Carissa was in tears as she stood on her sore feet as her toes were once again forced painfully deep inside the metal confines of the boot.

Charley was apologizing profusely still bewildered why Carissa was so distraught after the safe was relocked. He kept asking what's wrong but she was too upset to speak. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into him, burying her throbbing metal covered nipples deep into his chest as he hugged her trying to console her. He was so confused and so concerned he did not even notice the hard metal shell digging into his chest as she heaved and panted while hugging him back. It took several minutes for her tears to stop flowing until she felt calm enough to relinquish her arms from his shoulders so the two of them could stand on their own. She turned to grab a tissue from the counter still barely hanging onto the reality of what had just happened. Her metal heels clicking along as she walked to the lobby and back. Charley stood in amazement watching her incredible figure dance across the floor as she returned drying her cheeks and trying to regain her composure. Not know what to do, what to say or what to think, he stammered for several minutes trying to comprehend what had just happened. Hoping to break the awkward silence that filled the workshop, all he could come up with was, "So do I get to find out what was in the safe, or are you going to make me wait a full year?"