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Chapter XXI
"Stand in the circle, face the rear wall, eyes forward, you do not have permission to speak." Sue Ann crossed into the circle on the carpet floor and did as he ordered, standing very still, legs apart to the length of the chain on her ankles, hands locked behind her. He knelt, removed her leg chains, and then took off the handcuffs. "Remove your clothing and put them on the bed, then return to your same position." She took off the blouse and skirt, carefully folding each one and placed them on the bed, then returned to the circle. She saw the box sitting on the folding chair and knew he had something planned, but she had no clue as to what it was. "Hands behind your back." That command she had heard so many times it was becoming an automatic reaction to hold her hands behind her for the cuffs.
She heard him open the box and the sound of metal on metal as he took something out. He was directly behind her so she couldn't see what it was. "Spread your legs farther apart." His foot touched her right ankle. She changed her stance, widening the distance between her feet. "More" he ordered and she complied. What was he going to do?
The first clue came from the cool metal waistband as it touched her skin. It was some type of metallic belt, about two inches wide, just above her hips. He reached around her from behind and somehow hooked the ends of the band together. It was a close fit to her but not uncomfortable. It seemed to be lined with some kind of padded material. She could feel something hanging from the back. "Don't move" he ordered as he came around to face her. She could see the smile on his face, whatever he was about to do he was enjoying immensely.
He reached down between her legs and pulled the rest of chastity belt up and over her sex, covering her tightly as he fastened the front metal shield to the waistband. She could feel two chains running back from the bottom of the shield to the rear of the belt. He locked the front together with an odd-shaped circular key, then stepped back to look at it. He checked the fit of the belt, along her waist and between her legs. Satisfied, he lifted up her chin so he could look in her eyes.
"In case you don't know what this is, it's called a chastity belt. That was the reason for the measurements. They have to be custom fitted, as you can see. The material is a titanium alloy, I made the belt myself from some plans. It is lighter and thinner than stainless steel but stronger, and titanium won't irritate your skin. The lining is a type of foam padding used in medical prostheses, artificial legs and such. It's durable and doesn't cause allergic reaction." He reached down and pulled on the top front of the belt. "Everything locks here." He held up the key. "This key opens it. This one is mine. There is only one key." He did have a spare key in the safe, but thought he didn't need to mention it to her.
"Turn around, face the chair." She turned as he ordered, feeling the front cover rub against her as she moved. He took off the handcuffs then sat down in the chair. "Walk around the room, see how it fits. Tell me if it starts to pinch or chafe your skin." She walked back and forth in front of him. She ran her hands around the waistband, moving it slightly. It was tight and didn't allow much movement. Same for the front, it was close against her, rounded to fit her curve. There was a single long slot cut in the front. She could relieve herself without removing it, but it was too narrow for her fingers. The locking plate didn't move at all. She couldn't see any way to remove it, the band was too tight and stiff to slip over her hips.
Something snapped inside her head. She had to get it off, no matter what. She pulled at the belt, trying to separate the ends or somehow push it down and off. She could not give up this last bit of herself to him. Sue Ann could take the chains, even being deprived of clothes, but she could not surrender to him what this represented, the ultimate in sexual control. Frantically she tried to get it off. "Please sir, take it off. I can't wear this, don't make me do it. Please sir." She was so desperate she would even resort to begging him. She put one hand over the front, pressing against it. She couldn't feel anything. She tried to get her fingers under it, from the side, but it fit much too closely.
"Stop it, right now. I'm not going to remove it." His voice was stern, but she barely heard him. She was preoccupied with finding some way to get off this thing he had placed around her. She continued to pull at it, scratching her skin as she dug her fingers under the waistband. When he grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the door it caught her by surprise.
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