We met at work

We Met At Work

By SuperA  (supera_sa@hotmail.com)

 

This story (written April 2004) is intended to be published in the free domain.  All I ask is that you give me credit by not removing my name or changing the contents other than spelling or grammatical errors.  While it contains many facts, it is part fantasy.

 

Chapter I

 

Dianna knew of me because of my regular phone calls and direct mail to her since I formed my own company.  But because there was intense pressure to make the next software rollout go without a problem and she knew that her other junior programmer just did not have the experience, she went with an experienced contractor.

 

I had never met her before, but always liked the sound of her sexy voice when I did call her - asking for work.  I was doubly pleased when she asked me to come in for an interview and to find she was a slim, well proportioned 5 foot 10 inch woman with black hair.  She apparently liked to dress sexy as when she led me from the lobby to a conference room (for my interview), I could tell she was wearing a thong.

 

Dianna told me, as my project leader, she would be responsible for the success of this major enhancement and that she needed it to go well.  I could tell from our conversation, that she was under a lot of pressure and this could mean her job, if it went like two previous projects.

 

After working side by side for almost 4 months on this very intensive project and then finally installing the software, I asked her out for a few drinks.  (On my last days, I typically ‘treat’ my clients to a few drinks to celebrate the end of the contract.)

 

While at work, we never really discussed life outside the job.  But tonight, she let down her defenses and cried her heart out – literally.  She told me about her divorce, her teenage child who lived mostly with his father, how he stole things from her (and denied it) whenever he lived with her.  How lousy her love-life was.  How she felt like she was going to lose her job had not this project not gone well.  About the long hours she put it, trying to save her job and the impact it was having on trying to find another partner.  She really opened up to me.  As she talked I just listened and my eyes walked over every inch of body.

 

I could not believe someone from the office had not ‘hit’ on this woman before – she was a knockout.  Although very light skinned, almost pale, she obviously knew how to accentuate her facial features with makeup.  Her mysterious green eyes were highlighted by the right amount of mascara.  Her trimmed, arched eyebrows, just below her perfectly manicured bangs along her with full luscious lips were just waiting to be kissed.

 

She was a cheap date.  By that I mean, after only a couple drinks, she was feeling no pain.  We started sitting face to face in a booth, but soon she had slid around and was sitting next to me.  I felt sorry for her and offered to massage her shoulders and back.  I could feel the tension as well as hear it coming out her mouth.

 

The waitress came over and asked if we’d like something to eat, so we said bring us a menu.  After reviewing the menu, we concluded nothing really looked good and that we were going to leave.  Dianna then said, I’ve got some homemade Lasagna at home, how about if we pick up some wine and bread and I’ll warm it up.  It just so happened that my wife had conferences (at school tonight) so I’d be home for dinner alone anyway, so I agreed.

 

As we ate dinner I could tell she was much better.  She was much calmer, not silly, still talkative and just a perfectly fun woman to be around.  I felt some sort of bond forming between us. 

 

During dinner we got around to her recent attempts at the dating game and that led to some beat around-the-bush conversation about sex.  Then she said ‘You’re different, you’re not all the other men.  Although you oogle – yes I can tell you drool over my body – you don’t ask”.  I told her it wouldn’t make any difference.

 

After I said that, I knew I had opened the pandora’s box. 

 

“What is that supposed to mean”, she asked.

 

Well let’s just say I have this condition and have to wear special underwear, I told her. 

 

“And how does that make a difference?”, she queried.

 

I could see no matter what I said, I wasn’t going to satisfy her curiosity.  So I asked her, how kinky she was.  “I am open minded to anything”, she replied.  Anything, I echoed.  Everything, she confirmed.

 

Have you ever surfed the internet and come across site called Altairboy I asked.  Oh yes, she said “it is one of my favorites!”

 

Well, I’m going to tell you a secret, if you promise not to tell anyone.  “My lips are sealed.”  I am superA.  “Oh my God.  Really?  I know you!”

 

“Are you belted now?  Can I see it?”

 

Words were stumbling out of her mouth, faster than she could form coherent thoughts.  There was question after question, random thoughts until I heard – I would love to try it too, but I don’t have a keyholder.

 

Dianna, Dianna, stop!  Did I hear you correctly?   Do you really want to try it?

 

Oh yes, do you know of someone who would help me?  Someone who would lock me in and keep me locked up?  Do you?  Do you?  You always say you have contacts.  Can you really help me?

 

Well now, I think we could work something out.  I have always been interested in locking up my wife, but she has steadfastly resisted.  But I think you would be an excellent candidate.  Do you know what type of belt you’d like to wear?  “No, I hadn’t really given much thought cause I never thought my fantasy would come true”, she said.

 

Well I have, I said.  I want you to go the neosteel web site, get a measuring kit.  I will send you link for the belt I want you wear.  (We went to her computer and I navigated to their site: http://www.neosteel.de/Nsepcbfw.htm.)  Do you have any questions?

 

“No!  Absolutely not.  She was positively thrilled.  I could sense I was going to have a good time with her.

 

Chapter II

I gave her my kinky email address at yahoo (supera_sa@yahoo.com) and told her she should contact me when her measuring kit arrived.  We both knew I would be finishing the contract in the next week or so and probably not be at her work site when it was delivered.

 

A couple of weeks later, I found an email in my mailbox from lady_di.  I immediately knew who it was from and why I was receiving it without even opening it.  I replied to her I needed her home phone number and that we needed set up a measuring date.  Within an astounding 10 minutes, I received a reply.  She must have been waiting, refreshing the mail every couple of minutes.

 

I called her –

 

Hello..

Is lady_di there?

Speaking.  superA, is that you?

Yes.

Oh, I am so excited.  When can you come over?

How about tomorrow after work?

Great!  I’ll be waiting.

Bye.

 

When I arrived at her home, there was a post it note on the door – superA, come on in,  I’m running late.

 

I let myself in and shut the door.  Di?  Dianna?  Are you here?

 

I’ll be right out.  I know you like Scotch, so there is bottle in the kitchen.  Help yourself and would you get a wine cooler out of the fridge for me?

 

I opened the fridge, took out a cooler for her, found a glass and put some ice in for me.  I broke the seal on the Johnny Walker Red label and poured two fingers.  Just as I picked up the cooler to twist off the cap, lady_di appeared.

 

Everyone of the red accented hairs was pulled back into a pony tail, seemingly so tight that they were being pulled out of her scalp.  An already lean torso, was made even curvier by a fire engine red corset accentuating her 36 C breasts.  The nipples were barely covered and the top one third of her cleavage was bulging upward – straining to get out.  Her bare midriff was met by some very low-rise leather pants which perfectly were tailored to cover the 5 inch platform heels.

 

“How do you like my measuring outfit superA?”

 

My cock was straining inside my Reinhold belt as was my tongue straining for words.  Finally I blurted out – I am speechless.

 

“You do like it don’t you?  I wanted to dress up for my new master.  You are going to be my keyholder aren’t you?”, pleaded lady_di.

 

Whoa, Whoa, I said.  We haven’t discussed any of this.

“Well, I’ve found out the chastitybelt experience is not all it can be unless you have a keyholder.  And I don’t know anyone else I can trust with this information.”

 

Hmmmm….I suppose it will be OK for now at least.  But I think you may have things a little mixed up.  This is only a measuring session, not BDSM play session.  And then we need to sit down and discuss this whole process.  What do you expect me to do, what you’re expected to do and all kinds of things.

 

“Oh, you mean chastitybelt contract?  I’ve already drafted one up.  It’s over by the computer.  Take a look at it and let me know what you think.  You wouldn’t believe how long I have thought of being locked into a chastitybelt .  You’re an answer to my prayers.” 

 

“But never in a million years did I ever think you were kinky, especially being locked into a CB.  I mean I had never really looked at you until that day you wore the leather pants to work.  I got to thinking, are you?  Could you be?  I must admit I studied your crotch, but really couldn’t notice anything discernible”, she continued.

 

OK then, did you get a chance to review the website and CB I thought you should wear?

 

“Yes, I did and I can’t wait to get started”, said lady_di.

 

Alright then, let’s get started.  Where is the measuring kit?  And I will need a pencil and paper.

 

As she sash-sayed over with the pencil and paper she asked, “Can I see your CB?”

 

Someday, but not today.  Today is your measuring day.  Now take off the leather pants and get your cute little ass over here.

 

She sat down, took off her shoes and slipped off the pants exposing a black satin thong.

 

When she stood up, I gave her a quick slap on the ass.

 

“Eeek, what was that for?”, she asked.

 

Just for good measure.  You want to play the game, then I will too and we’ll both have some fun.  I grabbed her by her slender thighs and twisted her so she was facing me.  And since I was sitting on the couch, my face was right at crotch level.  This is going to have to go.

 

“What, what?”, she pleaded.

 

This crop of weeds.  Let me give you a quick lesson in hygiene.  If you’re going to wear a belt full time, hair is a prime breeding ground for smell and bacteria.  And since women have another issue to deal with during the month, from now on, you will be shaven clean.

 

“How will I do that if I am locked up?”, she asked quizzically.

 

Everyone in a CB gets hygiene break and if you happen to be locked up 24/7, well, then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to.  I slapped her on the ass again told her to hold still while I made the measurements.

 

Chapter III

We sent off the measurements that night via email and according to the reply, Neosteel said would have her belt in mail within 4-5 weeks.  Sure enough exactly 30 days later, Dianna sent me an email saying NeoSteel had posted her belt. 

 

Ten days later, I got another email from her telling me her belt was here, but she wanted me there for the initial fitting.  I told her that she would have to wait four days until Saturday.  There is just no way I can stop anytime before that.

 

Saturday morning I was woken up about 8:30 in my usual manner – I had a rock hard erection and to go the bathroom.  I peed, put on a bathrobe and went out to find my wife.  I asked her if she wanted to come back to bed to snuggle.  She looked at me funny and asked, “why would I want to do that?”  Well, you know.  “No love, you are not getting out of you belt today and I am just fine.  Go get dressed.  Now get out of my hair!”

 

I followed her directive and went outside to work in the yard.  After 5 minutes, I poked my head in the back door and told I had some errands to run and I’d be back for lunch.

 

I arrived at Dianna’s house about 9:30 – a half an hour early.  She was so glad to see me and I barely got in the door when she lowered her while cotton panties and proudly showed me her shaved pussy.  Have you thought about how you would like to proceed?

 

“I am ready to go full throttle” she said.  OK then, I will lock you up in the basic CB until Monday morning.  And will stop by at 6am to see how you are doing.  That should give you enough time to see how things are going.  Let’s put in on, so I can see how it fits.

 

“Ummm, I have a confession to make superA.  I couldn’t wait and tried it on a couple of times for up to 12 hours overnight.  I’m sorry, I was just so excited.”

 

Not a problem.  Your body needs to get used to it.  How did it go?

 

“I thought very well.  I didn’t get any sore spots or could find anyplace where it would bind or chafe”, said lady_di.

 

Well then, show me how you put it on and then let me examine you.

 

She took off her nightgown and laid on the carpeted floor.  She slid the belt under her ass…Hold it girl.  You’ve got to take off your panties.

 

“Um..oh yeah”

 

Is that how you wore it before – with your panties on?

 

Sheepishly, she said, “yah”.

 

Well if you’re going to REALLY get used to it, those panties have got to come off and as long as we’re at it, let’s lock you up right with the secondary shield and all.  When was the last time you had an orgasm?

 

“You mean with a man?”, she asked.

 

No, just anytime.

 

“I played with my vibrator last night, but I can’t remember how long it has been since I had a man”, she coldly admitted.

 

I got down and sat alongside her.  Do you mind?

 

“Mind what?”, she said fearfully with a quiver in her voice.

 

If I touch you.

 

“Oh that…no sir, do whatever you need to do.  I am willing to be your locked up slave”, she obediently stated.

 

I lightly grazed the inside of her left thigh and taking my finger nails, I slowly, delicately pulled my hand toward her soon to be locked up mound.  I could see the glistening moisture in the crack between her vaginal lips.

 

I parted her lips with my middle finger and then slid it over her clitoris, gently rubbing it several times.

 

“Oooooo….that feels good, so good”, she said.

 

I slipped my middle finger inside of her and with a ‘come on motion’ curled my finger toward her opening.  When I felt that spongy like area just inside of her pubic bone, I knew it was her G-spot.  She confirmed it by moaning, “what are you doing to me”.

 

Just getting you ready to be locked up, my little one.

 

I did that several times and then removed my finger.  Now that I’m done inspecting you, lets install the belt and get you locked up.  Did you do anything while in the belt, I mean take a shower, go the bathroom, etc?

 

“Yes, superA.  I did all three and did not have a problem”, Dianna said.

 

With the secondary shield already in place, I brought the front of the belt over her pussy and laid it down.  I could see it was going to fit perfectly.  Closing the waistband and putting the shield on the mounting post, I asked one more time.  Everything still OK?

 

“Yes, master”

 

CLICK!

 

I’d say you are ready to take the next step.  If this is sure what you want, hand me both sets of keys and I will determine when you will get out.  I instantly felt a sense of power I never felt before.  Now I knew what my wife felt when she locked me up.

 

I took my fingers and lightly pinched each nipple – how does that feel?  (She moaned.).  Then I rubbed the steel plate which covered her loins – how does that feel? 

 

“I can’t feel anything down there.  I know you touched my belt, but I felt nothing other than excitement knowing I am finally locked up.”

 

Well, I gotta go.  I’ll check in with you Monday morning.  Have a good weekend.  And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. 

 

“Very funny superA, very funny” She chortled.

 

 

Chapter IV

I arrived at 6:10 am and knocked on her door and waited.

 

After a couple of minutes I rang the doorbell.

 

Finally, Dianna stumbled to the door.  “Who is it?”, she asked.

 

superA.

 

“Oh, OK, just a minute”.  Then she opened the door.

 

Standing there in a pink fly-away top, her perky breasts were tight round globes and her nipples erect.  How’s it going?

 

“I did get kinda horny Saturday night and wanted to use my vibrator, but I couldn’t really feel anything..  Other than that – OK, I guess.”, she said.

 

Well then, are you ready to wear it work?

 

“Yes, I don’t see why I can’t.” she said.

 

OK then, I will see you tonight about 4 o’clock.  If you have any problems you have my cell number – right?

 

“Yep”.

 

I got back to her place about 3:45, beating her home, so I just waited in my car.

 

By 4:15, Dianna still had not shown up, so I left.  I returned home about 5PM and as usual, started dinner and thru a load clothes in the washing machine.  (Since being locked up, I have assumed all household duties including having dinner on the table when my wife finally shows up – which is usually about 6PM.)

 

At 5:40, my cell phone chirped.  The caller ID told me it was Dianna.  She apologized for being late.

 

I asked her how her day went.  She told me about a bug they found in one the programs I wrote.  I interrupted her and said I mean…the belt.

 

“Oh that, yeah that went OK too”, she said.

 

I cut her off, well Dianna, I gotta go.  My wife will be home soon.  Call me if you need anything.

 

Friday about 11AM I got a call from Dianna’s home phone number.  I skeptically answered the phone.

 

It was Dianna and she was home.  She lost her job.  Even though the last software installation went well, they decided they did not need her talents anymore.  She wanted me to come over.  Since I daytrade when I am off contract, I told her I’d be there about 3:30 – a half hour after the market closed.

 

When I arrived, she was had on a black satin bra underneath an opaque yellow blouse and was in some tight jeans.  I marveled at how well she looked.  And then did a double take as I did not notice her chastitybelt.

 

Daringly, I reached down to her crotch and felt the metal.

 

“Yes, it is still there – secure as ever.  Did you bring the keys?”, she asked.

 

No.  Was I supposed to?  Are you having problems?

 

“No problems, but I sure could use the comfort of my vibrator right now”, she stated.

 

Well then, there is no reason to let you out – is there?  Remember our little deal?  I will determine when you get out and not before.  And if you beg, ask, or plead, the ‘sentence’ is automatically extended.  Remember that?

 

“But, but superA.  Can’t you make a exception for today?”, she pleaded.

 

No Dianna, I can’t.  Your keys are in a safety deposit box at the bank.  I did not want my wife finding them.  And it is after 3 o’clock so I can’t get them anymore until Monday.  Perhaps I can help you in some other way.  Let’s go inside.

 

We sat on the couch in a silent awkward fashion for a minute.

 

“How about a Scotch?”, she asked.

 

Yeah, that would be great.  I’ll have two fingers over ice.

 

She returned with the drinks.  I put my right arm around her and said tell me what happened at work.  As started to unravel the story, I unbuttoned her blouse and started to trace patterns over her right titty concentrating on her nipple.

 

Every once in awhile, she had to twitch and catch her breath.  What’s the matter?  Everything OK?

 

“You know damn well what the problem is, you son-of-a-bitch.”, she shouted!

 

Well Di, I guess you don’t need me anymore.  I gotta go.

“No.  Please?  Don’t go.  I’m sorry”, she pleaded.  “It’s just that I need something right now, something to comfort me and you didn’t bring the keys.”

 

Well….I didn’t know you were so fond of your vibrator.  My wife is not into any toys.  She enjoys vanilla sex and very infrequently I might add.  I have bought her all kinds of stuff.  The only thing she really enjoys is my CB.

 

“You said I could see yours someday, can I see it today?”, she asked.

 

I suppose.  What possible harm could it come to.

 

“Cum too”, she repeated.

 

We both laughed and I said yeah babe, that is something I would like also – to cum too.  But it ain’t gonna happen today – for me or you.  I stood up and started to undress.

 

“Wait…let put on music”, she said.

 

After the music started, I slowly, provocatively started to undress.  First my T-shirt, then my shoes and socks.  Finally I got down to tighty-whities.  Are you ready for this?

 

“Wow, even now I can hardly see anything.  And if I didn’t know you told me you wore a CB, I be a little scared.  Huh?  What I am saying?  What do I have to be afraid of?  You can’t get at me if you wanted to.”, she realized.

 

I lowered my underwear.

 

“What is that”, she asked.

 

That, lady_di is a Reinhold.

 

“It sure looks different from mine”, she stated.  “But, ya know, it really looks kinda cool.”

 

Yep, but hey, look at the time…I really do gotta go.  I’ll give you a call next week.  Are you gonna be OK?

 

“Yes, I’ll be fine, horny as hell, but fine”, she said.

 

Good!  That’s what being in a belt is all about.

 

 

Chapter V

 

Monday, morning I had a margin call – I kind of figured I would, so I called Dianna and asked her if I could come over since I couldn’t daytrade.  She made a joke about the ‘cum over’ statement again and I dismissed like I didn’t hear it.

 

When I got there, it was about 9:30.  She was dressed in street clothes – nothing sexy.  I asked her, nothing special today?  You’re not all dolled up.

 

“Like, for what?  You sure can’t appreciate it.”, she taunted.

 

Oh yeah, I can appreciate a lot of things, I just can’t do anything about it.

 

“Did you bring em?”, she asked.

 

Bring what?

 

“You know…the keys”, she said.

 

Now why would I do that Dianna?  You know I am in charge and you will get out when I decide to let you out and not a moment before.  In fact, just for that little outburst, I do have something special – just for you.  I’ll be right back.

 

When I returned, I had a grocery bag in my hand.  See here, I have several coils of rope, some wrist and ankle cuffs.  How would you like to have a little bondage session? 

 

“Well, I’ve never tried that, but it might be OK”, she said.

 

I dug to the bottom of my bag and produced a leather hood.  I slipped it over my head and laced up the back.  And for you my little one, I have this – a ball gag.  Come over here.  I gently slipped the ball into her mouth and secured the buckle behind her neck.

 

I took off my shirt and pants, and dug into my bag again.  This time I pulled out my leather pants and put them on.  Now it is your turn to remove your clothes I told her.

 

As she stripped down to her chastitybelt, I again marveled at her body.  Why isn’t a woman like this taken?  Perky breasts, and a perky little ass, long slender thighs – all strategically assembled.

 

I told her to lay down on the floor and after buckling the cuffs on each of her wrists and ankles, I took each of her arms behind her back and secured them there.  Joining to them each of her legs, resulting in her being hog tied.

 

Rolling her over onto her right side, over the outside of bra, I traced outlines around her areolas, and tantalized her nipples.  As she became erect, she groaned and squirmed with delight.  I enjoyed the smoothness of her skin as I slid my hand down her side, over the waist band and down the outside of her left thigh.  How are you today?  Are you horny? 

 

Reaching into my left pants pocket, I pulled out a set of keys and dangled them in front of her.

 

“Unnhhh, unnhhh,  ease, eeeease?”, she mumbled thru her gag.

 

Well it has been a little over a week since I put you in this belt, and I told you everyone gets a hygene break and today is your lucky day.  I went into her bathroom, got a couple of towels a wet washcloth and some soap.  I also found an electric shaver.

 

I came back and opened the lock on her chastitybelt.  Oh yes Dianna, you definitely are in need of a cleaning and a shave.  I’m glad you have an electric shaver, there are so many delicate parts down here and I don’t want any of them to get hurt.  I find it is so much easier for me to shave a woman using an electric shaver than with a straight razor.

 

I soaped up the wash cloth and delicately cleaned her private parts and the belt, paying special attention the area around (but not touching) her clitoris.  Hold still now, while I shave you.

 

Her eyebrows raised with a look of fear.  I assured her I was careful and have done this many times before.  I shave my wife, I told her.  During the process, I tantalizingly rubbed my hand over her vaginal area several times and commented, nope not yet, still a few stray hairs.

 

After she was shiny clean and hair free, I said wow, you are ready to be locked up again.

 

“..oh,  ..oh,  ease, eeeease?”, were the sounds that she managed to get out.

 

OK, OK, because you have been a good girl, I will give you a treat.  Several times, I lightly smoothed my hand over her love mound, lightly touching her clit and penetrating her wet sex.  And then I continued down her inner thighs toward her knees.  Does that feel good?

 

“..eff eff” was best she could do.

 

Hold still then while I reposition your legs.  I moved her legs from being hogtied in the back so her ankles were next to her thighs.  Then I moved her hands from behind her to across her chest, but in a folded fashion.   I rolled her over on her back and with my pointer finger made little circles on her stomach, each time getting lower and lower.  When I got to pubic area, I lifted my finger up so it did not touch her.  She tried to raise herself off the floor so my finger would stay in contact with her erogenous zones.

 

Well I guess that is enough for today.  It is time to lock you back up.

 

“..uferA,   ..eease,  …ore    .. ease”, she pleaded.

 

Sorry lady_di, I am in charge, and it feels good to be powerful, besides isn’t this what you wanted?  You wanted to be locked up – you said so yourself.  After slipping her belt underneath her, I pulled up the metal plate and ensuring nothing was being pinched secured and locked the belt.  OK, lets get the rest of you undone.

 

I untied her and removed the ball gag.

 

“You, you are such a tease.  But in the next week or so, my period will come.  You ARE going to let me out, aren’t you?”, she asked.

 

Of course not, there is no reason for you to be out.  And besides as horny as you are, how can I trust you.  Especially since you’re not working, you’ll want to play with yourself all the more.  You need to focus finding a job.

 

“But how?”, she asked.  “I’ll be all messy.”

 

Well you won’t be able to tampons anymore.  Get some pads and lots of them.  Then get some latex pants and maybe some “Depends” depending how heavily you flow.  I would also suggest getting a portable shower head, so you can squirt water all over down there.

 

“You seem to have thought of everything.  You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?”, she said cockily.

 

Hey, hey, watch that mouth girl.  Well Dianna, I have been at this for seven years and talked to a lot people.  I have learned a lot, but never expected I’d get chance to apply my knowledge, especially to a captive woman.

 

“Wh..When will I get out?  Can I ask you that?”, she inquired. 

 

The rule of thumb is a guy should be milked or let out once a month, but I don’t really see that applying to a woman.  But I thought we’d start there – once a month sounds good, don’t you think?

 

Either I would clean you up weekly, or I’ll let you out and stand guard while I let you take care of yourself.  But let me warn you – any authorized touching will automatically double your stay in the belt.

 

And so it went on for several months in that fashion.  SuperA would come over and clean up lady_di about once a week and each time after her period, she was allowed 24 hours out – to do as she wished.  Use her toys, go on a date, anything she wanted to do.  The rest of the time superA kept her locked up for about a month at time…until

 

Chapter VI

 

…until.

 

Oh comon love, please can I get out…I am so friggin horny.  Since my cancer is on the wane and now that I am on not on so many drugs, my testosterone levels are coming back and I am really in need. 

 

You used to allow me to have vicarious sex, but now that you are starting menopause, you seem to want nothing.  “All the better to have you in your chastitybelt, my locked up husband.  That is where you belong.  Remember, the belt is for us…you are always horny and I want you to be available on MY schedule – whenever that is.”, my wife informed me.

 

Then it occurred to superA.  He can get all the vicarious sex he wanted from lady_di.  He couldn’t get the real thing, although he really wanted jack-off more than anything else, but he would settle for whatever he could get.  And besides it might fun to exert his power.

 

Going to his downstairs office, he opened his email and sent lady_di an email, asking if she wanted a special treat today.  She had just had her period last week, so he had cleaned her up and shaved her.  She was always horny.  (If my wife was only like that he thought.)

 

About two hours later, he got a reply saying she was on a job interview, but didn’t feel good about her prospects, so anything right now would be delightful.

 

Stopping at the bank, he got both sets of keys, cause he wanted to play some mind games.  Expecting to only tease Dianna and thus get some vicarious pleasure, he was surprised when he got there and found her in a sheer white blouse and a black leather micro skirt with knee-high boots.

 

Well…you sure look great to me, but I can see why you did not make it to the next interviewing round if you wore that.

 

“Don’t be silly.  I know better than that.”, she said.  “You said you had a surprise for me, so I thought I would surprise you too.  Are you going to let me out for an extended period of time starting today?  Huh?  Huh?”

 

Something almost as good.  I came over because I need some vicarious sex. 

 

“I’ve often wondered how endowed you are and what is behind your locked up chastitybelt”, Dianna said.  “Today, I get to finally find out.”

 

Dianna came over to cop feel and felt something hard.  “What’s this?”, she asked.  “I thought you were going to satisfy me and we were going to have some fun.”

 

We are going to have some fun, but remember – I am in charge here, not you!  Assume the position!

 

Dianna went into the living room and laid on the carpet while I went to get our assortment of toys.  She was stripped down to her underwear when I returned

 

I applied the usual assortment of restraint devices that I use for her hygiene break, except for the ball gag.  Where’s your vibrator?

 

“It’s between the mattress and box spring on the left side of the bed”, she said.

 

After retrieving it, I positioned it between her right thigh and the edge of her front shield and turned it on. 

 

“Oh com’on super a, this is like punishment.  I have tried this before.  I can feel vibrations, but not in the right places”, she said.

 

I kinda figured that you would do something like that.  That is why you have the secondary shield.  It prevents anything from getting to your sensitive love mound or your clit.  But wait. 

 

I turned off the vibe and opened her chastitybelt then pulled away the front shield exposing a nearly hairless pussy.  That looks good enough to eat.

 

“Oh!  Would you?  Could you?  I haven’t had that in years.  That is why I’ve become so fond of my vibrator”, she pleaded.

 

I unhooked her legs and told her to move up to the couch and spread her legs. 

 

Taking each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I twisted, tantalized, teased and pleased them while I kissed her sex.  Just a peck here, and a peck there – ever so delicate.

 

She squirmed, and moaned.  I could tell she was enjoying it especially when I could see the glistening juices on the lips of her pussy.  I took my tongue and stabbed at the opening a couple of times.

 

“Oh yes, oh yes.  That’s wonderful”

 

With big flat licks starting at the bottom of her sex, I got closer and closer to the clit, but always coming up short.  She was starting to breathe heavily.

 

OK.  That’s all.  Lay down on the floor.  Time to get belted.

 

“Huh?  No, please no”, she begged

 

Well Dianna, I am bulging and my cock would love to break out of its confinement, but I can’t.  I have enjoyed as much as I can, so since I am done – YOU are done.  Time to get belted.

 

She continued to beg and plead while I put the belt back on – all to no avail.  Well lady_di, it’s been fun, but I gotta go.  Give me a call sometime, or I’ll see you in about a week.

 

I stepped outside into the rain and ran to my car, got in and started to go back to my home office.  As I got to the construction area on I-494, I was alongside of an eighteen wheeler, when it suddenly veered to the left forcing me into the temporary concrete barriers.

 

The next thing I remember, I was at home in bed. 

 

I groggily sat up feeling like I had to go to the bathroom.  But as I swung my legs out of bed I realized I was catheterized.  I laid back down, feeling exhausted.  My dog who was in the hallway, heard me and started whining.

 

I heard my wife, holler at the dog, “Shadow, be quiet daddy is trying to sleep”.  I heard her pace up and down the hallway.  Finally my wife came.  She opened the door and looked in, “Honey? Are you awake?”

 

Uh-huh.  What happened?

 

You were in a car accident on the beltway.  I want to know where you were.  I want to know why you had your leather pants on.  I have a lot of questions.

 

Well, I, uh, uh – it’s a long story love.  Where are my leather pants?

 

“The police called me and told me you were in accident and I met you at the hospital.  I was trembling by the time I got there.  Then I realized you were belted and got embarrassed.  But by the time I saw you, you were only in a hospital gown and your street clothes and the belt was off.”  Then they told me, “Maam, we’ve seen a lot of things and I don’t want you to worry about that we’ve seen today.  Everything is confidential.  But it appears the device your husband was wearing saved his life.”

 

“When your husband was rammed into the concrete median, part of the door sheared off and had it not been for that device he had on, it would have cut his femoral artery in his groin.  And because he was trapped in the car for over an hour he would have bled to death while the rescue crew tried to extract him from the wreckage.  He was lucky.”

 

But love, where is the belt and my pants?

 

“I still have the belt they cut off, and believe me, you  WILL put it back on (as soon as it is fixed) because I suspect you were up to no good.  Your pants were ruined, so I thru them out.”

 

The keys?  The keys love?

 

“What keys?  The only keys we found were in the ignition.  I’m going to call the doctor.  You get some rest and we’ll talk later.”               THE END