Cindy's solution (seethings)

Chapter 1 - The Discovery

After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it's not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. Because of this, my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about me; some of them regular
One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2 days), I went home and had a message on my answering machine from my friend Sonja. She said that she hadn't heard from me all weekend and was worried that I had "fallen off the wagon again". I called her, and she could immediately tell by my voice that her suspicions were true. As usual, I cried and told her that I felt so bad about what I had done, and about how much of a slut I was, but that I just couldn't control myself. This is when she first suggested it, and the it she suggested would change my life. She said, "Well, if you can't control your sexual desires, have you ever thought about giving someone else control of them for you?" I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.

She continued, "I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles. One of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In the TV special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a comeback in the alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable, secure, and can be worn under clothing without detection. Most of all, they prevent all contact with the genitalia underneath." I had heard of chastity belts, but I thought that they were just myths from medieval times. Sonja continued, "The article showed how couples used chastity belts to enhance their sex lives. They would wear the chastity belts for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive themselves of sex. They said that the sex was much more intense and gratifying after being locked in the belt for weeks at a time." "Well, what has this got to do with me? Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact," I asked. Sonja continued, "Well, if you were locked in a chastity belt you would not be able to
I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would research it. I got off the phone and finished the hand job that I had started. As I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked up in a belt, unable to be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came five more times that night while fantasizing about being locked in a belt.

I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts, and decided that I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Tollyboy model FGA/200. It has an all steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that goes from the bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband, following the curve of the crack of the wearer's ass. It looked very secure. After reading about the importance of proper measurement, I decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for the chastity belt.

Chapter 2 - The Fitting

The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, "We'll never get an accurate measurement of you in that!" I decided to change into some spandex tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her from getting an accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I have seldom had a problem being naked in front of a man, I have always felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of other women, even my best friend. She assured me that this was the only way, and so I reluctantly agreed. I removed my blue jeans and noticed that, much to my embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my excitement. I hoped that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get the wrong idea and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the thought of being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said, with an evil grin, "I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much."

I tried to explain to her that it wasn't how it seemed, but I don't think she believed me. I removed my panties, and tried not to think about it as I allowed another woman's hands to explore my most intimate areas. "Raise your hands over your head - it will make your waist smaller", she said. I did as she told me to. Using a paper template, she measured my waist and the distance from the front of my waist, down across my pussy, around the crack of my ass, and back up to the back of my waist. I complained that she was measuring too tightly, but she assured me that she was measuring the way the instructions said to. After she was finished, I put back on my clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I couldn't help but notice that her face was very flushed and her nipples were erect. She had experimented with lesbian relationships before she got married, but I hadn't suspected until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I was so turned on by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn't pull m
The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of weeks waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks were a blur. There was man after man. I seemed to be on an even stronger pace than ever. The thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made me more horny than I have ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be fucked again. After two weeks of this, the belt arrived.

Chapter 3 - The Arrival

The day the belt arrived, I was very, very excited. I immediately tore open the box and inspected the belt. It was very well made, and looked very secure. I thought to myself "I could never cut through that steel". I threw off my skirt, pantyhose, and panties and put the waistband on (without the lock). I was a little concerned about how tightly it fit. I couldn't take a full, deep breath with it on.

Next, I spread my legs slightly and pulled the front shield through, from the back. I took a sharp breath when the cold steel from the shield contacted with the warm flesh of my now soaking wet pussy. I attached the front shield and noticed how tightly it fit, and how far up the crack of my ass the rear wire went. I could feel the wire pressing against my anus. Most of all, I could feel the lips of my labia pressing through the small slit in the front of the shield. I put the optional front shield in place and then even the lips of my labia were covered. Next, I found the lock and keys (two of them), made sure that the keys actually worked, and then secured the lock on the belt. As I suspected, the "click" of the lock excited me on more than I had ever been. It took all my will to keep from removing it right then and there and finger fucking myself on the living room floor.

Instead, I walked around the room a little. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I thought to myself, "this is going to take some getting used to, but I think I can do it." I reached down between my legs, and, strangely, was a little surprised to find that I couldn't feel my pussy at all. With the optional front shield in place, no part of my pussy was visible, or accessible. I slid my hand around to the side of the shield, and attempted to slide my index finger in, underneath the shield. I was able to push it under the shield, but not far, and I couldn't bend it to touch myself. I tried the same experiment with my little finger, with the same results. I could touch the outside of my labia, but not the inside. I couldn't touch my clit at all, and pushing a finger deeper into my pussy was clearly impossible. My hand continued to explore, and wound up behind me, attempting to access my sex from the back. At this angle, I could touch the very bottom of my pussy, but would have had to be double jointed to ge
Although it is not my favorite, I have in the past let men fuck me in the ass. I decided to attempt to insert my finger into my anus, to see if anal sex would still be possible. I could touch my anus with my finger, but couldn't insert it more than about three quarters of an inch. I don't know what I was thinking, but I got out my favorite vibrator and decided to try to play with it. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal front shield. I would feel the vibrations on my waist, and on my thighs, where the front shield touched, but I couldn't feel anything in my pussy. I tried to push it into me from behind, but this clearly was impossible. Next, I found my smallest vibrator and tried to push it into my asshole. It wouldn't fit around the bar. I tried to insert a pen, and it would only fit about 1 inch - not enough to do anything with. By now, I was so horny I could barely see straight. I took off the belt and quickly fucked myself to an orgasm. I put the belt back on and decided to go over to Sonja's t
When I got to Sonja's, she could see from the excitement on my face that I was wearing the belt. "Well?" she asked. Fortunately, Bill, her husband, was working late so I could tell her all about my evening. As I was telling her about wearing it and attempting to touch myself, I could sense she was getting aroused. She asked, "Well, who are you going to have keep your keys?" "What?" I asked, rather alarmed by her question. She explained, "Well dummy, if you have access to the keys, then a chastity belt doesn't work because you can remove it any time you want." I don't know why, or how, but I hadn't really thought of that. I said, "I don't know, maybe I can just keep the keys at home." She lifted her eyebrows, saying, with her facial expressions and without having to speak, "You know that will never work". I told her that I didn't know anyone who I could trust with the keys. I mean, any guy that had my keys could just turn me into his own personal sex slave.

She said "How would you feel about me keeping your keys for you?" I immediately objected. I told her it would just be too weird to have to ask her to remove the belt. She tried to convince me, but I would hear none of it. After I left her apartment, I still had what she said on my mind. I decided to stop at a bar, but just for a drink.

At the bar, I felt like I had this huge secret that I wanted everyone to know about. I was so horny just wondering if anyone noticed my belt. I met a man there and took him back to my place. When we got there, we began to kiss. I reached my hand down and rubbed his crotch. He reached down to rub mine, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was surprised by what he felt. I took off my pants and could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked what he saw. I asked him "Do you want to fuck me?" He, of course, replied "Yes". I wanted to fuck him too. I was so horny that my hands were shaking as I was trying to unlock the lock. When I got the belt off, he fucked me till we both came. After he was finished he left and I felt empty again. I knew that I couldn't keep control of my own keys.

Chapter 4 - The Relinquishing of the Keys

The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to. Someone I work with? No way! I didn't even want them to know about the belt? My parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was wearing the belt. Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already knew about the belt and she already told me she was willing to do it. I had known her since we were sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I called her that evening and asked her to come over so we could talk about my belt. She came over and I told her that I was considering giving her my keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold my keys for me, but she said that there would have to be some conditions. I asked her what the conditions would be.

She said "First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your keys, second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be released from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control of your keys." I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She suggested a month, but I was afraid of not having control of my sex for that long. I told her I only wanted to test this for a week. She accepted the time period of a week. Next, she suggested that she have complete discretion over when I was released from my belt, with the exception of medical emergencies. I told her that I didn't feel comfortable with that and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would not agree to that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for the entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed.

Next, she said "Listen, if I am going to do this, I don't want to lose you as a friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do during this week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You can't get mad at me if I don't release you from your belt during the week." I agreed with her terms, knowing that she would release me early if I really, really wanted her to. She asked if I was wearing the belt. I wasn't, so she told me to go put it on. I went in the other room and prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I was excited, nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with anticipation. I could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered getting out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I didn't have time.

I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I knew that I wouldn't feel anything except cold steel against my skin for the next week. I secured the waistband, then pulled the front shield around in front of me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my finger over my soaked clit one last time and lied to myself when I said "you can do this; it's just for one week". As the cold steel of the shield touched my pussy, I gasped and bit my lip. I secured the shield, along with the additional front shied, then attached the lock and locked it. I could feel the shield pressing tightly against my pussy, pushing the lips of my labia through the slit in the shield, keeping my pussy securely positioned in the center of the shield. My hands were shaking and my knees were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a week. I put my panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my jeans. I went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.

She asked, "Well? Did you put it on?" "Yes", I replied. She asked me for the keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said "Cindy, I know that this belt comes with two keys... Where's the other one?" I sighed, knowing that I was caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As I was about to hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second thoughts. Sonja held out her hand and assured me that I was making the right decision. I reluctantly handed over the second key - I now had truly lost control of my sex for an entire week - how was I going to make it? Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a smile, announced that I had made the right decision.

She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First, she inspected the lock to insure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on the waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again tried to shift the waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the shield. She pulled on the shield, insuring that it was secure. Next, she tried to slide her fingers in underneath the shield. She began up near the waistband, where she could fit two fingers in under the shield. She slid her fingers down, under the shield, until it was too tight for her fingers to continue down any more. They were still several inches away from my pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and bend over. I did and she again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was secure at the bottom. She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the back and seem
Chapter 5 - The Week Long Belting

About an hour after she left, I was more horny than I had ever been in my entire life. My clit ached to be touched and my pussy yearned to be filled. I decided to try again to defeat the belt. I removed my clothes and laid down on my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I could, and tried to fit any finger underneath the front shield. It was no use. Next, flipped over on my bed, got on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried to reach my pussy from behind. I couldn't get my finger in far enough to do any good. I knew I could touch my anus, so I began to wonder if I could make myself orgasm by rubbing my anus. I got a little baby oil and put it on my asshole, then began to rub it with my finger. After 45 minutes of rubbing my asshole, my pussy was soaking wet with excitement, I was very stimulated, but I wasn't close to reaching an orgasm. I tried to rub my nipples with the baby oil, but again I was unable to reach orgasm. I was so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed over to Sonja
Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not made it home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in and showed me into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch. Bill said that he was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved that I would be able to talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke. "Sonja, I've made a terrible mistake; you have to give me the keys back." "Why?" she asked. "I can't make it a whole week. I just can't do it. I have to get this off of me tonight!" I said. She said "A deal is a deal. Cindy, this is what you agreed to; this is what you wanted. If I gave you back the keys, you and I both know that you would just regret it tomorrow." "Listen", I said, " I have to cum. Just let me out for twenty minutes; I'll go into the bathroom and take care of it." "Cindy, my husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I just can't let you out tonight" she said. "But... You have to. I just can't wait" I plea
That night, I didn't sleep for hours. I couldn't stop thinking about the cold steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than anything in the world - no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than anything. I kept reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would somehow be able to touch my sex; I couldn't. This was the first time since I was fourteen that I didn't have at least one orgasm before I went to sleep. The next morning, I got up and went to work. At work, I could barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn't think about anything except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so bad that it was tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja's right after work, before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an eternity, but five o'clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to Sonja's.

Sonja answered the door. "Sonja", I said, "You have to unlock me. I have to get this belt off. I have to cum." She replied, "Cindy, don't you remember agreeing to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don't you?" "Well... Yes... But..." I mumbled. "Well...", she interrupted, "This is my decision. The belt stays locked." "LISTEN, YOU BITCH", I shouted, "LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED BELT RIGHT NOW!" I immediately regretted what I said. Sonja looked shocked. She could see that I was desperate. She sighed, and agreed to release me. She said "I will open the shield, but the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield off for thirty minutes, then I am locking it back on you. You can have some privacy in my bedroom. That's the most I am willing to do." Relieved, I accepted her terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her. She excused herself, and went into the other room to get the key. She came back and unlocked t
Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn't wait to "take care of business". I only wished that I had thought to bring my vibrator; oh well, my fingers would have to do. Laying on the bed with the front shield hanging between my legs was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to complain. I reached down between my legs and was delighted to feel my cunt. I slid two fingers from my left hand into my pussy, and used two fingers from my right hand to rub my soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost immediately. I was convinced that Sonja could hear me in the other room but I didn't care. I came one more time, and was building up to what felt like was going to be a huge orgasm when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, legs spread, with two fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, but as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the covers. I was so embarrassed that she had seen me that way.

"Thirty minutes is up", she said. "Ok, I just need a few more minutes", I replied, hoping that she would agree. "Cindy, a deal is a deal. Pull the front shield back up", she demanded. "I was just about to cum. I was so close. I have to finish", I pleaded. "You came twice; I could hear you all the way in living room. Pull the front shield up NOW!" she insisted. I knew it was no use, so I reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield up. She unlocked the lock, secured the front shield, and locked the lock back in place. After she was convinced that the lock was properly secured, she left the room and allowed me to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving her apartment, I thanked her for releasing me and apologized for leaving a wet spot on her bed spread. She told me that this was the only time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if I convinced her once, I could do it again - she's always been sort of a pushover. I went home and slept much better that night.

The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to Sonja's that night, and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This became my routine that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja's, and each day she caved in and released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I was pleased with myself for not having had sex with a man the entire week. That was the first week since I was sixteen that I had not been laid at least once in a week. I felt a real since of satisfaction, even though I knew that the belt was the only reason why I hadn't tried to get laid. On the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to Sonja's to be released from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was up. With a disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. "What's wrong?", I asked. "You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You learned nothing, and you accomplished nothing" she announced. "What do you mean, nothing? I haven't had sex for a whole week...", I reasoned. "Only because you were
That weekend, I fucked more men that I can count. I know I slept with at least eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt more empty and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the belt hadn't helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer; I just didn't know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys again.

Chapter 6 - The Contract

Monday morning, I put my belt on under my clothes and went to work. After work, I went over to Sonja's. It was the first time I had spoken to her since she gave me back my keys. She answered the door and looked at me with a hint of displeasure. I could tell that she knew what I was going to ask her to do. She invited me in and we went into her living room. I told her that I wanted her to hold my keys again. She refused, saying that I had made a mockery of the entire week. I told her that I would do better and I pleaded with her to hold my keys for another week. She said that she would think about it and then she asked me to leave. I left, and headed for home. On the way home, I stopped by a bar and picked up a guy. We went back to my house and fucked like madmen. After he left, I cried. I hoped and prayed that Sonja would decide to hold my keys again.

The next day, I called Sonja from work and asked her if she had reconsidered. She said that she had, and would hold my keys, but only if I completely agreed to her conditions. She told me to come over that evening, wearing the belt, with both keys. Excited, I rushed home after work, put on the belt, got the keys, and hurried over to her apartment to hear her conditions. On my way over, I realized that I had been in such a hurry that I had forgotten to masturbate. I wondered when my next opportunity to cum would be. I considered going back to my place for a quick orgasm but I decided to continue over to Sonja's. When I got there, she asked if I was wearing the belt. I lifted my skirt and showed her that I was. She led me into the living room, where a piece of paper was laying on the coffee table. The title of the paper read "Chastity Belt Contract". I was uneasy, but I sat down. She pushed the paper towards me, and I picked it up and read it. It read as follows:

Chastity Belt Contract

I, Cindy, agree to give complete control of my genitalia to Sonja for an unspecified period of time to be determined solely by Sonja. I agree to wear a chastity belt to prevent all contact with my genitalia for as long as Sonja deems necessary. I accept that Sonja may, but is not required to, allow the removal of the chastity belt for any of the following reasons: medical emergencies, hygiene, masturbation, and sexual intercourse. Furthermore, to help discourage annoying behavior, I explicitly agree that Sonja can not release me for at least 24 hours after any time that I request or demand to be released. I accept these terms freely, and with full knowledge, and hereby forfeit any rights to challenge this document in the future.

Signed, _________

I, Sonja, agree to accept complete control of Cindy's genitalia for an unspecified period of time deemed necessary by myself. I agree to hold the keys to Cindy's chastity belt until I feel that Cindy's behavior has been adequately modified. I agree to allow Cindy to be released from her belt at least once weekly, for thirty minutes, under terms and conditions to be determined solely by myself. I agree to allow her to, if she wishes, have sex through stimulation of the clitoris in a manner to be determined solely by myself until an orgasm is achieved, at least once weekly. This sex will be without a partner or with a partner of my choice, at my sole discretion. To help discourage annoying behavior, I agree that, under no circumstances, shall Cindy be released from her belt for at least 24 hours after any time that she requests or demands to be released.

Signed, _________

"I'm not signing this", I exclaimed. "Well, that's the only way that I will agree to do this", she smugly replied. "You want me to give over control to you indefinitely? I can't do that; I won't do that", I replied. "Okay, suit yourself. But, if you read my part of the contract you will see that I will allow you to have sex at least once weekly, if you want to", she answered. I thought very hard about it. I knew that I brought this on myself with all my whining last week. I knew that her bark was worse than her bite and that if I really needed to, I could convince her to release me. Besides, most women I know don't even have sex once a week. If they can do it, so can I. "OK, OK, I'll do it", I sighed. She handed me a pen and I signed the document before I could second guess myself. She signed it too, and asked me for my keys. I held out my hand with the keys in my palm. She took the keys from my hand, looked at me with a slight grin and said, "This is going to change your life". At the time, I had no idea how
Chapter 7 - The First Strict Enforcement

I didn't sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to Sonja's house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I asked her to let me out. She said "Cindy, not only will I not do that, but according to our contract. I now can't let you out for at least 24 hours." I argued, "Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to..." , she closed the door in my face. I couldn't believe it. I rang the doorbell and she just shouted through the door, "Cindy, go home, we're not going to go through this again". "GOD DAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA" I screamed, "GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!" She never did answer the door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes to "escort" me out of the building. I couldn't believe what that bitch had done. I was pissed.

That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that Sonja didn't take it personally. I decided to go back there the following day and try a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched - it had been over 48 hours since the last time I came. The following day, after work I went back to Sonja's. When she answered the door, I apologized to her for my behavior the following day. My apology wasn't sincere, but I really wanted to be released from the belt and I knew that I would have to be nice to convince her to do it. I would have told her anything to let me out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the couch.

"Well?" I asked. "Well, what?" she replied. "Never mind" I said in a rejected tone. "Oh, so that's what this is all about? You think that if you are nice to me I will release you? Dream on sister. I'm still a little pissed about being called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a little more respectful of me - after all, I decide how long you wear that thing. It could be a week, or it could be years..." she said in an angry tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I was speechless; Sonja had never spoken to me that way. "Come back Saturday night for your weekly release and sex, if you want" she seethed. At that, she dismissed me. I cried that entire night. I didn't dare disturb her for the rest of the week. By Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn't think straight. My clit felt like it was swolen to the size of a d-cell battery and it tingled so bad it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an orgasm and I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to forget to pack
Chapter 8 - The Secret Revealed, and the Revenge

When I arrived at Sonja's, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black paten leather thigh high boots. The boots came up to about two inches below her skirt, and I could see from the skin exposed that she was not wearing panty hose. "Did I come at a bad time?", I asked. I didn't want to piss her off, so I decided to be on my best behavior. "No, no, come inside" she replied. She led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch. "Where's Bill?" I asked. "He's out of town on business this weekend, we're all alone" she replied. "Why are you dressed like that, are you going out tonight?" I asked, puzzled at her intentions. "Maybe", she replied. "Well, you told me to come back Saturday night for sex, and so here I am. I brought my favorite toy and I have been really looking forward to this" I said in an excited tone.

"Well... First we need to talk" she said in a mischievous voice, "I don't know if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital problems. He cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been unable to forgive him for it. We haven't had sex since then and, honestly, I am only still with him for the financial support". "Oh my God Sonja, I'm so sorry to hear that", I gasped. "It's okay Cindy, it really isn't as much of a loss as you might think. Before we were married, the sex was okay, but after a couple of years of marriage, things began to change. I don't know if I have ever told you this, but the only way I can have an orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don't even like vaginal intercourse - it hurts me - and I only let my husband fuck me for his pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out before he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage he wouldn't even do that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?"

"Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed to love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another woman is disgusting" I replied. She answered "Well, I don't think I was ever really a lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men won't go down on a woman, and even the ones that did could never do as good of a job as any woman who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a woman's mouth. They know what feels good, so they know how to make me feel good. I didn't like returning the favor, but I knew that if I didn't they would never eat me again. It was disgusting, but I ate them so they would eat me."

"What has this got to do with me?" I nervously asked. She answered "Well, I'm getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I know that he had it with you." All the blood drained out of my face. What she said was true, but I just couldn't believe that she knew. "No Sonja, that's just not true" I pleaded. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore" she said calmly, "I followed him to your little meeting place. That was when I vowed to get you back. I didn't know then how I was going to do it, but now I do." My heart was beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared. I was afraid of what she had in mind, but I didn't want to think about it. She continued, "I know you fucked him at least 20 times, and you are going to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for each time you fucked him. You are going to get so used to eating my little cunt that you will dream of it in your sleep." "Give me my keys, right now" I demanded in a firm voice.

"Shut the fuck up and listen you whore", she sneered back. "You can't make do this. I won't do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with you." I said. She replied "True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty pussy or yours again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I tell you to do it." I replied "Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go to the police." "You can do that if you want, but let me show you something first", she replied. She reached over and picked up the remote control for the television. She turned on the television and then pressed play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV shocked me. It was me, on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like the end of the world was coming. "You taped me?" I asked. "It sure looks that way, and if you don't want this to go to everyone you know - your friends, your coworkers, your boss, and your parents - you won't go to the police, and you won't try to remove the belt. Understood?" she asked. I was caught. I couldn't
"Well Cindy" she replied, "I will honor the contract, but re-read the contract. It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that you can have sex at lease once a week, but it doesn't say that you will be released to have sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will remove your belt for 30 minutes once each week." "Well, what about the orgasm? How am I supposed to have an orgasm with that damn belt on?" I demanded. Sonja smugly replied "It said that you could have sex through stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm is achieved, if you wanted. It didn't say what kind of sex or who's clit was going to get stimulated. I, unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex. If you want, you can have sex, in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at least once a week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before you will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours."

I began to cry. "Sonja, you can't do this, you just can't" I begged. "Oh, I can, and I will" she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her sexual excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her tremendously. "This is how the game works", she continued "You will be held in that belt at least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that's 100 for every one that you gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you are an obedient little slave, I might allow you buy an orgasm for yourself by selling me back ten of mine. For example, if you have tongue fucked me 20 times, you only owe me 1980 more orgasms. If you have done a good job and I choose to allow you to pleasure yourself, it will cost you ten of the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe me 1990 orgasms." At that, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large mound of pubic hair above it. It was also very wet.

"Get on your knees" she demanded. "I'm not touching that" I replied. "Fine, then get the fuck out of my house, and don't come back until you have learned to respect my orders" she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I laid there, on the ground sobbing. I couldn't believe that this was happening. This time, I left before the doorman could get there. I went home and cried. I tried like hell to get that damn belt off. I tried to pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the movies, but it was useless. I had to feel my pussy, but I couldn't. I hated Sonja for what she was doing. I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke. Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me today. I called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one question: "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I said "Sonja, can't we talk about this? Will you please let me out of this belt?" Sonja replied by simply repeating "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I pleaded "Sonja, please. I can't do that, I just can't. I'm not gay and I don't think I could bring myself to do what you have asked me to do." The phone went dead - that bitch had just hung up on me. I seriously considered calling her back and telling her that I would do it, but I just couldn't. I am not gay and I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman in an intimate way.

Chapter 8 - The First Submission

By the next Saturday my pussy hadn't been touched in twelve days. I knew that if I ever wanted to get feel it again I was going to have to do something. I decided that I would give in to Sonja's demands. I would rub Sonja's clit with my hand until she came. That would probably be enough for her and maybe she would let me out of this damn belt. I called her and again asked "Are you ready to obey my orders?" "Yes", I whispered. "What did you say? Speak louder" she demanded. "YES!" I said, "I'll obey your orders." I couldn't believe that I had said it. I didn't know how I was going to go through with this. "I want you to pleasure me with your tongue. Say you will pleasure me with your tongue." she demanded. "I will pleasure you" I said in a timid voice. "How will you pleasure me?" she asked. "With my hands" I replied. "No, you slut, you'll do it with your tongue. Do you understand me?" she snapped.

I was hoping that using my hands would be enough, but it looked like Sonja had other plans for me. "Okay", I whispered. "Okay what?" she demanded, "I want to hear you say what you are going to do and how you are going to do it." Defeated, I replied "I... I will pleasure you... I will pleasure you with my tongue. Are you happy now?" "Look you little whore, you had better lose that attitude quick. Leave your door unlocked, I'll be over in thirty minutes. I want you to be on the floor, kneeling, waiting for me, wearing only your chastity belt when I arrive. If you don't obey all of these conditions I'll walk back out the door and we won't talk again for a month." she demanded. With that she hung up the phone before I could reply. I drank a glass of wine, removed my clothes, and knelt down on the floor, and waited for her to arrive.

As I knelt there waiting, all I could think about was how I could get out of this situation. Thirty minutes passed and still Sonja had not arrived. Forty, then fifty minutes passed. I was afraid she wasn't going to show up but I didn't dare move. After a full hour had passed, the door opened and Sonja came walking in. She was wearing a black overcoat. Before I could say a word she spoke, "The only thing that you are to use your tongue for this evening is to give me pleasure. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand." "But Sonja..." I began. She cut me off and said "You stupid whore, you don't get it. I said you are not to speak. I'll give you another month to think about it." She turned around and began to leave. "No! Wait! I'll be good, I promise I won't say another word! Please don't go!" I pleaded.

She walked to the door, locked it, and turned back around. Without saying a word, she walked straight up to me, took my hair in her hands and led me into the bedroom on my knees, by my hair, forcing my nose close to her ass. When we were in the bedroom she threw her overcoat onto the floor. She was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday night - a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh high boots. I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and could tell that she was very, very aroused. I could not say the same for myself. I was so nervous that I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to do this? I couldn't bring myself to lick her, but I knew that is what she expected me to do. For the first time since I put on the belt, I wasn't horny. I wanted to be anywhere except in that bedroom.

Sonja wasted no time. She sat down on the edge of my bed, facing me. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy to me. As I expected, she was again wearing no panties. "Crawl over here on your hands and knees and get to work on my pussy" she demanded. I mouthed, "Please...", not really saying it, just moving my mouth to form the word. "Do it, you little whore!" she barked. I did as I was told and slowly began to craw towards her. With each foot I moved forward, I frantically tried to think of some way out of this. Maybe I could still just use my hands. Maybe she wouldn't notice. The closer I got to her, the stronger the smell was from her cunt. When I got to her, I paused, and then began to kiss her thigh high boot. I looked up at her and she seemed to be enjoying the moment, but I knew that she would quickly grow impatient with me kissing her boot. I moved up, and began to kiss her thigh. Maybe if I kissed her thighs I could get away with just giving her a hand job. I reached my right hand
She gasped when I touched her pussy with my hand. I looked up and she had tilted her head back. I could tell that she was really enjoying this. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb. She began to moan and I began to think that I might be able to get away with using my hands and not my mouth. After about a minute, she lifted her leg, placed it on my shoulder, and pushed me away from her. "Stand up and turn around" she commanded. I did as I was told. I heard as I felt something metal clasp around my right wrist. Before I could react, she had pulled both wrists behind my back and I felt the same clasp around my left wrist. I immediately knew that she had just locked me in handcuffs. "You were cheating" she said smugly. "You know that you are to service me with your tongue, and you were trying to get away with not doing it. This is what happens to bad little slave - they get handcuffed. Get back down on your knees and put your tongue where your thumb was. NOW!" she demanded. Sl
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to kiss her clit, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Please do't make mmmmphhhh!" I sobbed as she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her waiting cunt. I closed my lips tightly but I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my lips and face. My nose was buried deeply into her thick mound of pubic hair. "LICK!" she commanded. My first impulse was to bite her hard, but I thought about my situation and decided that it would be a mistake. I was terrified. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt like I was going to throw up. "LICK!" she again ordered, this time pulling my hair so hard that I wanted to scream out in pain. I had no choice but to do as I was told. I opened my mouth, put my lips around her clit and began to lick her with my tongue.

Ugh, I hated the taste of her cunt. She began to moan loudly. "FASTER!" she commanded. I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit as quickly as I could. Her grip on my hair eased up slightly but I continued to lick furiously because I was afraid of what she would do if I stopped. I tried to think of something else - warm beaches, shopping, anything - but all I could think about was the fact that I was being forced to lick another woman's pussy. I wished more than anything that I hadn't had the affair with Bill. All the times he fucked me were not worth even one second of being forced to eat Sonja's pussy, and I feared that this was only the first of many, many times. After twenty minutes of sheer hell, I could tell that Sonja was getting close to having an orgasm.

"Thank God" I thought to myself, "This will all be over soon". As I continued to lick, she began to moan louder, and then to scream. She forced my mouth onto her crotch even harder and began to grind her pussy up and down my mouth as she screamed "Oh God! I'm going to cum! Make me cum you little whore!" Her legs began to quiver violently and I could tell that she was beginning to orgasm. Then, I felt something warm and wet squirt out all over my chin and neck. Her entire body went into convulsions and she screamed "Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God yes!" Next, she pulled my mouth away from her pussy but forced my face onto her pussy and rubbed her pussy all over it, covering my face with her wetness.

Next, she forced my nose deep into her slit and held me there while she recovered from her orgasm. As I knelt there with my nose inside her pussy, waiting obediently for her to allow me to pull my head away, I felt more humiliated than I ever had in my entire life. After a minute, she looked down at me and said "That was barely acceptable, but I will let it slide because it was your first time. You had better learn quick how to do a better job or you will never feel your nasty little pussy again. Look at the mess you've made. You let my cum get all over my legs and ass. Lick me clean." The warmth that I had felt squirt against my chin when she came was actually ejaculation. I had heard that some women did actually ejaculate when they came, but I didn't think it was true. The fluid was thicker and had a much stronger taste and smell than her regular juices - and there was a lot of it, at least as much as any man !

Chapter 1.

HIRED HELP BY DARK ONE

"So, Miss Brooks, why are you applying for this job?"
Jennifer looked down at her hands when she replied. "Mister
Hane... I think that I would be very good at this job."
He stared at her, and Jennifer met his gaze for a moment. before
looking away again. "Did you understand all of the requirements that
I have for this position?"
Jennifer fidgeted with the sleeve on her blouse. "I think so.
You are looking for a maid to work in your household. To cook and
clean and that sort of thing."
There was a short silence. "Is that it?"
Jennifer swallowed hard. "W... what do you mean?"
Mister Hane sighed. "If you had not figured that out from my
letter, I think that we should end this interview now."
"No! Please!" Jennifer said, raising her voice for the first
time. "I really need this job! It's the only one with a decent
enough salary..."
"So it's just the money you want."
Jennifer's chin quivered as she spoke. "What else do you want
from me?" she said, looking him in the eye. "Does it have something
to do with that little notecard you put in the envelope?" She saw
him nod slightly. "I really haven't been out on my own very long.
If you could just explain it to me, maybe I could understand it."
Mister Hane sat in thought. He slid his chair back away from
the desk and stood up. "You've put me into an uncomfortable
situation," he said.
"Please, Richard," she said, using his first name, "give me a
chance."
Richard Hane looked her over closely. She was a young woman,
probably no more than twenty one years of age. She had medium length
curly brown hair that framed a soft, round face. Two green eyes
looked out from it, meeting his eyes briefly before darting away.
She wore a pretty pink stitched white blouse with a light brown
skirt. Her matching shoes had inch long square heels, and her feet
were twitching, nervously.
"If you are indeed serious about this..."
"I am!" she said.
"I should tell you that there is a reason for the high salary
that I am offering. I am looking for something more than just a
housekeeper. I am looking for someone to do more... personal
services."
"What?" Jennifer said, confused. "What kind of personal
services?" After a few seconds, another thought crossed her mind.
"I'm not a hooker!" she said.
"I never accused you of that," he said, as he walked over to
her. "If I allowed you to take the job, when could you start?"
"Right away!" she said.
A slight smile came across his face. "What if I said that I
would like you to start immediately. Right now."
She looked up at him. "But my things are still at my
apartment..." Richard did not say anything. "I... guess that I
don't really have much there, come to think about it. Except my
clothes..."
"That will be taken care of." Richard gestured for her to get
up. "I have a contract ready for you to sign."
"A contract?" she said, as she stood up. A smile was forming on
her face. "You're going to give me the job?"
"If you want it, after I explain a few things." He went over to
his desk and took out several papers from a drawer. "You can read
the contract first, of course, before signing anything."
Jennifer started to read, then shook her head. "This is
gibberish. It looks like a lawyer wrote it. Can you just explain it
to me?"
"Certainly. Pages one and two describe the length and terms of
service, and the compensation. In essence, the length of time is one
year. The payment is $150,000, payable in full at the end of the
time. During this time, all of your expenses will be covered and
room and board will be provided. Should you choose to break the
contract, the payment will be greatly diminished, only $2000 per
month worked. However, should I dismiss you early, without you
breaking any of the conditions of the contract, you are entitled
$12,500 per month worked. Oh, this position is considered to be a
salaried position."
"One hundred fifty..." she said in a low voice.
"Pages three and four describe the duties that are to be
expected of you. Failure to perform these duties is grounds for your
dismissal, with the lower compensation being given to you."
"What are the duties?" Jennifer asked.
"They include all of the typical duties of a housekeeper.
Cooking, cleaning, making the beds, and the like. You will be
considered to be on duty 24 hours a day, seven days a week, though of
course you will be given time to yourself. Additionally, there is a
dress code associated with this position, and the uniforms will be
provided."
"Dress code? That doesn't sound like a big deal. Where do I
sign?"
"Right here," he said, handing her a pen.
She signed the four sheets of paper without reading any more of
it. "I will make copies of this for both of us," he said, as he put
the papers back into his desk. "Let me show you to your room."
There was a stairway up to the second floor, but Richard led her
to a doorway that was on the first floor. As he followed him, he had
a chance to examine his walking profile. He seemed to be in good
physical shape, and she decided that he had a very cute butt. "This
will be your room," he said. "Your first assignment is inside. You
will find a tape measure and a sheet of paper. Please measure
yourself as indicated on the sheet, so that we can have your uniforms
made up. After that, you can have the rest of the day off to
yourself. Just report back here first thing tomorrow morning. Oh,"
he said, opening up another drawer of his desk. "Here is a five
hundred dollar advance on your salary."
Jennifer took the offered money, with a bit of disbelief in her
eyes. "Really?" she said.
"Really," he replied. "Just be back here at nine o'clock in the
morning."

****

Jennifer looked at the outfit on the bed in disbelief. "This is
a dress code?" she said aloud.
Richard had left her alone in her bedroom to prepare for the
day. Jennifer picked up the first item and examined it. It was a
pair of black patent shoe with a black stiletto heel that were easily
five inches long. The other one was still on the bed. There were
two straps on it, one an ankle strap and the other was a mid strap.
Both had small buckles on them.
A pair of fishnet pantyhose was also there. She walked around
the bed, and picked up the last item.
It was a one piece french maid uniform. It was made of a shiny
black vinyl material, and still had a strong plastic smell. The
sleeves were long, and the skirt had a very full crinoline sewn right
into it.
Jennifer thought about walking out right then, and confronting
Mr Hane. But then she remembered the five hundred dollars that she
had just spent last night.
"Oh, god, what if I had to give it back?" she whispered aloud.
She did some mental math and mumbled as she did it. "If I leave, I
get $2000 a month. That's about $500 a week. So I just have to do
this for a week, and then I can get out of here."
With a sigh, she took her clothes off. First, the fishnet
stockings. The feeling was a bit odd as she slipped them on. She
couldn't remember ever having worn fishnets before.
Next, she unzipped the vinyl maids outfit and put it on. It fit
rather tightly around the waist. She had some trouble zipping it up
herself.
Lastly, she sat down as she put on the shoes and buckled the
straps. As she stood up, she had to grab ahold of the bedpost to
balance herself. "God, how am I going to walk in these things?"
As she walked over to the door, she saw herself in the full
length mirror that was attached to the back of the door. The dress
was form fitting around the waist, and the skirt was extremely full.
But it barely came down low enough to hide her privates. In front,
it was cut so low that it barely covered her nipples. "If I bend
over, everyone's going to see me!" she said. She saw her own ankles
wobble as she tried to balance in the heels.
Slowly, she opened the door and stepped outside of her room.
She heard the sound of a voice from the kitchen, so she slowly walked
towards it, making sure to stay near a wall.
Richard was there, talking on the phone. When he saw Jennifer
enter, he ended his conversation and hung up. "That will do," he
said, walking over to her.
Jennifer's face was flushed with embarassment as she stood
there. "What should I do?" she said to fill the silence.
She was almost expecting him to fondle her, or say something
lewd. "I'm in the mood for a late breakfast," he said. "Ham and
cheese omlet with just a few onions. You should find everything in
the refrigerator, and the cookware is in the cabinets below the
microwave."
She was surprised by this. But then again, she didn't know what
to expect. "Mister Hane?" she asked as she slowly walked toward the
refrigerator. "Why do you have a dress code... like this?"
He smiled a bit at this, and looked at the ceiling as he thought
of a reply. "Well, I'm a rich man. I know what I like to see. And,
to be quite honest, I like the way that you look when wearing that."
She opened up the refrigerator and started to hunt for
ingredients. There was the butter, the eggs, the cheese..."Am I
going to have to dress up like this every day?" she asked.
"No, definitely not," he said, and she let out a sigh. "This is
just what we could get on short notice. More will be arriving."
More? she thought. More what? Her mind took a different turn
as she remembered him calling himself a 'rich man'. "Are you
married?" she asked as she closed the refrigerator door.
"Actually, no," he said. "I haven't met the right person yet."

****

She slowly walked back into her room and closed the door behind
her. "My feet are killing me," she said. She tried to kick them
off, but was reminded of the fact that there were straps keeping them
in place.
Jennifer sat down on the bed and unbuckled her shoes. She
sighed in relief as she threw the shoes across the room. Her hands
massaged her feet and ankles for several minutes.
She took some time to survey the room. She had not paid much
attention to her room before, as she had had other things on her
mind. There was a stereo system, a television, a huge dresser, and
the king sized bed that she was now sitting on. As she fumbled with
the zipper at the back of her outfit, she noticed that there was a
door ajar that led to a private bathroom.
She slid her hot sweaty body out of the vinyl maids outfit and
took off the fishnets. "A bath!" she said, and raced in the nude to
the bathroom.
All of the fixings for a long bath were there, which included a
huge whirlpool bathtub. After filling the tub, she slid in and let
the swirling hot water take the tension out of her body.
She thought back to her day. Richard was with her most of the
day, showing her the house as he had her do chores. It was just
cleaning, dusting, cooking, and the like. Every time that she bent
over, she could feel his eyes on her buttocks. But he never said
anything about it, and never touched her once.
She had to conclude that Richard was an attractive man. He was
a touch over six feet tall, with dark brown eyes and a full set of
hair. From what she could gather of his phone conversations, she
concluded that he was some kind of investor, and money moving stocks
and bonds around.
As she relaxed, she thought about her own situation. She was in
the house of a rich perverted vouyer, walking around in an
embarassing outfit for his eyes only. Rich single perverted vouyer,
she reminded herself. He should be able to afford more servants, she
thought, but she had not seen anyone else in the huge house. There
must be at least thirty rooms, she thought.
Then there was the money. She had been out on her own for
almost six months, but had lost her job a couple of months ago. With
unpaid bills everywhere, she was about to lose her apartment. Then,
the only place she could have gone is back to her mother's house.
No! I'm not going back to live with that witch! she said. She
realized that she wouldn't have to move back, if she stayed here.
This was a live in position, and she had used the advance to pay some
of her back rent. The woman at the desk had given her another month
to come up with the rest.
Wouldn't it be nice to move everything in here? a part of her
thought. I wouldn't have to pay any rent, there would a big check at
the end, and I would work for cute boss! Then she looked out into
the bedroom and saw the shoes on the floor and the black vinyl maid's
outfit on the bed.
"Let's make a decision after a week," she said out loud.

When she got out of the bathtub, she could not find her street
clothes anywhere. Out of habit, she put away the maid's outfit and
shoes in the huge but empty walk-in closet before going to bed.

****

She awoke to the sound of a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" she said loudly.
"It's nine thirty," came Richard's voice from the other side of
the door. "You should have been out here a half of an hour ago."
Hurriedly, she left the bed and went to the door. Then she
realized that she was completely naked. With a moment of hesitation,
she turned and went to the closet. "I'll be out in a minute!"
The fishnets, black vinyl maid's outfit, and five inch spiked
shoes were on in a couple of minutes. When she emerged from the
room, still wobbly on her heels, she saw Richard waiting for her just
outside her doorway.
"Late the second day on the job," he said. "We'll have to do
something about that."
I can't lose this job yet! she thought to herself. Is he going
to fire me?
Richard shook his head and said nothing more of it. "Move along
and get breakfast started," he said. "I'll be there soon."
She saw Richard pick up a large cardboard box and walk into her
room. She was about to ask him about it, then thought better of it
and headed for the kitchen, still unsure in the high stiletto heels.
As she cooked, she thought that she heard the sound of power
tools. She had finished breakfast for two and was still waiting for
him. She was hungry, so she sat down and started to nibble on her
toast.
Richard walked in and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen.
"I see that you're sitting down on the job," he said.
Jennifer quickly jumped to her feet, and had to grab the table
for support. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"That can be remedied," he said. She looked at him, but he
offered no explanation. He sat down next to her and started to eat.
"If there were guests, you would be expected to serve us and then eat
privately later. But as there are no guests, we can be informal
here." Somewhat calmed, she sat back down.
Breakfast went quickly as both of them wolfed down their food.
"As you might have guessed yesterday, your uniform is incomplete --
something of a stopgap. I apologize for this. Your first complete
uniform is now here. If we could go to your room?"
"I guess so," she said, with less than full enthusiasm. If this
was a stopgap, what is the real thing going to be like? As she
walked beside him, she suddenly lost her balance on her heels.
Almost instantly, Richard grabbed ahold of her by the arm and waist
and steadied her.
"Are you all right?" he said, releasing her.
"I'm fine," she replied. Between the slip and his touch, there
was a wash of energy going through her. She wasn't sure what to make
of it.
"Out of curiosity," she asked as they entered her room, "where
are the clothes that I wore here?"
"In storage," he replied. "I don't think that you'll be needing
them anytime soon."
She saw that there had been changes to the room. There was a
similar yet subtly different outfit laid out for her on the bed. And
on one of the walls to the room, there was now a solid block of metal
attached to it. From it emerged a long metal chain with a keyring
attached to the end of it. There were a dozen or so keys on the
keyring.
"I will leave you alone to dress after I have explained it," he
said. "The stockings are essentially the same. The shoes, however,
are slightly different," he said as he picked up one of the two
shoes. It was also a black patent leather shoe with, if anything, a
higher heel than the ones that she was wearing. There were two
straps, one of which ended with a D-ring, but no buckles. "If you
would sit down?"
She sat down, and allowed him to take off her shoes. She
noticed that on the bed there were several small padlocks, as well as
a black satin object with lacing that took her a moment to recognize.
A corset?
Jennifer flushed suddenly as she realized that Richard had a
clear view of her crotch. He did not comment, and put one of the
shoes on her.
"These straps work like so," he said demonstrating them. He
wrapped them around her ankles, then around the middle of the foot.
He joined the two straps right in front of the heel underneath the
shoe. "and this ring goes through this slot," he said.
"But won't they just slip off?" she asked.
Richard reached up and took one of the small padlocks. He put
it through the ring and snapped it closed. "It won't come off until
it's unlocked," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
Richard took the other shoe and put it on her foot. "Because I
like my hired help to be in uniform, at all times while on duty," he
said. "And in the contract, it states that you are to be in uniform
at all times that you are outside of your quarters here."
She wanted to voice an objection, but couldn't seem to get it
out. As he locked the second one on her foot, she asked, "Where is
the key?"
"Right over there," he said, pointing to the keyring on the
chain. "When you are through with your duties, you can take them off
at your leisure."
"I see," was all that she could say. He picked up the corset
and another maid's outfit. This one was also constructed of shiny
black PVC with long sleeves and a very full red crinoline was sewn
into it. But the outfit continued all the way up to the neck. The
zipper was in the back, like the one she wore now, with a large loop
pull on the zipper. At the top of the outfit, in back, there was a
metal ring sewn into the fabric next to the zipper.
"You should put on the corset first," he said, "and snug it up.
Then, when you put on the maid's outfit, use one of the padlocks to
connect the zipper to the metal ring."
So I can't unzip it, she finished mentally. "Is the key also
there?" she said, pointing to the keyring.
He nodded. "I'll leave you now to change," he said, and left
her there.
She stood up, and was even more wobbly than before. "These are
even *higher*," she said aloud.
She had never worn a corset before. This one had front busks
and back lacing. It had built in support for the lower half of each
breast, and extended down well past her bellybutton.
With some struggling, she managed to get the front busks closed.
She remembered that the back laces were for tightening it. She
hoped that she didn't have to use that. Jennifer unzipped the maid's
outfit, stepped into it, and tried to zip it up.
The zipper barely moved. Jennifer saw that the only way she
could get the shiny black maid's outfit on was to lose at least three
inches of waistline.
Jennifer struggled with the pullers on the corset for a good ten
minutes. She pulled herself to what she thought was very tight, only
to have the zipper on the maid's outfit jam. Frustrated, she tried
it again.
This happened six times, and she nearly came to the point of
tears. There was a knock on the door. "How are you doing?" came
Richard's voice.
"I can't get this thing on!" she said.
"Would you like some help?" he said.
"Yes!" she said, before thinking about it. As Richard opened
the door, it was too late for her to change her mind.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked.
"I can't get this tight enough," she said as she waved the
corset string in front of her.
"Let's see what we can do about that," he said. "Turn around
and grab ahold of one of the bedposts, please? And keep ahold of the
strings, if you would." She complied, and felt him tightening the
strings all along the top and the bottom of the corset. Then, with a
strong pull, she felt her waist constricting."
Jennifer struggled to breath against the corset, but it was only
with difficulty that she could seem to get enough air. "Let's try it
now," he said.
He pulled the black maid's outfit up on her and she put her arms
into it. It was a tight fit, but he managed to get the zipper all
the way up.
"And the lock," he said, taking a padlock and locking the zipper
in place.
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a woman with
flushed red cheeks, but what caught her eye was the figure. Her
breasts were much more prominent than they ever had been before,
which was accentuated by the narrow waist that she now had.
Wow, do I look sexy! she thought with surprise.

****

It was lunchtime, and the two of them sat down to eat. Jennifer
had prepared potato salad and sandwiches. Jennifer found herself
being full in spite of the lack of breakfast. It must be the corset,
she thought to herself.
"Mister Hane," she said.
"You can call me Richard," he said with a smile.
"Richard," she said back, also smiling. "I was wondering when I
would be able to get all of my stuff out of my apartment?" she asked.
"Tonight, if you would like," Richard said. "You should be able
to after supper tonight."

Jennifer finished up the last of the dishes. "I'd like to go
get my things," she said, as she headed towards her room.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I was going to change..." she said, her voice trailing off.
She stopped and looked back. "Could I have my clothes back?"
Richard slowly shook his head. "It clearly states in the
contract that you are to be in uniform at all times except when you
are in your room here," he said. "I'm afraid that I cannot make an
exception."
"I'm supposed to go out like this?!" she exclaimed.
"You don't have to go out at all," he said. "That's your
choice. But the rules are the rules."
"Let me see that contract!" she exclaimed.
"Certainly," he replied. The two of them walked to his study,
and Richard took the contract papers out of his desk. "Right here,"
he said.
With horror, she saw that he was right. Additionally, she saw
in the paragraph above that the definition of uniform was essentially
whatever kinky outfit that he chose to provide to her on a given day.
What have I got myself into? Jennifer wondered.

Jennifer did not quit. Instead, she waited until nearly
midnight before leaving for her apartment. When she had asked for
her keys, Richard has calmly complied.
Trying to walk on the sidewalk at night in nearly six inch heels
was not easy. And when she got to her car, the rigid corset
prevented her from bending her waist and she nearly banged her head
on the doorway of the car trying to get in.
With the heels, she had trouble using the pedals of her
stick-shift car as she pulled out of Mr. Hane's driveway.
Once she was on her way, it became easier. She saw a parked
police vehicle on the side of the road, and quickly looked at her
speedometer.
"Six over," she said. "Aaah! And I don't have a license on
me!"
She clutched the wheel in terror and brought her car back to the
speed limit. In her rear view mirror, she saw the police car pull
out and start to follow her.
"Please don't pull me over," she whispered. She could just
imagine what the story in the paper the next day would be like if she
was brought in looking like this.
It was twenty minutes of terror as she made her way to her
apartment. The police car followed her all the way to the parking
lot of her apartment, but did not turn on his lights.
Jennifer parked her car and waited. The police car did a circle
around the parking lot, but then exited and drove off.
Whew! There was no one else around, so she left the car with
her keys in her hand and headed for her apartment.
She was on the second floor, and she found out that climbing
stairs in the shoes was not easy. She fumbled nervously with the
keys as she tried to open her door while also keeping a lookout for
any late night travellers.
She entered and closed the door behind her. A flip of the light
switch revealed a rather bare one bedroom apartment. For living room
furniture, a single ratty recliner faced a small beat-up television.
There was a smell from the kitchen that she knew was from dirty
dishes left unwashed.
She headed to her bedroom, and went to the closet. "What to
bring, what to bring..." She saw that there were very few clean
clothes in the closet. Most of them were dirty and in the hamper or
on the floor.
She took one of the few clean blouses, a skirt and a pair of
pants. Then she walked over to her dresser and selected some
underwear and a nightgown.
Her feet were really starting to kill her. She sat down on her
unmade bed and tried to massage her feet. But with the corset on,
she couldn't quite reach her feet. With a sigh, she laid down on the
bed and rested for a minute. It felt so good to lay down and get the
weight off her feet...

Jennifer woke up to the warm feeling of sunlight on her face.
It took her a moment to understand the significance of it.
"Oh, god! What time is it?" Her bedroom clock showed that it
was five minutes to ten.
She couldn't go outside like this in daylight! Jennifer rolled
over and picked up the phone. It was very awkward to do that in the
corset. She needed to call Richard Hane and tell him that she
couldn't come in today.
The silence of a dead phone greeted her ear. She realized that
she had not sent any money to the phone company in several months.
There was no way that she could call Richard and explain what had
happened.
Panic and indecision gripped her. If she headed back now, she
would be late. He might fire her, and then she would be up a creek
without a paddle.
But if she stayed here, with no explanation, she would be fired
for sure. With no income source and a pathetic little apartment.
With unwilling resolve, she got out of bed and took a few
seconds to readjust to walking in the locked-on stiletto heels. She
dumped out a clothesbasket full of dirty clothes and put last night's
selections and her keys into the basket. Jennifer went over to her
door and cracked it open, looking and listening for anyone in the
hallway.
No one was around. With difficulty, she opened the door and
walked outside.
She had to take the stairs down very slowly. With each
tentative step, she grew more and more worried that someone might see
her.
Finally, the first floor. Now, if there was no one in the
parking lot...
The sound of a door opening up behind her sent her heart
pounding. Her breath quickened and her chest fought against the
confines of the corset. Making a quick decision, she walked forward
and tried to ignore it.
She could not see where she was walking, and she felt one of her
shoes land on something slippery. With limbs flailing and clothes
scattering, she fell forward. She landed with her rear in the air,
exposing all to whomever was behind her.
She struggled to right herself. "Let me help you up!" came the
voice of a familiar male voice.
God no! Don't let him see me like this! She turned and looked
up into the familiar face of Eric Kaller. He was only a couple of
years older than she was, and lived on the first floor. They had
gone out on a few dates, and she kind of liked him.
There was a look of shocked recognition on his face.
"Jennifer?" he said. "What the... why...?"
She could feel a hot flush on her face. "Help me up, please?"
she asked.
He took her hands and helped to her feet. She was surprised to
find out that she was actually taller than him in these shoes.
"What are you doing dressed up like that?!" he asked, loudly.
"It's May. A little early for Halloween, isn't it?"
"It's a long story," she said, lamely. She tried to bend over
to pick up one of her nightgowns, but couldn't manage it in the
corset and heels. She nearly fell over again in the process.
"Let me help," Eric said eagerly. He bent over and quickly
threw her things into the clothes basket. She noticed that he had
missed her keys. "Could you hand me my keys?" she asked.
Eric fetched her keys with alacrity. She heard the sound of
another door opening up. "What's all the commotion out here?" came a
female voice. Jennifer turned her head, and saw yet another familiar
face. "My god!" said the older woman.
Jennifer lost her composure and panicked. As Eric was picking
up her clothes basket, she ran for the door. Incredibly, she did not
fall while doing this. She pushed the door open and headed for her
car as quickly as her spiked heel shoes would allow.
There must have been a dozen people in the parking lot that
witnessed her. As she ran, the skirt of her shiny maid's outfit
bounced up and down, revealing her crotch and buttocks to all that
cared to see.
She nearly fell over trying to stop. Her keys were still in her
hands, and she managed to shove one of them into the lock and open up
the door. She banged her head getting into the car, but shook it off
in a moment.
She saw Eric running towards her, with her basket. "Your
stuff!" he said. But she didn't wait for him. Jennifer jammed the
key into the ignition and almost ran him over on her way out of the
parking lot.
She was panting furiously as she drove out of the parking lot.
The combination of strenuous activity with the corset was almost too
much for her. For a long moment, her head started to swim, and a
part of her wondered if she was going to pass out and get into an
accident.
Fortunately, she did not. She calmed down, and in less than a
half of an hour, she was back at the Hane household.
I've never been so embarassed in my life! she thought to
herself. I can't go back there.