PAULA - CHAPTER TWO - THE GIFT

In the bedroom Paula lay the chastity belt down on their bed. It was open but, because of the sprung steel wire at the rear of the belt, it pretty much keep to the shape it would take once fitted. She removed her blouse and skirt then sat on the edge of the bed to remove her stockings and garter belt.

'Why don't you show me what else you've been buy?' she smiled at Clark, who was still holding the box.

He reached inside and, after removing more of the packaging, brought out the steel collar.

Like the belt it was highly polished and lined with smooth black rubber. There was a lock at the rear and three rings set one at each quarter, around the collar. Just like the waist belt of the chastity belt the collar was about an inch and a half deep. But, unlike the belt, the lock for the collar was built into it. A small bayonet-like device that would be, once closed, hidden from view.

Paula both loved and was somewhat afraid of the design. But, as Clark showed her how the funny little key that came with it worked, she relaxed and even began to look forward to the time she would be trying it on. It might well be a chastity or bondage device and yet, to Paula's eyes, it could almost pass as jewellery: fetish jewellery admittedly, but jewellery all the same.

The wrist cuffs however would never pass as jewellery. They were designed for bondage pure and simple with no way to pretend otherwise. Two steel and rubber bands, about three inches deep, very sturdy, very strong, and with the same bayonet locking system and heavy D-rings for attachment. They were as beautifully made, as everything else that had come out of the box, but looked fearsomely secure. She hadn't really noticed before but her chastity belt also had D-rings fixed to it. One on each side, with a third at the rear. Paula smiled inwardly when she wondered about just how soon Clark would be getting her acquainted with those cuffs and D-rings.

The secondary shield was slightly different from the rest of the new purchases in that it was made of steel only; there was no rubber lining as it would not be against her skin. This shield was made from a simple piece of curved steel. Down it's centre were dozens of tiny holes and, on the concave side, six steel pins by which to locate it to the chastity belt's front shield. At the top of this second shield there was also an area, just as on the main shield, where it was locked into position. Paula wondered why two shields were needed, after all, the front shield on it's own would prevent her having sex.

The final item out of the box was the thigh cuffs. These had flat-section chains, again covered in rubber, just as the chains were on the rear of the chastity belt. But, between the two thigh cuffs there was a short, two-inch, steel wire. This wire was much thicker than the one at the rear of her belt, as she then beginning to think of it, but it was also flexible: which the rear wire was not. Also, at the top edge of the two chains there were the same bayonet fittings she had seen on her collar and cuffs. She checked the belt and found the two small slots, at the sides next to the D-rings, where the chains would be fixed when she wore the thigh cuffs.

While watching all of this Paula had stripped almost naked. She was left in only her bra and panties. Butterflies began to fill her stomach. Was she really going to do this, she wondered, was she really and truly going to let herself be fitted with a chastity belt. With a tiny smile upon her lips she answered herself, yes she was!

Paula stood up, hands on hips and her feet slightly apart. 'Ready darling,' she grinned. Then, seeing Clark's eye glance downwards, she remembered her panties. Quickly she stepped out of them saying. 'Sorry. Now I am ready.'

Clark gave her the lock and the keys first, telling to examine them and make sure they would open. It was more to reassurance than simply testing the locks, Paula knew that. Then, once she was satisfied with the lock, Clark stepped behind her.

Directing Paula to open her legs a little bit more he held the front shield down against the sprung steel wire and slipped it between her thighs. With the front shield roughly in place he then pulled the waist belt open and slid it around her waist.

All at once Paula felt a delightful shiver run through her. The chastity belt wasn't even locked yet, but even so; it felt snug and uncompromising around her waist and hips. It was made to fit over her hips, which it did very effectively, but was made lower at both front and rear. A design that more closely followed the shape of her pelvis and offered the least interference to her back or spine.

The front shield, because of the rear sprung wire, was gently pressing against her mound. It felt deliciously seductive, like the hand of her husband and lover cupping her sex. Paula gave a tiny, involuntary shudder as a breathless sigh escaped from her lips.

'You like it then?' Clark asked with a knowing smile playing over his lips.

'Mmmmmmm,' was Paula's answer. It was all she trusted herself to answer as she felt her sex begin to moisten under the gentle caress of the front shield.

'You know you really should be shaved for this,' Clark said as he placed small kisses around the apex of Paula's thighs. 'It is more hygienic and the silica would form better.'

Paula had shaved her sex before, several times and not always at Clark's request; but mostly she just kept her small patch of hair trimmed short and neat. 'I'll shave later,' she mouthed breathlessly. 'First I want to know what it feel like to be locked away.'

Clark smiled up at her. 'No more reservations then?'

'Stop teasing,' Paula gasped. 'Either lock it up or take it off and make love to me.'

'Later,' Clark grinned triumphantly. 'After all. The whole point of a chastity belt is to make you wait for it.' With that he pulled the end of the belt together, getting Paula to breathe in so that the two ends would mate up correctly. Then, lifting the front shield into place, he positioned the cover plate. 'The lock my lady.'

Paula pressed the lock into place, locking herself away, or at least locking her sex away, until the belt was removed. It went home with a very solid and resounding click and, at that same moment, Paula shuddered as a wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

The belt was tight but, for Paula, it felt wonderful. It pulled her waist in a little; not too much, but enough so that she was assured that she would not be able to get it down over hips. The front shield was also pressed tightly against her sex, so much so that her lower lips were being pushed slightly through the slit in the shield. The rear wire, that sprung steel that had kept the belt's shape was also making its presents felt. It ran down between her buttocks, tightly between them, and was pressing ever so delightfully against her anus.

'I love it,' Paula gasped. 'And I love you darling.' She threw her arms around Clark's neck and kissed deeply, pressing body against his and her hardening nipples against his chest.

At length their kiss ended and Paula stepped back to look at herself in the mirror. From the waist up she looked a perfectly normal female; smiling, shapely, and very attractive. Below the waist however was another matter: she had become a chased maiden.

The steel was bright against her tanned flesh. It shined and glinted as the light played off its polished surface. The black rubber at the edges did not distract from that effect, rather they seemed to enhance it, out-lining the shape of the belt locked about her loins. 'Its so beautiful darling,' Paula said breathlessly. She turned side to side, admiring the way the belt curved over her hips. She turned about, her back to the mirror and her head turned so that he could see over her shoulder. 'Fantastic,' she cooed, 'Just look at the way it separates my buttocks. And, look how those chains seem to lift my bottom.' Paula ran her finger around under the chain as she said this to add weight to her already excited words.

Turning back to face the mirror she glanced down at her sex; or what little she could then see of it. There, between two lines of smooth black rubber surrounded by polished steel, could just be seen the inner lips of her sex. The belt was so tight against her sex that, even after just a small amount of movement, her inner lips were being squeezed through not far, but just enough to be seen. At the top of those lips, also just peeking through, Paula's clitoris was showing. She reached down and gently stroked her fingers over the slit in the front of the belt. That first touch was like an electric shock.

Paula gasped and withdrew her fingers quickly. Then, regaining her senses, she stroked herself again; only firmer and with greater purpose this time. Her eyes closed dreamily and a tiny moan escaped from her lips. At first her fingers just gently ran up and down the slit in the front shield, but then, as the passions within her grew, they closed in upon her clitoris.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She could touch herself, yet she couldn't. She could play with her sex but without really being able to get near it. There was a barrier between her fingers and her sex, and yet, because of the slit through which her inner lips were being pressed, it was as if that steel barrier was almost not there: almost.

Paula began to masturbate without even realising that she was doing it. This belt, this steel and rubber chastity belt was the most fantastic gift Clark had even given her. It felt so totally sexy the way it pressed tightly against her sex. All the short time she had worn it, it had thrilled and excited her. It cupped her sex like a lover. It held her in a gentle yet firm embrace. And, as she imagined what it would feel like when she no longer had the keys, when could no longer escape that tender embrace, her free hand went to her breasts and began to play and squeeze her nipples.

Suddenly she was aware of Clark clearing his throat. She stopped toying with herself; blushing and smiling as her hand fell to her sides. Paula turned to him saying, 'I'm sorry darling. I just got so carried away. It really beautiful and well,,, well why don't I show you how much I love it.' With that Paula walked slowly to where Clark was sat on the bed.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, smiling she pushed him back on the bed. She lay down beside him, her hands gently holding his face as she pressed her lips to his in a long, passionate kiss. His arms went around her, holding her tightly to him as they rolled in to the centre of the bed; all the time clinging to each other in a spirited embrace.

At length it was Paula that broke their embrace. She pushed Clark on to the bed so that he was laid upon his back. She straddled him, resting above him on all fours. Then, smiling seductively as she gently bit her lower lip, Paula began to slowly, teasingly, creep lower down the bed: and down Clark's body.

She took his belt and zipper in her long, slender fingers. In a moment she had his trousers undone. With only the slightest prompting from her Clark lifted his hips as Paula pulled his pants down to expose his ridged shaft.

Paula smiled wickedly as she heard the soft moan come from Clark's throat as she took hold of his erection. She flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting the drop of his pre-come that glistened upon it like a tiny jewel. She wanted him, wanted to feel him in her mouth where she could suck him deeply. But she also wanted to tease him, to arouse and thrill him just as that devilish belt was doing to her.

Taking a firm hold around his shaft Paula began to suck his cock into her mouth. At first she took only the head between her lips: rolling her tongue around the ridge and making him groan loudly in his pleasure. Then, as he tried to push deeper into her mouth, she gripped him tightly with her hands, while at the same time gently nipping the head of his shaft between her teeth. A frustrated sigh came from Clark when she did that and she smiled triumphantly to herself as she held him like that for a while. Then, as his body relaxed, Paula went back to stroking and sucking him once more until Clark body went limp and his eyes closed as he was lost within his own lust.

Still holding his shaft in one hand Paula moved her free hand down to her breasts. She stroked herself, brushing her fingertips over her smooth, round tits. Her breasts felt full and heavy, the nipples were hard and crying out to be touched. Paula didn't resist that cry for long. Taking her right nipple between thumb and forefinger she first pinched it lightly, then rolled it back and forth, then pinched harder until she made herself gasp. As she did that she sucked Clark harder, drawing almost all of his length into her mouth until she nearly gagged upon it. Then she felt his hands on her breasts and moved her hand away so that he could cup and play with her tits as she sucked him still deeper in to her throat.

Paula was lost in a blissful dream. This was not the first time she had sucked Clark into her mouth, but it was by far the best she could remember. He felt harder, somehow, and larger than she could recall. And, she felt herself filled with an unknown lust that made her think of nothing other sucking his cock like she had never done before. It was then that her free hand drifted down between her thighs and touched again the polished steel that encased her sex.

With a suddenness like a flash of lighting it came to Paula then: it was the chastity belt that was turning her into the lust filled creature that was sucking upon Clark's shaft.

It wasn't magic, nor some form of hypnosis, or even a drug; in fact it was better than any drug. It was just that knowing that she was locked up and therefore unable to take her pleasure meant that she was free to give pleasure: as much pleasure as her body would allow. Knowing that made Paula redouble her efforts in attending to the hot, meaty shaft in her mouth. She sucked, nibbled, flicked her tongue over it. She wet it with her saliva then withdrew it from her mouth to gently blow on it.

Clark was going wild. His eyes were tightly closed as his head rolled side to side on the pillow. His fingers clenched and unclenched, forming fists as they gripped the bed covers. And all the while Paula sucked her free hand was between her legs, tracing around ever rubber covered edge of her new chastity belt.

She could feel how her inner lips were then pressing through the central slit of the shield; and how her clitoris poked through also. But, as her fingers followed the edges rounded and over her sex, she became aware that it was impossible to get her fingers under the shield. She tried it from the sides without any success. Even her little finger was too large to fit between the shield and her body. Even shifting her legs, raising or lowering her bottom didn't held. She arched her back, reaching round behind her bottom which was then thrust high in the air to try from that direction, still it was no use. Paula could feel the wire covering her anus, she could follow it as it went down between her buttocks. But her could not touch her own little rosebud any longer. There was a sprung steel wire between her fingertips and her anus and, between the wire, the chains, and the front shield, there was no way to move it aside. Likewise, reaching further between her thighs, she realised that there was no way to get her fingers under the front shield from behind. The belt was simply too tight, and too tightly it followed the curves of her body.

Clark must have seen what Paula was doing to herself, or trying to at least, for he lifted her up, repositioned their bodies, and placed his own head between her parted thighs. In a moment Paula felt his tongue pressing through the slit in the front shield. He licked her inner lips and flicked his tongue over her aching clitoris. Paula gasped loudly and once again sucked his shaft into her mouth.

It seemed to take Clark only seconds before he had her panting for breath: perhaps longer, she didn't know or care as she was too lost in her lust. All she did know was that, despite the steel covering her sex, he had her hotter, and wetter than she could ever recall. Then she felt it begin. It was like a tiny warming feeling that started in the pit of her stomach. It seemed to spread into her loins and belly, heating up as it went until it was like liquid fire moving through every sinew of her being. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat while every muscle flexed and relaxed to a rhythm that Paula could neither control or predict.

She felt Clark's shaft pulse within her mouth, at the same time he managed to get the very tip of his tongue onto her clitoris. As he pressed it seemed to Paula that she was suddenly consumed by the liquid fire within her. The force of her orgasm was like nothing she had ever conceived, or could have done before. Her whole body tensed, vibrating almost as every muscle strained within her. Her mind was a haze, her eyes were open but unseeing, as she cried out in her passion. Then, when she felt that she could take no more, when the very pleasure she had longed for seemed ready to overwhelm her, her mind went blank and a dreamy blackness closed in around her.

[ Story continues in part three ]
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