Two and a half years had passed since that fateful day when Harry came home from work locked in his new, composite chastity belt. Since that time, neither Harry nor Sue knew whom it was harder upon. Was it worse for Harry, who had gone without and orgasm in 30 months, or was it worse for Sue, who had forced Harry into making the belt in the first place? Sue had never quite forgiven herself, or the management at LCC, Harry’s former employer, for treating Harry like they did and preventing him from gaining access to the key that would free him. Therefore, it was really a shock to Sue to get a call from Marla, the assistant to Harry’s boss.
Marla explained to Sue that she recently was promoted to the position held by Harry’s old boss. She had some things she would like to discuss with Sue in person, without Harry being present. Considering the fond attitude she held toward LCC management, Sue was ready to tell her to screw off, but thought the chance to tell this chick to fuck off face to face may be more satisfying in person, than on the phone. So without a hint of despise in her voice, Sue graciously agreed to meet Marla at a small pub.
Sue arrived a little early, chose a table in the corner and ordered a glass of Chablis. While waiting for both Marla and her drink to arrive, Sue contemplated over all the things she had wanted to say Harry’s boss over the years, but never had the chance. There were five minutes left until Marla arrived and Sue savored the countdown ‘till the kill. She just didn’t know, she was the hunted one.
At 5:45 exactly, Marla walked through the door of the pub and looked around. Sue saw Marla enter, but never having met Marla, immediately eliminated her from the possible women that could be a LCC manager. Marla having seen photos of Sue scanned the small crowd in the pub and immediately picked out Sue and approached her. Marla walked directly to Sue, reached down to shake hands and introduced herself.
Sue was caught off guard. Marla was a young woman, mid to late twenties, who was not the stereotypical manager. Curly brown hair reached half way down her back. Her face was evenly tan, beautifully made up, without a wrinkle or indication that life had ever worried her. She carried herself on long thin legs, exquisitely shaped, framed by 5 inch pumps at the bottom and a very provocative, short leather skirt at the top. All of this, and she had a small waist and a nice set of firm tits to match. She was not your average manager type. Very, very attractive was the summary of Sue’s initial impression.
The conversation initially was all small talk as each woman sized the other up. "How was Harry?" "What is he doing now?" "Is he happy with what he is doing?" "Are you two getting along financially?" Sue answered these politely, waiting for the opportune moment to start her attack. And then out of the blue, a bolt of lightning struck Sue as she sat there across from Marla: "Is Harry still locked up in his chastity belt?" Shit, Sue didn’t even hear the thunder.
"You know Sue, I’ve waited for two and a half years to ask that question. You didn’t think anyone knew did you?" Marla had struck the first blow. Sue’s face had suddenly drained of blood. Her mind raced for a quick, witty reply, but all she could say is "What? What chastity belt? Harry in a chastity belt, what, are you crazy?" Sue was taken so off guard, she didn’t know if the words actually came out or whether she had just mouthed them.
"Look Sue, we both know the truth about Harry. I’m not sure how you did it, but somehow you got him to stay late that last week and make a chastity belt out of the new composite material. I’ll tell you something, I didn’t get to see it on him, but I saw it that last night before he completed it and it was a real work of art. That last Friday I was wet all day thinking of him locking that belt on. It’s a real shame I couldn’t have seen him do it."
The look on Sue’s face truly was priceless at this point. Her mouth hung open a bit and her eyes were wide but focused on Marla’s every word.
"When Harry left the lab on Friday evening, I was in my office across the hall. I sneaked into his lab to see the belt again, but it wasn’t there. I knew he had to be wearing it. And right there on the desktop were the keys to the belt. I just grabbed them, left the lab, and used my administrative authorization code to lock the lab before he could come back. Harry didn’t know I was watching him when he returned. He was so confused, scared, uh…, I guess shocked that he couldn’t get back in the lab. It was just wonderful."
"Well that night I went home, and God, the thought of him being locked up just wound me up like I’ve never been wound up before. You know, its not like Harry is a hunk or anything, but the thought of his poor little dick being locked up got me so excited, I must have cum fifteen times just thinking about it, him trying to get out it, then you and then the two of you together. You couldn’t believe how hot I got." Sue couldn’t believe what was rolling out of Marla’s mouth, but she just kept listening.
"So you see, I just couldn’t let Harry get out of the belt. So, I called the right people and informed them of the ‘theft’ that had been perpetrated by Harry and the rest is history. Since then, I’ve created a small stable of both men and women, who are now permanently belted, except when I want to use them as I see fit. All of this brings me of course to you."
"You what! You fucking bitch. How dare you screw with Harry and my lives like you’ve done." Sue was starting to get her composure back you could say. "Our whole life is a wreck now. Harry makes barely enough to get by. I haven’t felt his dick in my pussy or mouth for a long, long time, you ignorant bitch. Why the fuck are you doing this to us." Sue really started to dig in and fight.
Marla just sat there, not fazed in the least, waiting for the initial assault from Sue to settle down. "If you are done ranting and raving, I have a proposal for you."
"Why should I listen to anything else you have to say bitch?" Sue snarled.
"Because I still have the keys." That got Sue’s attention.
Marla let Sue just think for a second before continuing. "You know the whole thing with Harry and that belt really brought out a side of me, well I guess I knew it was there, but I kept it repressed for a long time. I like to control people. Make them my toys, my possessions. I like controlling their sex lives. You know, the way you tried to control Harry’s sex life. See, we are not all that different."
"So before you tell me to go fuck off again, hear me out. I have a proposal for you. You and Harry both. You see, the way I see what happened is, you wanted Harry to be locked up, ready at you disposal. But guess what, you don’t have the keys, I do and Harry’s sex is mine now. Its all your fault this happened in the first place, not mine, but I’m in control now, not you. As I told you on the phone, I now have the job of the man that fired Harry. With the right couple of memos saying that what happened with Harry was really an inventory accounting error, I could have Harry back to work by Monday."
"Well, that’s awfully fucking nice of you. What’s the catch? He’s still locked up isn’t he?"
"The catch is Sue, well really, is you. That little box of yours becomes my property. If you and Harry agree to this employment offer, you get fitted with a custom made, composite belt just like Harry’s. Whenever you are locked in, you won’t have any access to that clit of yours and neither will Harry. That’s the price."
"You must be out of your fucking mind! Why in God’s name would I do something like that?"
"First off, this is all your fault. Putting that aside though, if you give me control of your pussy, I’ll make certain concessions. When I see fit, I’ll remove Harry’s belt and give you access to his member. You remember it, don’t you? You’ll be able to stroke it, caress it, kiss it, suck it, like you used to and have been waiting to do for a long time. Periodically, I’ll remove your belt so he can have your pussy to play with. The only real catch is, I’m never going to remove your belt and his belt at the same time. Well then, what do you think. Are you ready to trade you freedom for the feel of his dick in your mouth again?"
Sue didn’t say anything this time. The options being presented were seriously beyond Sue’s or any normal persons comprehension level. Marla continued, "Of course, if Harry so desires he can fuck me whenever he wants. By the way, you can fuck me too if you’d like. You know I think I would like fucking Harry. Think this offer over wisely for a while, before you decide. I’m only making this offer once. You have two options. You can neither see nor feel Harry’s dick ever again, or you can give control of your sex to me and you can feel that dick of his explode in your mouth like it used to. You decide. I’ll give you 24 hours."
Marla handed Sue two business cards, one for herself and one for a tailor. "By tomorrow at 5:45, call me with your decision, If you agree, go see this man to have your measurements taken. Don’t be too angry, after all, we are going to be friends, I would think close friends, for a long, long time."
With that Marla got up and started to walk past Sue on her way to the door. Abruptly she stopped and bent over, kissing Sue gently on the lips. Without another word, she smiled and walked out.
The next 24 hours for Sue were the longest in her life. Harry had no idea of what was wrong with her that evening, but he was betting on PMS. He gave her wide berth as she had no tolerance for anything Harry did. The hours went by like minutes. Sue slept, or tried to sleep, in a separate bedroom from Harry that night. Dawn came, and the weight of the world felt like it was crushing her. How could she freely give up her sex to that miserable bitch? How could she keep her husband locked up forever? Two impossible questions, no right answer.
The minutes ticked on, and 5:45 approached. At 5:44 Sue reached for the phone and dialed the number. Marla answered and Sue blurted out "I’ll do it". She felt as if she had just sold her soul to the devil. "Tell Harry that he has his old job back, starting Monday morning. By the way, I knew you would make the right decision. Bye." Sue just hung up and left to meet the tailor.
Sue didn’t tell Harry about the deal she made with Marla. She did tell him that there had been a call from the personnel department, somehow everything had been made right again, and he would be returning to his old job. He would have a new boss, a lady boss. Sue really was hoping Marla was going to change her mind before Harry reported to work.
A few weeks later, well after Harry’s return to work, Marla arrived at Sue’s with a box and Sue knew the moment of truth was upon her. She carefully opened the box and looked at the contents. There was a belt, made of the same composite material Harry had used to make his belt. The craftsman ship of the belt was exquisite, not a blemish or rough edge to be seen. She picked it up. The belt was rather light in weight, but solid. Placing it back down she kept denying to herself this was happening.
Again she picked up the belt and looked over what she was about to commit to. The waist band was about 1" wide and a ¼" thick. It was molded to follow the curves of her hips. There was a 1" wide strip that ran down the crack of her ass, opening to an oval for her anus, then resuming as a single strip that connected to the face plate. The face plate was really two pieces, a slotted piece that would closely cover her pussy, with just enough room for her labia lips to protrude. The second piece was a cover that sat about an inch above the first piece, forming a hood such that nothing would ever be able to touch her. It was really an amazing piece of hardware, a single piece of molded composite sitting in front of her, waiting to take her sex.
She slowly let her skirt drop to the floor and then removed her panties. Marla approached her and quietly asked her to turn around. Surrendering, Sue turned away from Marla. Marla lightly ran her hands over Sue’s legs and buttocks, then worked her fingers around the front to Sue’s sex. Sue quivered as she did this, closed her eyes and tried to imagine that this was just a bad dream. Marla liked what she felt and smiled a wicked little smile that Sue could not see.
Marla said "I really wish I could have seen Harry that first night. The first time is just so exciting. Well then, lets do it. Please lift your right foot." Sue complied and Marla slipped the belt under her foot. "Put your foot down now and lift your other foot." The belt was slipped over the other foot and Sue placed her foot back on the floor. Marla held the belt at Sue’s knees. "Reach down and touch yourself. It will be a while before you have the chance to do it again." Sue complied, but she couldn’t excite herself at all. "Ok, that was your chance, now place your hands behind your neck." Sue reached up and took a deep breath. Marla worked the belt up, over her thighs and ass, until the waist band was at the final height. "You’re mine" and with that Marla pushed the ends of the waist band into the front plate, securely locking Sue’s sex.
"To give you time to get used to this, I’ll let you wear it a short while before I let you out again. Hmmm, Harry was locked up for two and half years, that seems like an appropriate break in period. Don’t you think so? Anyway, in a month or so, I’ll start letting Harry out for a couple or days or so at a time. Treat him well, he deserves it. Make sure you both follow my every rule, or else one of you may end up being belted for a long, long time without a break, maybe even forever."
Marla walked around the front of Sue, and with a wicked smile, stripped in front of her. "Now its time for your first lesson as my new toy, get on your knees and make me enjoy this moment like I’ve enjoyed no other." Marla, sat on the edge of the couch and open her legs wide for Sue.
Sue was absolutely humiliated, but crawled over to Marla’s, dripping wet pussy. It was incredibly wet. Slowly she started to lick it, driving Marla’s hip’s into an instant gyration. Right when Marla was about to explode, Sue pulled back. "Fuck you, bitch. You can lock me up, but I’m not going to be your whore."
"There, there my little pet. You will learn that you are my slut now, to do with as I see fit. That outburst just cost your dear hubby another month before you can blow him. Mouth off to me again, and I’ll add another year to both your and his belted times. So if I were you, I’d put that slutty little mouth back where it belongs and learn a little respect." Marla was beside herself. Of all the people in her stable, she new Sue was going to be the most fun. As Sue buried her face in Marla’s pussy again, Marla exploded like she never had in her entire life. She reached down, ran her fingers through Sue’s hair and held her head in place for the next half hour. What a wonderful time she was having.
"Sue, you will learn that I give all the orders and take all the pleasure. Except for that little outburst, you behaved oh so well this first time. I think I will have you service me on a regular basis. But poor Harry is going to have to wait two months before you can suck him and I can fuck him. Think about that for a while. I’ll leave you now to get cleaned up before Harry returns. I imagine tonight will be very interesting for the two of you." Marla got dressed and left.
For Sue, it now really sunk in. Both Harry and herself were now Marla’s property. They were both locked up, and it was going to be different now. Oh, how it was going to be different.
As soon as Marla left, Sue tried to get the belt off. No way, no how. This belt was made perfectly for Sue. There wasn’t even any place on the belt where there was a gap between the belt and skin. And oh, how her box was yearning to be touched. As much of a bitch Marla was, Sue couldn’t help become aroused by being forced to eat pussy.
Sue ran her fingers down to the shields. Regardless of what she did, the belt did not give at all. She couldn’t touch her clit. Harry wouldn’t be able to touch or lick her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" is all so could mutter. Sue’s heart raced. The clock chimed in the hall and Sue realized that Harry would be home very soon. She rushed to the bathroom, washed up and tried to make herself presentable.
While she was dressing she heard Harry arrive home. "I’ll be down in a minute. How about we go out to dinner." She was hiding the truth from Harry but she would have to tell him over to dinner. As they were getting ready to leave, Sue changed her mind and turned to Harry. "Can we talk for a few minutes before we go?"
"Sure, what’s up?" The went into the living room and sat down on the sofa together.
"Harry, I have always loved you. Ever since you got locked in that belt, I’ve blamed myself for being the cause of your anguish, your inability to have sex with me, to just have an orgasm. I’ve really felt bad ever since that dreadful day when you couldn’t go back for the keys." Sue’s eyes were starting to fill up. "I would do anything in the world to give you the chance to get out of that belt. You know that, don’t you."
Harry was a little taken off guard. He wasn’t really sure why Sue chose now to discuss this issue, but these discussions had popped up periodically since he became belted. "Its ok Sue, we’ve talked about this before. There is no way I’ll ever get out of this belt and there is nothing you can do about it. Just let it go."
"You just don’t understand, there is a way to get you out of the belt. I found a way to get you out of the belt, or rather some way to get you out of the belt found me, but either way you are going to be let out in about two months."
Harry was really starting to question Sue’s sanity at this point. "What are you talking about? I don’t have the keys. You don’t have the keys. I can’t get out and you can’t let me out. So just who is going to let me out in two months?"
"Your new boss, Marla, that’s who. She has the key to your belt Harry! She’s only going to let you out of the belt when she decides." Sue took a few minutes to explain to Harry about Marla discovering the belt, taking the key, and getting him fired.
Harry was physically shaken. "Once this belt comes off, I’m never putting it back on. I don’t care what that controlling bitch thinks, says or does, but I’ll never be locked up again." Sue burst out crying after that statement, which really confused Harry.
Harry hugged Sue and tried to calm her down. Sue was mumbling something about "my belt", but Harry couldn’t quite make it out. Finally Harry got Sue to relax, control her breathing and gain some self control. Sue got up and walked across the living room.
"Ok Sue, you were trying to tell me something a second ago about my belt. What is it."
"No Harry, I wasn’t talking about your belt. If you refuse to put your belt back on Harry, Marla is never, ever, going to take my belt off." And with that she lifted the hem of her dress and showed Harry the newest edition to her wardrobe.
The good thing about nightmares is that eventually you wake up. Harry definitely had the feeling he couldn’t wake up. He ran over to Sue, got down on his knees and looked at the unbelievable sight that had suddenly appeared. He had long ago given up on gaining access to his own member, and truly fell in love with touching Sue’s pussy, eating it, bringing it to orgasm, and now it was locked up out of reach, just like his dick was long out of reach.
"Oh my God. What have you done? Why in the hell did you put this thing on? Are you crazy? You’ve seen me suffer over the years, why would you do something as stupid as this?" Sue started crying again.
"Because Harry, I love you. She said she would never let us both out at the same time, but she would let us out periodically to be serviced by each other, as long as we followed her every wish and command. Harry, it just wasn’t fair that you be locked up forever. I’m sorry, I should have talked to you about this before hand, but you would never have agreed to it."
"Periodically. What do you mean by that. When will I be able to touch you again? What about me?"
"Well for you, you will be out in about two months. Originally she said she would let you out in a month, but I refused to eat her pussy, and she changed it to two months. Then, I had to eat her out for half an hour." Sue didn’t offer anything more.
"And what about your release?" Harry shouted, or almost shouted as he was trying to contain his anger.
Meagerly, Sue replied "She said something about a break in period. Two and half years. Harry, I’m going to go crazy if you can’t touch me for that long."
Harry walked over to the sofa and sat back down. He placed his heads in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. He slowly shook his head. Sue watched from a distance, giving Harry the time and space he needed. After what seemed an eternity, he looked up at Sue with the most resigned look on his face she had ever seen. Harry calmly said, "We will play her games for now. We’ll do whatever she says or demands. But I swear, I will figure out a way to get us out of these belts. When I do, she is going to get paid back a thousand times over."
With that statement, Harry and Sue started their joint submission to Marla.
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