Rachel sat alone in front of the keyboard, staring.
She knew something had changed, but would not admit just what. As she opened her e-mail once again, her heart jumped as she saw a reply from Him. Just knowing He was there made her feel wonderful.
She had fought hard, even admirably, but she never had a chance. He owned her even from the beginning, and she knew it. She had never felt quite like this before, and she knew she might never feel this way again.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she opened it to see the uniform of a UPS Driver. She signed for the package, and went back inside. The return address was from New York, and she drew in a breath. How did He know? Was it He?
As she opened the box, she thought of how she had told Him that He did not have control of her. She did not see Him smiling so far away. He knew she was already His property, and would soon become His slave. She opened the package slowly, it was shiny metal, and it was something she had never seen before. A stainless steel collar! It was quite beautiful, and apparently it now belonged to her.
She thought of Him, and hesitated before trying it on. This felt so strange to her, she thought, and placed the collar around her neck. As she closed it, she heard a faint "click". It was over, somehow, it had locked on, and she struggled for an hour to remove it. She could not; she was securely locked in.
Her mind was in a panic, as she thought what to do. Her family, friends, they would see her like this. As she stared at it, she felt good inside, somehow protected, safe. Yet she HAD to get it off. How, she thought, was the question?
The next day, rachel visited a local locksmith, who tried without luck to pick the lock. Sorry, Miss, this lock is not pickable, it is too well made. She reached up to touch it again, and she heard the man comment that it was too thick and tight to be cut off without hurting her.
When it hit her that she was trapped in the collar, rachel immediately soaked herself, and left the store. The ride home was erotic, she could not keep her fingers off the collar, and the thought of being trapped in it was both terrifying and immensely pleasurable. It did not matter, she thought to herself, she was proud of it, and even though she had no choice, she would wear it proudly.
As she pulled up her driveway, a strange package caught her eye. It was in front of the door, and it was left by UPS. She carried it inside carefully, and opened it up. Inside was a metal belt, she looked at it in shock, my god, she thought, this is a chastity belt!
Rachel could not help herself, she had to keep staring at it, and wanted to try it on, yet she was afraid. What if this too, locked? She touched it, stared at it, and fell asleep with it on her bed with her.
The next day, she stared at it some more. She could no longer help her self, and reached into the box, took out the belt, and tried it on. She just would not close it, she thought. She looked at it in the mirror, and it did not seem to fit right, she pulled it up higher, but the belt around her waist had to be closer to fit right. She put the ends as close as she dared, and looked again. Holding her waist in, she closed her eyes, and imagined it locked on her, unable to touch herself, completely owned by the person with the key.
"Click". The lock shut suddenly, and her eyes opened wide with terror. Rachel was locked, and there was no way out. Rachel was going to become a slave.
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