Always Read The Large Print

Chapter 3 - The Shoot

`Well.?' he left for Janine to finish.

Janine however was completely engrossed in herself. She couldn't believe what she was wearing, The shiny metal looked good, she moved her hand down to the belt, She couldn't feel a thing, just the clean finish of the steel. Placing her fingers over the slit in the belt, she could feel her lips trying to squeeze through. Following the front curve of the metal that passed between her legs, it split into two separate chains that attached to the back of the belt. The chains where tight; her sex was completely withheld within its new confines. She noticed Sam watching her, and must have appear slightly embarrassed.

`It's okay.' he said, `you may find that if you walk around a little, you'll fit the belt better'.

She nodded at that and started to walk. Well she tried to walk. The chain between her legs prevented her from taking a normal step. She stumbled slightly as her legs refused to stretch normally and resigned her self to taking smaller steps. Sam was right. As she walked her lips moved to find their most comfortable positions within its new prison.

`Shall we get started then?' Sam enquired.

`Erm. yes' replied Janine, `but I'm not too sure, how do I go about modelling this?'

`You'll be fine' answered Sam, preparing his camera adjustments for the lighting.

They continued for a few hours with Janine posing in various ways; from a look of excitement over the belt and bra to a look of horror about them, and to a deprived look of knowing she'll be unable to have sex until she's released.

Eventually it was Sam who said he had enough pictures. On the table nearby where about a dozen of film rolls. `That was marvellous' he said to Janine; `I'll just start developing these in the dark room. That'll do for the modelling today; feel free to get dressed. Please stay for a coffee if you want. I'll just be about 15 minutes' with that he slipped into another room leaving Janine alone.

She looked about for a moment, then went over to where her clothes where hung up. She realised that she was wearing the belt and bra. `Well I'll have to take these off first' she thought. She looked first at the belt and tried pushing down, but it wouldn't budge. The steel wasn't wide enough to go over her hips, and the chains connecting the belt to the bra wouldn't have allowed much movement anyway. She tried moving the bra next, but that too wouldn't move. The collar too was padlocked on and wouldn't come off without the key. She glanced about the room looking for the keys but couldn't find them.

She went over to the door when Sam had gone in and tried the handle, locked. She knocked on the door and called out for Sam.

He answered back.

`Sam, Where are the keys for the belt and stuff?' she asked through the door.

It was a slight moment before Sam answered her, instead, he answered back asking her to put the kettle on, and he'd be out in 5 minutes.

Well that's not much of an answer, she thought. But nevertheless went over to the kitchen and plugged the kettle in. She caught sight of herself in the mirror as she was there. She stood momentarily looking at herself. She moved one hand down to the band of metal that passed between her legs, all she felt was the cold, hard steel. She felt the small slit that ran down the centre of the steel, and tried touching through that. Nothing. It was too small to get her fingers through. `God, Id hate to be wearing this permanently, you wouldn't get any excitement' she thought to herself as a slight smile came to her face. She moved her hand upwards and came to her breasts. Now entirely covered in two spheres of steel. The orbs where so tight to her chest that she couldn't get a slight part of her fingers underneath. Moving her hands over the orbs, she found they where almost a completely smooth semi-circle. She heard the door across the room being opened and quickly pulled her hands away. The kettle was almost boiled so she gathered two cups and made the coffee for the two of them.

They both settled into the sofa, Janine found herself wondering how funny she must look, sitting with nothing but the metal underwear and drinking coffee. So it was Janine who quickly said `Sam, Where are the keys for this?'

Sam waited for a moment, then answered more slowly than normal `Janine, you read the contract right? I said all this when you first came here. You know that you have to wear this for 12 months. I can't unlock it. I've got an agreement with the makers about this too.'

Janine looked at Sam in shock; `No. No, you cant. I didn't know, I want this off; now' her voice beginning to rise in volume.

`There's nothing I can do. You haven't read the contract have you? If I remove them, I'll be sued by the makers as well as them suing you. I'm sorry' He said, almost apologetically. `I'm not willing to have that happen to me'.

`Well, give me the keys and I'll unlock it, that way you wont have done so.' She said thinking. `But I didn't read the contract; I didn't know, Its not fair' Her voice now wavering as panic began to seep over her.

Sam got up from the sofa, went over to a drawer, opened it and removed the contract, then passed it to Janine. `Its all in here, you've signed it, I know it sounds harsh but there really is nothing I can do.'

Janine went quiet as she stared at the contract. She began to read through it, and became more and more horrified as she continued reading it. `Shit, I signed this?' she asked without needing to, her signature was indeed at the bottom of the contract. `There's got to be something I can do. I'll call the makers. The number and address of the manufactures where on the contract. `Can I have a copy of this?' she asked Sam.

`Okay' he said, `Ill get a photocopy of it for you.'

Resigned to her fate, Janine realised there was nothing she could at the moment, she would have to continue to wear everything. `I think Id best get dressed' she said quietly.

She went over to where her clothes wear, and took the pair of tights she had worn when she first came. She then realised a major problem. The chain attached to the thigh bands firstly prevented her from moving her legs apart to get her foot into the tights, but when she pulled them up. The chain prevented her from pulling them up to her crotch. Realising this, she took them off. She thought about asking just to have this chain removed but she knew Sam wouldn't do it. She ignored the panties, knowing she wouldn't be able to wear them either, and pulled on her skirt. She then pulled on the top, and again realised shed have another problem.

The chains that connected the bra to the belt where on show, as was the collar and the chains there. She couldn't go home wearing this. She asked Sam if he had some spare clothes she could borrow; fortunately he did, so she pulled a turtleneck sweater on. Looking herself in the mirror, her new underwear was hidden pretty well. The lines of the thigh bands showed in the skirt as she walked; but she could manage that. The bra, belt and collar where hidden by the turtleneck sweater.

Sam said he'd post the contract to her, she had little choice but to agree, they said their goodbyes, and she left.

[ Story Continues in Part 4 ]
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