Living With The Belt

I have been serving my Master for approximately eight years now of which for four of these years my Master has had me in what he calls "In Chastity".

A little about my Master and myself. We met a work, he was initially a Technical Supervisor and I was the receptionist. As we were both good at our jobs we found ourselves being promoted. He became eventually Operations Manager and I became IT Manager.

The first two years when we worked together nothing between us happened but there was always something special between my Master and myself. I started to find myself fanaticizing about him and how he would treat me if I was his slave. I have always been submissive and with my husband at the time, he was unable to satisfy my needs. We tried but he was always to rough and he could not seem to comprehend how a Master/slave role should be. He did not want to talk about it. So eventually I gave up, satisfied myself with my own fantasies, and created my own situations to satisfy my needs.

When my now Master came to work in the office he seemed to be very understanding but at the same time was strong and had an air of authority about him. This made me curious and I started to give out signals to him, which he seemed to pick up on.

Although we were both married, this did not seem to worry me. There was a deeper desire within me that drove me on. The signals started to get obvious. I once asked him if he liked high heels that I happened wear on some occasions. This he immediately replied saying that he wished I wear them all the time as they made my posture more elegant. By which I replied "more sexy as well". This he did not deny. With this I looked him straight in the eye and asked him if he would like me to wear high heels for him every day. He was reluctant to reply but eventually he said yes. So from that day on I have worn high heels every day. Some higher than others but my collection is quite large now. Therefore, I have a good selection from which my Master can choose.

From that day on we progressed quickly to where he would chose all the clothes I would wear, or not wear depending on him.

We started to have meals together after work. Well being managers, we had to discuss important matters. This is where I started to open up to him telling him that I was submissive and liked to be under someone's control. I told him that although I am a very strong and some times aggressive in my job the submissive side, which came out mainly at night, balanced my life to exactly how I like it. We discussed this at great length on many occasions and we both decided to my delight that I would become his slave. I would dress, wear my hair and act all to his wishes. I was there to serve him.

Life with my husband was not working out. Our interests were so different so after a short time serving my Master at the office, I decided to leave my husband and live on my own. The break up and divorce was a bit messy but eventually I was free to serve.

The Master/slave relationship blossomed. My Master became more dominant and I became more submissive, realizing that I also became excited the more I was humiliated and denied access to my own body. I relished when my Master dressed me in very restrictive leather clothing complete with collar and parade me in public.

He once took me to a local airport, in the evening, dressed as a tart. Very short black leather skirt, see through top, black fishnet self support stockings and red very high-heeled shoes. My make-up was heavy with very red lipstick. I wore no bra or knickers. Over the top, I was allowed to wear a jacket that came to just above the hem of my skirt. We drove to the airport and once there we went into the central area where the check-ins and arrivals were. He made me parade around and every now and again he would order me to kneel beside him where he would hand me a small piece of paper. On each one, was an item of clothing for which I had to remove. Either there or in the toilets. This I duly did until I only had on my shoes, stockings and jacket. He made me walk around for approximately one hour outside past the taxi rank, into arrivals, past the check-in desks etc. Getting me to bend over every so often on the pretext of straighten a stocking or my ankle chain. I was obviously showing plenty to the world but the more humiliated I felt the hotter I got until I felt my juices running down my thighs.

I wanted to always please my Master and felt I had to show him that I was his. I knew that his wife had his initials tattooed on her shaved pubis, just above her lips and an "S", his initial, with a rose through it on her right buttock. I therefore pleaded with my Master, saying I would do anything he wanted if I could have his complete signature tattooed on my shaved pubis. I also wanted one of my inner lips pierced and a ring with a small tag attached with his initial on.

He thought about this for a number of weeks and then without warning he took me to a tattoo and piercing studio to have my wish come true. I did not anticipate that I would have both done at the same time, with a little extra. He booked a complete evening with the female tattooist /piercer. Therefore, I had his signature tattooed on my pubis, both my inner labia lips pierced with each a ring carrying a small stainless steel tag which my Master had engraved with his initials. One initial on one with the other showing the other. He still was not finished. My nipples are quite large and when aroused stand out approximately a centimeter. He therefore had my nipples pierced and had large gauge rings fitted. I came out feeling rather tired and a little in shock with so much done to me, but I was proud knowing that I was now truly his. The rings fitted were all of large gauge but I know that the larger the guage the more submissive you are and slave to your Master.

Our relationship really became interesting after that and I became more his slave. After four years though something happened to me that really showed me that I wanted to be his and his only. My ex- husband arrived at my door drunk one Saturday night. He tried to force himself onto me but I managed to reject him. However, I did receive a black eye for my resistance. He though managed to see my tattoos, as I now had a number, on my buttocks, breast, ankle and back/shoulder. This shocked him and he left calling my Master and myself perverts kinky etc. It did get me to thinking though and when my Master saw me, he made sure that I would not be troubled by my ex again.

We discussed what had happened and my Master decided that I should now wear a chastity belt, which would stop anyone trying to force him or herself on to me. I was extremely excited at the thought but also apprehensive, as I did not know what to expect. The thought of being in a chastity belt where my Master only holds the key really started to excite me.

There were a number of things that concerned me though, these related to cleanliness, hygiene, would the belt show under my clothing, could I still wear my Masters rings, as well as shaving. My Master has made me shave since the first day I became his slave. He does not allow any body hair at all, so I have to shave very regularly to be smooth at all times.

He ordered me to investigate as much as I could but what ever I found out would not change the fact that I would wear a chastity belt.

The other thing that concerned me was the fact that I knew my Master's wife satisfied his every need sexually. So with me "in chastity" my sexual satisfaction would be entirely under the control of my Master. As I have said the more I am controlled the more I am aroused, so after I have been with my Master and he has left me alone to go home, I have on a number of occasions played with myself and brought myself to orgasm. Once in the belt this would be impossible.

I approached the subject with my Master and he informed me that once I was in the belt then he would "own" my orgasm's. This, instead of making me more apprehensive only made me more aroused. As I have said the more I am controlled the more I become aroused.

Another aspect was the fact that as an IT Manager with an international company it meant that I travel considerably for the job. This means security checks at the airports. Already I had been stopped a couple of times due to over sensitive monitoring devices detecting my piercings. On those occasions I have had to explain that I was pierced. On one occasion though at Singapore International I was given a complete body search including internals even though my piercings were apparent. Still although it was humiliating this only added to my arousal for serving my Master. On my return when I told him what happened this also turned him on considerably and our climax was intense.

Therefore, the belt did not concern me so much in this respect as I knew I would probably undergo body searches at nearly all airports. In fact now I carry a photograph of myself naked in the belt, on the suggsetion of a security guard at Amsterdam Schipol Airport. This has helped on a number of occasions but I have to still expect body searches, especially in US Airports as the belt can mask a security risk. On one occasion the belt was nearly removed as they thought I was concelling something in my vagina. The only thing that helped me was a thorough search of my belongings which showed I had no key for the belt on me. Also they phoned my Master to confirm that I was in fact, as they put it, incased by him. This type of humiliation only adds to my sense of fulfilment and sexuality.

In the belt I have also become the whore for my Master. He "rents" me out to business collegues when they visit the country. This again is done in quite a humiliating manner but he knows that my body is his to do with what he likes. I comply with my Masters wishes as in these situations I am released from the belt and in the way it is done I am also sexually satisfied. I will descibe a typical way I have to "entertain" later.

To be continued:

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