Part 7 - Ascent into Chastity - Home At Last

'You didn't!' Caroline had surprised me in my office around four, just as I was intending to make my getaway. She had started by telling me about the journalists, who actually were from the FT and were working on an expose of Kieren Pressar. She also showed some surprisingly good pictures of someone who she thought looked very much like me! Now she was in fits of laughter as I told her of my trip to Paris and the dressmaker, the meetings on the train with Pressar and the incident in the limo. 'I wished I'd been there!' She showed no sign of stopping.

'It's not that funny!' But I wasn't exactly keeping a straight-faced either as we talked from opposite side of my desk over two cups of coffee.

'I suppose he wasn't too upset!' She rocked backwards in her chair as if dragging on one of her imaginary, but banned in my office, cigarettes. 'He did buy you a good lunch! Or perhaps, he likes a tough challenge!'

'He'll need some special tools! Bolt-cutters or something heavy duty!' I didn't like that idea. 'Or a good locksmith!' But Jean had assured me that he only used the best!

****

'Are you going to show me then?' She had stood and had walked round to my side of the desk. 'We won't be disturbed!' She motioned me to stand up. 'I gave my orders to your secretary!'

Now, Caroline has seen me naked many times, as we've oftened sun-bathed in the garden of our secluded cottage with little or nothing on. We both feel that if you're going to tan, then you should do it properly! But, here despite being concealed in my own very private office, I was reluctant to drop the skirt and show my newly installed hardware! 'Perhaps, later!' I remained sitting.

'No!' She lifted me to my feet, unbuttoned and removed my jacket and then placed it carefully over a hanger on the back of the door. She then turned the lock, before returning and starting to unbuckle the belt. 'This is nice!' She examined the raised buckle professionally, like the respected fashion journalist she'd been in her career. 'Clever!' She felt the lump underneath the waistband of the skirt. 'Such a simple way to hide the lock! I'll remember that for the article!'

'What article?' I thought she'd been joking! And since that supper she'd said nothing about the belt Charles claimed he had ordered. 'Has your belt arrived yet?'

'Can you keep a secret?' I nodded. She then guided my hand to her body, so that I could feel the steel over the top of the corsetted waist under her rather loose sleeveless summer dress.

I was about to say something, but she raised her finger to my mouth to indicate silence. 'It arrived from the States yesterday! Charles couldn't wait to lock me in this morning!' She stood back and pulled the dress tight around her waist. 'It's fine, but I don't like the lock! Look here!' She indicated the bump. 'This was the only thing I could wear that didn't show it! It's not exactly waist flattering is it?' She took my belt and placed it on the desk. 'I'll need to get one of these!'

'Jean has some very good ideas.' I chuckled at some of them which were best described as outrageous!

'Did he make the belt, too?' I nodded as her hands found the zip on the skirt.

'If you put a hole in the front here.' I drew a small rectangle on the front of my skirt at the waist. 'You could have a lock that was part of say a leather belt outside with a large buckle!'

'That's a great idea!' She drew in the dress to show her waist again. 'That would really emphasise your waist.' She smiled wickedly. 'You could even have a very obvious lock. A big brass padlock even! That would be some statement!'

'He's been there!' I was remembering some of the photos Jean had shown me in Paris! 'A spectacular leather corset dress had such a lock and belt at the waist with a matching lockable collar over a neck corset!' I felt her pull my skirt to the floor. 'You'd look wonderful in something like that!'

She smiled at my comment, stood back and looked at me in amazement, as I stood there in just a corset, stockings, heels and the confining steel belt. 'Every man's dream!' She smiled. 'A beautiful lady totally under his control! Who'd do anything for release!'

I remembered the fun with Pressar. 'But free to play naughty teasing games!' I walked towards her. 'Now turn round! I want to look at you!' She reluctantly turned so that I could unzip her.

It was now my turn to be amazed at my friend. She was an astonishing image all in black, except for the mirror-finished steel belt that bisected her corset and enclosed her sex. 'We make a fine pair!' I laughed and extended my arms to embrace her. 'I'm sure we could earn some money as a cabaret act!'

I put my arms around her and she did the same to me. Two pairs of hands gently explored each others body, much more in discovery than anything sexual. But that is not to say that my body and mind were racing in all sorts of directions, that were mostly of that nature. She lowered her head on to my shoulder and started to laugh uncontrollable. 'What the hell have we got ourselves into?'

'A few pounds of steel!' We were both hugging each other's constrained bodies tightly.

'I just hope that all of this is going to be worth it!'

*****

'It's good of you to take me home!' Caroline and I were in the back of Charles' Mercedes negotiating the traffic at the bottom of the motorway that led towards Suffolk and home.

'It's no problem! As you said, we can stay the night and we will!' She touched me gently to emphasise her statement. 'It's been a long time since we had a good supper together!'

'Let's just hope that the pub could stretch the table to four! I'm surprisingly hungry! Considering what I've eaten and drunk!' I thought again. 'Let's hope too that DHL delivered the keys!'

'What!' Caroline was very surprised and showed it! 'You don't have the keys? Now that is being a bit silly!'

'No!' I couldn't see why I should have them. 'Isn't the point, that you lose control of your body? If I had the keys, it wouldn't be right!'

'Yes! Charles has my keys.' She was trying to be concerned, but I think she felt I'd brought all this on myself and perhaps deserved my fate. 'But I wouldn't trust anybody else with them. I'm surprised you trusted someone like DHL!'

'They always seem to get papers to me on time!'

'There's always a first time for a failure!'

*****

We'd all eaten and drunk too much, when we walked back to the cottage just after ten o'clock. Not that for Caroline and I that had been a great deal, as corsetted as we were, there just wasn't much room!

'I have something to show you!' Caroline stubbed her inevitable cigarette out in my sink and grabbed my bottle of Paddy and a large bottle of still Volvic water from the dresser. 'Charles!' She ordered her husband. 'Grab some of those glasses and everyone follow me!' Like the dutiful friends we were, we followed her into the lounge.

'What have you to show us?' My ex-husband had his arm round Caroline as he asked the question, whilst sat between the two ladies on the sofa. Charles finished pouring the whiskey for us all, adding water as required, before he sat opposite in an armchair.

Caroline put her drink on the floor and stood up suddenly, before pulling my ex to his feet with both hands. She then kicked off her shoes and turned her back towards him. 'Can you unzip me, please?' He reached forward and drew the zip down to her waist. 'Now take the dress off!' He obeyed again, carefully dropping it off each shoulder and then allowing her to step out gracefully.

As he placed the dress on the back of the sofa, his face was a picture of delight as he turned back towards her! 'Oh!' He took a deep breath! His eyes seemed to get much larger! 'So you've got it! It's finally arrived!' He embraced my friend with his hands busy checking the waistband. She kissed him deeply in return forcing her tongue deep into his mouth, whilst her hands explored his body in detail. He pulled back. 'Steady on, Caroline.'

'It's alright!' She pulled him in tightly and very strongly again. 'Feel it! Touch it!' She moved his hands to the front of the belt. 'I don't have the keys to myself. Charles may or may not have them with him!' Charles, who was giving the impression he was enjoying the proceedings, gave a vague gesture, which could have been interpreted as either a yes or a no! 'So, you can see you're perfectly safe!' I saw her hand go down the inside of his trousers. 'Well! From me anyway!'

'I just wish...' He was looking at me, as he started to say something, whilst trying to extract himself from Caroline's strong embrace.

'Go on!' I asked him to finish. He didn't! So I continued. 'I don't mind what you do with Caroline. She's my friend! Your friend! Her husband's here! She's also slightly bigger than you and can probably look after herself!' I stood up, walked a pace or so forward and played with Caroline's lock. 'But as she's said and you can see, she's under a very solid lock and key!' My ex took my interference, as an opportunity to beat a quick and safe retreat!

Unlike her, I kept my shoes on so that I could look directly into her eyes, despite her greater height. I now leant forward and kissed her gently on the cheek, before turning back towards my ex. 'I'll excuse her behaviour, as I know that when you're in a chastity belt, things happen to your mind. You get frustrated! Obviously!' Caroline nodded in agreement. 'But you also have a desire to cuddle, touch and kiss all your friends!' She tried to cuddle me and nodded again. 'And anyone else for that matter!' She grinned. 'You'd do anything to get your body released from your prison! And you have an overwhelming desire to obey!' I paused. 'Is that all true, Caroline?' I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pressed her down.

She kneeled as I hoped she would, dropped her head and nodded very submissively. The belt was having a deep affect on her.

I put my hand under her chin and she rose slowly to her feet again. 'Undress me!' I moved her hands towards the buttons of my jacket! Slowly and deliberately she undid the three buttons and removed my jacket, placing it with her dress. She now knelt again and almost lovingly kissed the buckle of my belt, before unfastening it and drawing the belt from its loops.

I brought her to her feet again and as she moved her hands to the zip of the skirt, I stopped her. I immediately pulled her in close and kissed her full and passionately on the lips. Something I'd never done seriously with a woman before. I felt our mouths open and our tongues meet and fight in a mixture of whiskey and Caroline's smoke. I pulled back. 'Caroline! Go and get your cigarettes!' She looked very hurt. 'All of them!' I was completely surprised at her obedience!

*****

She handed them to me like the naughty pupil, who'd been caught smoking behind the school bike shed. She'd even brought her lighter as well. Perhaps she did feel guilty about her filthy habit! 'Charles!' He stood instantly at my almost barked calling of his name. 'Burn these in the grate! Your wife has just given up smoking!' Charles wasted no time in complying with my order. But the expression on his face, showed that he wasn't unwilling.

Caroline was still standing in front of me. 'You bitch! You effing bitch!' She spoke very firmly but quite quietly considering the words. Tears had started to roll down her face, as she watched the flames subside. 'I can't do without...'

I stopped her and made her kneel again, pulling her head into my body, just as you would to comfort a child. 'There! There!' I patted her and gently stroked her hair. 'You won't smoke again, will you?' She sobbed and nodded! 'Charles has promised me, that you won't get released if you smoke.' I saw her husband stuff his hand in his mouth to stop himself laughing! I heard several heartfelt sobs.

'Are you better now?' I'd given her a sip of whiskey and wiped the tears from her face with a tissue, whilst she was still kneeling in front of me. She nodded and smiled up at me. 'I'm still very much dressed!' I turned the zip of the skirt towards her. 'You may continue!' I was now also facing and looking directly at my ex, who was now sitting on the sofa with Charles.

As the skirt dropped gradually to the floor, I watched two male faces change from mild amusement to a mixture of joy and astonishment. As I wiggled my hips with my hands high in the air like a belly dancer, to finally get free of the skirt, I received a round of applause. I curtseyed in return, whilst Caroline rose from her knees and threw the now-free skirt at her husband.

*****

I offered my arms out to Caroline. 'Are we still good friends?' She smiled and shook her head to give conflicting signals. I debated with myself about whether I should apologise for the cigarettes. I decided that I wouldn't! 'But I mean it about your smoking!' She held my hands, but we were standing at a distance. 'Kissing you, was like kissing a dirty ash tray!' I felt her hands try to release themselves, but I kept my grip.

'I know!' She looked at Charles. 'He complains too!'

'It's why I prefer soixante-neuf!' Charles had spoken. 'You taste better that way!'

Everyone laughed and Caroline fell into my arms. I suspected she wanted another cuddle, but she grabbed and then dragged me down onto the large sheepskin rug that covered the carpet. Unable to resist her greater size and strength, she quickly rolled me onto my back. Seconds later, she was sitting astride my stomach, with her steel belt clanking next to mine and my hands pinned to the floor. 'Tables been have turned!' She bent her arms and tried to kiss me. I turned away. 'You're now in my power!' Almost viciously she pushed her belt into the top of my thigh. 'They make a nice weapon too!'

'Ouch!' I looked up at my smiling tormentor. 'That's not fair!'

'That's for the cigarettes!' She dropped down and this time I didn't resist her kiss. 'Yes! We're friends! I'll try!' She kissed me again. 'This time I really will give up! I really do promise!'

*****

It was perhaps twenty minutes later when Charles and Caroline excused themselves and made for their bedroom.

For most of that time, Caroline and I had been lying on the floor cuddling, talking, kissing, massaging, drinking and teasing both each other and our respective partners. Why is that two women can do things like that, whereas when we suggested that the men get to know each other better, they moved further to the ends of the sofa? Only reluctantly had they eventually joined as on the floor. But they made sure, that we kept them apart!

'So you've had your fun!' My ex spoke as he laid on his back beside me on the rug. 'Where are the keys?'

I was on my stomach, so before I replied, I propped myself up and reached over him. 'Now come on! You're joking, aren't you?' His face was absolutely straight. 'Jean sent two sets of keys by DHL!' Perhaps they hadn't arrived, after all!

'It all depends really doesn't it?'

'On what?'

'On whether you want to be released, now! Or in the morning!' He hesitated. 'Or perhaps your answer is never! In which case it doesn't matter at all.'

'Shall I say that my body wants to be released now.' He put his hand to the lock. 'On the other hand, one deep part of my mind, says never!'

'We could compromise!' He drew me down, so that I kissed him. 'Why don't I unlock you in the morning?' He then produced a coin from his pocket. 'Or we could just toss a coin! Heads with this key now!' He produced a key like a magician. So, he'd had the keys all the time. The Rotter! 'Tails and you'll be in a regime much stricter than even Anita! You would never see or touch yourself again!'

I shivered at his last idea and sat up. 'I think we'll go to bed now.' He stood beside me and lifted me to my feet. 'I think too, that I'll accept your original compromise!'

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