PAULA - CHAPTER THREE - THE GIFT

Paula woke a short time later feeling more blissfully relaxed and contented than she had ever felt in her life. Her whole body seemed to tingle, every nerve, every pore; every fibre of her being was alive like never before.

She hummed softly as she stretched herself on the bed and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Clark looking down at her, an expression of concern on his face.

'Are you all right?' he asked. 'You fainted clean away. I thought there was something wrong.'

'Oh darling,' Paula cooed. 'You can do that to me any time. There was nothing wrong. It was wonderful.' With that Paula reached over, wrapped her arms around Clark's neck, and kissed him deeply.

They lay on the bed, cuddling each other for some time; finally Paula reluctantly eased herself away from her husband. 'Why don't you make us a drink while I take a quick shower and, you know, shave.'

'Need a hand,' Clark enquired with a devilish grin.

'No. I need a drink,' Paula replied. 'The rest I want to do myself. It's not that I don't trust you darling. I know you would be very careful and very gentle also.'

'So why then?' Clark asked.

Paula rose from the bed and walked seductively towards the bathroom. She halted at the door and, looking back at him over her shoulder, said. 'Because darling if you were between my legs again, I don't think I could trust myself.'

'Is that such a bad thing?' laughed as she skipped away.

Paula showered quickly, washing away the sweat and scent of their lovemaking. After that she spread a towel over the side of the bath and on to the floor. She sat on this and carefully trimmed her pubic bush. Once this had been reduced to little more than stubble she took a handful of shaving gel and working in to a lather over her sex. Then, and oh so very carefully she shaved off the last vestiges of the hair that had covered her mound.

It was so strange to Paula, seeing herself like that, strange and exciting. She stood up and with hands on hips admired herself in the mirror. She smiled at the reflection that she saw; a woman's body with the sex of a young girl. And then she thought about how she would look in just a few short minutes. An attractive woman but with her most intimate parts locked away behind a steel shield. That thought seemed to flood Paula's mind with so many mixed emotions that she didn't which was which. She was excited and scared and one and the same time, thrilled and nervous, exhilarated and agitated. Already she could see outwards signs of her arousal: her nipples were beginning to grow darker and harder. Her breasts felt heavy and full. The outer lips of her sex were beginning to swell and she could feel herself starting to lubricate inside.

Paula's hand crept slowly down her body until her fingers delicately brushed against her slightly protruding clitoris. As if she had been jolted by some electric shock she whipped her had away. The very sight of her naked and wanton body, the thought of what she was about to do, and the knowledge of what she was about to become was too much for Paula. She knew she was on the edge of yet another orgasm, she also knew that it was would take her only a second or two to reach that orgasm: and she wanted that orgasm so badly. But Paula also knew that chastity was about denial. Wearing that beautiful belt would deny her the chance to have sex, although she thought, truth be told, it hadn't stopper her so far, if anything it had made sex so much better. But that wasn't really the point. The point was that she had agreed to wear a chastity belt. She had agreed that she would allow herself to be locked away and be denied sex until Clark decided that she had earned the right.

With that in mind Paula forced her hand away from her now wet and wanton sex. She wrapped a towel around herself and went back into the bedroom.

Clark had dressed and left by the time she returned. The box containing the other attachments for the belt was also nowhere to be seen. All that was to be seen was that shiny steel belt sitting invitingly in the middle of their remade bed.

Paula dropped her towel and picked up the belt. The lock was in place and holding everything together, and the keys were in the lock. Paula smiled to herself. That was just like Clark, she though. It was his way of saying, 'look the belt is there, if you want to put it on, the keys are there, if you want to take it off, it's up to you darling, no pressure'. That was why she loved him, and that was why she would wear the belt for him.

Quickly she turned the key and removed the lock. The three ends separated and Paula bent down and stepped into the belt. She slowly worked the belt up over her hips shivering with excitement as she felt the smooth rubber sliding over her smooth skin. Then she felt the rear bar pressing between her buttock as the front shield made its first contact with her nude sex. If it had felt good before when she had pulled the belt on, now that she was shaved and so much more sensitive between her thighs, the feeling was out of this world.

Paula pulled the two ends of the belt together, but they didn't fit. She pulled it up a little further, making sure that the curved parts fitted correctly over her hip bones. As she did that she gasped, then gave a small sigh of pleasure as the rear bar came into tighter contact with her anus. She hadn't really noticed before just how tight, and how deeply between her round buttock that bar actually went. It divided her buttock, following the crease between them as closely as a bead of perspiration. And where it touched her anus it felt to her then as if it was more trying to get inside of her there than just stop anything else getting in. Even so, with the bar tight into her rear as it was the two ends of the belt met and the four pins on one half lined up with the holes on the other. Holding the belt in place Paula then pulled the front up to met the other two parts. The lock was installed, the key turned and extracted and, in that instant, Paula became a chased woman: a panting, weak-kneed, and highly- aroused chased woman, but a chased woman none the less.

Paula took the two keys off the key ring. One she placed in her bedside drawer, the other she kept handy for the time being. She would find somewhere to hide it, she thought, just in case Clark took the other without her knowing and left her trapped inside the belt. She did really expect Clark to do anything like that; not unless she agreed to be his full-time chased wife and sex toy, but then temptation might just get the better of him.

Now then, Paula thought, what to wear? She took out a clean pair of pantyhose, looked at them for a moment then discarded them. They might snag on the belt: not that there were any sharp edges she could see but it would have been a waste just to find out. Then she picked out a pair of white bikini cut panties and stepped into them but, as she pulled them up her thighs, she caught a reflection of herself in the bedroom mirror. What's the point, she thought. She was already covered, very effectively, down there, and besides, the waistband of the panties came much lower on her hips than the chastity belt which made her look somewhat silly. So, whipping her panties off again Paula tossed them back into her lingerie drawer.

Then it hit her, already the chastity belt was controlling her life, and not just in a way that dictated when and how she had sex, but also what she could and couldn't wear. With the chastity belt on wearing panties was redundant. And pantyhose's were out too, which meant she would be wearing stocking from that time on. What a wicked thought, Paula said to herself, and at least Clark would be overjoyed: he always preferred to see her in stocking and suspenders.

Paula went back into her lingerie drawer and selected a powered blue satin suspender belt and matching bra. There was a matching pair of panties to go with the set but Paula knew that she wouldn't need them today, if ever in fact. She clipped the belt around her waist then wondered, under or over, should the suspenders go under the chastity belt, as they would her panties, or over it, as the belt would not be coming off: at least not for some time yet anyway. Under, she finally made her mind up, it looked more natural. Even so, it was no easy task to squeeze those thin elastic strips underneath a very tight chastity belt.

What did surprise Paula was that, even though the chastity belt was very tight around her hips, buttocks and loins, she could still more with almost total freedom. She could bent, twist, rotate and stretch without any undue discomfort. Paula was able to sit on the bed, bend and pull her stockings over her toes and up her legs, stand up and stretch her legs, bend and rotate to fasten the suspender taps everything she needed to do in fact. The chastity belt really was a very shrewd piece of design, Paula thought. Then she thought that perhaps it was a little too shrewdly designed. Yes she could move with near perfect freedom, but with the rear bar and the front shield being held so tightly against her most sensitive areas the belt was keeping her in a near constant state of arousal: and there was nothing she could do about it. Well, nearly nothing. As aroused as Paula was her labia were swollen and puffy almost the whole time, and, because of the way the silicone filled rubber was molded to her sex, her inner lips were being gently pushed through the small slit in the center of the front shield.

Paula's hand tentatively felt between her thighs. As soon as her fingers brushed against the tiny fraction of her labia peeking through the small slit of the shield she shuddered with delight. A tiny smile of crept on to her lips as she slowly slid her fingers upwards. Perhaps wearing this chastity belt long term wouldn't be so bad, she thought. Then, as her fingers touched the very tip of her extended clitoris and a tiny pre-orgasmic tremor flashed through her body, Paula's smile broadened. This has very real possibilities she giggled to herself.

She finished dressing herself in a knee-length, flared, blue linen skirt, a white, short sleeved blouse, and two-inch heeled court shoes. With plain tan stockings on Paula looked every inch the conservative housewife. Her make up was light, though Clark had always told her that she didn't really need any: he considered her fascicle features to be as near perfect as to not need any cosmetic assistance. Though Paula always liked to lightly enhance her high cheekbones with just a little blush. Likewise eye shadow and liner never went amiss.

She found Clark in the kitchen. 'You look just lovely sweetheart,' he said with a smile.

Paula walked up to him, placed her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply: making sure to gently press her steel-encased loins against his thigh so that he would know with seeing or asking that she was in deed wearing her latest present. 'Thank you darling,' she cooed when at last their lips separated. 'But you would tell me that even if I were dressed in sackcloth.'

'So I would,' Clark admitted. 'But then someone as beautiful as you would make sackcloth look like the latest Paris fashion. And that's just one of the reasons why I love you.'

'And what are the others darling,' Paula asked as she pushed his right hand down her back until it was resting on her chastity belt. 'Is it because I'm wearing this?'

'No.' Clark stated flatly. 'Not because you are wearing it. I love you not for what you wear, but because of your willingness to wear things that are, well, shall we say a little more interesting.'

'How about we say positively kinky and perverse,' Paula giggled.

'Ok,' Clark conceded, then asked. 'Why? Do you object?'

'And if I did wouldn't you just gag and leave the gag locked on for the rest of the day?'

Clark smiled. 'May be I would. But then may be you would like that too much.'

Paula smiled wickedly. 'May be I would. It was such fun last time.' Then, grinding her steel covered loins against his thigh, she said, 'Only thing is darling, if you fill my mouth with a gag, and with poor old me locked into these steel panties, then I'm afraid for you it would be access NO areas.'

Clark frowned at that. 'Let's eat while I think about that dear,' he said. He gave Paula one last quick kiss then broke away from her embrace and pulled out a chair for her to sit on. 'Your table m'lady. And the chef's special today is a cheese and salad sandwich with a side order of microwave French fires.'

Paula grinned. 'Oh lovely,' she scoffed, 'You've excelled yourself.'

'Careful darling,' Clark replied firmly. 'I've still got that lockable gag on standby.'

'And I've still got the keys to my underwear hidden away.'

'Ah bugger,' Clark said as he considered Paula's scarcely valid threat. 'Would you like wine or tea?'

After lunch Clark went for his shower while Paula washed the few dishes. At least that was one advantage about being married to a man that couldn't cook, Paula thought there were never piles of pots and pans to clean up, just a few packets that need tossing into the bin. But then perhaps if she had had more to do then her mind would not have so readily wondered back to that gentle, though very persistent throbbing between her thighs.

At first she tried to ignore it; which she soon realized she had little chance of doing. Then she tried simply enjoying it; but that only made her want it to increase. She tried pressing her thighs together, in the hope that a small amount of pressure there would ease her longing. But in doing that she discovered just how cleverly her belt had been made. Paula discovered that where the front shield went between her thighs it was just wide enough to prevent her bring her thighs close together. Not enough to keep her legs apart unnaturally, not enough to make her waddle rather than walk, but enough so that she could not get any relief from her slightly animate state.

This is just too wicked for words, Paula thought. She was washing dishes and yet, all she could think about was sex; or more correctly, about her increasingly urgent sexual needs. At that very moment all she wanted to do was lift up her skirt, tuck it out of the way, and get her fingers into frantic contact with her protruding clitoris. Even without being conscious of it she was already pressing her lions against the edge of the sink and trying to gain satisfaction from it somehow. My god, Paula thought when she at last caught herself, I'm being turned into some sort of sex fiend.

Paula stepped back from the sink, lifted her skirt around her waist and stared down at the polished steel belt imprisoning her sex. She could clearly see where her naked labia were peeking through the center slot. 'Jesus,' she gasped, 'I can't take this.'

'Can't take what?' Clark asked with a knowing grin.

Paula dropped her skirt, slapping it straight as she sharply replied. "You dam well know what. This bloody belt is driving me to despair. I've only had it on for half an hour but I feel more turned on than I can ever remember.'

Clark frowned for a moment then slowly smiled supportively. 'Well I was kind of hoping that we might go out this afternoon. I thought that seeing how you were so good as to wear the chastity belt for me I thought I might take you for those shoes you were on about, or in fact anything else you fancied. And you know how much I love shopping?'

'Yes I know,' Paula sighed, 'like a turkey loves Christmas.' Then Paula paused for a second as she thought, she really would have liked to go shopping, apart from those darling shoes, there was a matching leather skirt and jacket she'd had her eye on. And on top of that there were a few things Clark could do with getting. Like most men, left to his own devises his wardrobe would have been made up of nothing but jeans and t-shirts.

'Listen,' Clark said finally. 'What if I do a little something about your current dilemma. Then we can go shopping right after.'

'What did you have in mind darling,' Paula cooed as she sashayed over to him.

'You go and make yourself comfortable on the sofa and I'll be right back.' Clark smiled.

Paula was a little puzzled, but also too needy think straight. She didn't ask what Clark was up to. She just walked slowly into the living room. By the time he came back she was already stripped down to her lingerie and laying on the sofa, eyes closed and absent-mindedly stroking that tiny part of her sex she still had access to.

The first thing that Paula knew about Clark being in the room with her was when she felt her hands gently, but firmly, pushed away from between her thigh. Her eyes opened for a second, but then closed again as she saw Clark's smiling up at her as he lowered his face towards her almost totally covered sex. Then she felt him kiss her thighs, ever so softly, and right next to where the front shield held her prisoner. Paula moaned softly and parted her thighs further.

She inhaled deeply as Clark's lips touched the very tip of her clitoris and, in that breath she became aware of the aromatic scent of her arousal. Then she felt a slight pressure against her sex that made her sigh sweetly. It was followed by a sharp clicking noise, then rapidly by a series of smaller, but almost simultaneous clicks.

'There, that should help,' Clark said. 'Though you best put your clothes back on unless you plan on going shopping like that.

Paula was too startled to be able to think straight. She looked down between her thighs but, instead of seeing her pouting sex peeking through the center slot, all she could see was more shiny steel. The slot was now hidden under a second piece of metal that was now fixed to her front shield. 'What bloody hell have you done Clark?' Paula gasped.

'Just saved you from yourself, that's all. Now come on ad get dressed.'

Paula was aghast, lost for words; despite of foaming inside, nothing but empty air pasted her lips.

'That's the secondary shield,' Clark explained. 'Some people call it an anti- play shield, or even an anti-masturbation shield. You'll have noticed that there are holes drilled all up and down it's full length so going to the toilette should be no problem. So long as you remember to wash yourself thoroughly. And dry yourself of course. They advise that you use a hair drier while at home. But it's all explained in the booklet that comes with the belt. A little bedtime reading for you for later.'

Before she knew it, both because of Clark rabbitting on as he had, and because Paula hadn't felt able to speak, she was already dressed and standing next to Clark's car. Paula couldn't even remember if she had dressed herself or if Clark had done it, she had been that shocked. And Paula was still in the same state of shock as she got into the car, fastened her seatbelt.

'Clark just wait a minute,' Paula finally managed to get out.

'Wait? What for?' Clark asked as he drove down their drive.

'I haven't got the keys with me,' Paula moaned.

'What do you need your keys for? You weren't going to take your car were you? And it's not like I'm going to lock you out of the house. We're just a husband and wife going shopping that's all.'

'I wasn't talking about those bloody keys,' Paula groaned. She lifted up her skirt, pulling it to her waist and exposing her chastity belt for Clark to see. 'I meant the keys to this thing.'

Clark frowned as he looked at her. 'Well it's very attractive sweetheart, your stocking tops and your new chastity belt. I know I love looking at you like that. And you did say you liked it also. And, judging from the way that man on his motorbike is staring at you I think he likes it too.'

Paula was suddenly aware that their car had stopped at the traffic light. Right beside her, dressed head to toe in black leather was some biker. And from the angle he was holding his head at, Paula knew he must have been staring right between her thighs. Quick as lighting she tossed her skirt back down and smoothed it out. But the biker just lifted his visor, leant forward and gave Clark a big thumbs-up. And, from the wrinkles around his eyes, plus the way his shoulders her quaking, Paula guessed that the man was laughing his nuts off.

'This is not bloody funny Clark,' Paula snapped.

'I know sweetheart,' Clark said soothingly. 'And may be I was being a little cavalier about having you locked in a chastity belt. I'm sorry if I have up set you. I was hoping that we could just try you out being locked up and away from your keys for a while. Just so you get a little feel of what it would be like to give up that freedom, so to speak.' He was quiet for a moment as he turned off the main road and parked the car on some tree-line side street. Then he went on slowly, and in a gentle, almost whisper tone. 'You know how much I love you Paula, and you should know I would never ever do anything that might destroy that love between us, or make you stop trusting me. It's just that the idea of you being lock in a chastity belt has always turned me on. In fact it is perhaps my greatest fetish. I know you would never be unfaithful, that's not why I asked you to do this. Truth is dear I don't really know why I want you to ware it, I just need you to.'

Paula said nothing for a while; she just looked at him. She could never recall a time when Clark had lied to her, and she was sure that he wasn't lying then. The thing was, of all the things they had done, and there were a lot of them, of all the things he had asked her to do, never before had he said he "needed" her to do something. She knew he trusted her, if he didn't he wouldn't have let her go on holiday on her own when he was caught up with some business deal that prevented him going too. Nor was Clark the type to bug her for details of her girls nights out with her friends, which was a lot more than could be said for some men she could mention. But what struck Paula most wasn't what Clark had said, nor how he had said it: it was the look in his eyes. He really did need her to do this one thing for him. 'How long have you felt like this?' she finally asked.

Clark sighed. 'God knows. Probably about as long as I have known what sex was. Certainly as long as I knew what a chastity belt was, or thought I knew anyway. I remember reading about them as a little kid, and then I just had to know what they were like. And remember that old Carry On movie, Carry On Up The Chastity Belt, as a child nothing excited me more than watching that movie in the hope of see a really chastity belt. Not that you do, but that wasn't the point, it was the idea.'

Paula could see that Clark was beginning to get upset by his own out-pouring. He was bearing his soul to her, trying to explain a need which he didn't fully understand himself. If she needed proof that Clark truly wanted her to wear his chastity belt, then she had been given it in abundance.

She lifted her hand and gently pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping him from say more. 'It's all right darling. You have done so many things that I have needed in the past. I'll do this one thing for you.'

Clark smiled softly. 'You mean that?'

Paula nodded. 'Yes.'

Then, taking her in his arms, Clark kissed her passionately.

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