Paula - The Gift - Chapters 4-9

Reassured, Paula said 'Lets get along to the shops before they close'. Off they went to the mall and parked.

'Why don't you go to your dress shop while I have a coffee - I'll meet you there in, say an hour' suggested Clark.

OK and Paula sauntered off happily without Clark knowing how he hated shopping and in particular shopping for clothes and shoes. She was well known in her favourite dress shop and had already admired the leather skirt and jacket before, but hadn't liked to buy them without the Ok from Clark. She knew now that having put on the belt she could almost get anything she liked.

The assistant took down the skirt and jacket and offered to help Paula try them on 'Oh no' exclaimed Paula ' I want to do that by myself'. Lucky escape she thought - I don't want her to see what I have on under my skirt. Entering the changing booth she made sure the curtains were tightly closed and slipped down her skirt - the mirror reflected her shining belt and suspenders and she stopped to admire the effect - almost immediately she started to be turned on, and quickly looked away and busied herself with putting on the leather skirt. She pulled it up over her hips, fastened it and straightened it. It felt good - fairly tight on her waist, but as it was quite full and flared she could see in the mirror that the chains over her bottom didn't show through the leather.

She swished her hips and felt the caress of the smooth silk lining with the contrasting with clasp of the belt on her labia and anus, it was very sexy and again she was aware of her heightening feelings. The jacket fitted well and together they made her feel very sleek and powerful.

Leaving the booth she strolled over to the assistant who at once exclaimed 'My that looks good on you and you look like a million dollars!' Paul almost purred, 'It really fits well and makes me feel on top of the world - but I want some shoes to go with it'

'I have just the right colour in the same style as you have on - you are size four I think'. Paula slipped on the court shoes - they matched the light green of the suit exactly - 'Marvellous' she said 'This must be my lucky day - at least until my husband sees his credit card bill'

'I'm sure he will think that you are worth it' assured the assistant as she handed over the slip for signature. Paul smiled to herself as she signed and thought about how she would really have to justify her worth to Clark in the meantime. Again she drew the curtains to the booth together tightly and quickly slipped off the jacket and skirt, putting them on the hanger after she had pulled up her skirt.

Her purchases were packed and, jauntily, she walked to the coffee house and joined Clark. 'You've been quick' he exclaimed, 'what's that you got there - looks rather expensive'.

'It was very reasonable and you will love it' Paula said quickly changing the subject. 'Don't you need some new shirts, darling' she countered.

'I suppose so - I'll get you a drink - what would you like?' 'Don't bother' Paula said, 'I want to get home and show off my new outfit to you' 'Outfits' Clark added knowingly. Paula didn't twig his meaning immediately, and then realised her was referring to the attachments that came with the belt. The thought of putting them on as well as the belt again aroused her and she squirmed in anticipation, feeling herself becoming wet.

It didn't take long to get Clark's casual shirts - he wasn't very particular, and was quickly suited off the shelf.

Back home, Paula took her bags up to the bedroom and undressed down to her bra and suspender belt; she was looking at her new outfit, enjoying the feel of the leather and anticipating the pleasure she was going to have showing it off to Clark. Before she could start to put it he came in with the box containing the other 'outfit'. 'Just in time to try these on as well' he said opening the box.

Paula sighed, she knew she would have to compromise and accommodate his fetishes, but thought of the pleasure of not only pleasing him but also the anticipation of the unknown world of permanent bondage she was about to enter and the personal delights that awaited her.

Clark asked her to take off her suspender belt and stockings; this Paula did slowly, wondering just what it would be like with the bands on her thighs.

Clark pulled out the thigh bands and put them at her feet - 'you will have to step into them and I will pull them up'. With some trepidation Paula placed her toes into the circles and Paul eased them over her ankles and up her calves, gently stroking them. His hands almost seemed to be charged with electricity and Paula shivered as he drew the bands over her knees and up her thighs. By the time the bands were half way up they became quite tight and it was only by pulling them up further that Clark was able to push in the bayonet fittings into the slots in each side of the belt.

Paula was very aware of their presence - their tightness on her thighs, the pressure of the chains over her hips and the thick wire between her legs - it all mounted up to an increased feeling of being controlled - a feeling much the same way as the belt was giving her - I hope that this satisfies him she thought - perhaps this is to much of a high price for those lovely orgasms. With that in mind again she became aware of her mounting arousal - the thigh bands were acting in the same ways as the belt - turning her into a wanton - anxious to satisfy herself and Clark as much and as quickly as possible.

Paula grabbed at him, falling back on the bed pulling him down on top of him. Clark responded kissing her violently and murmuring of how much he loved her and just how much she turned him on. She unzipped him and urgently pulled out his throbbing penis, stroking it up and down quickly, clasping it tightly and sucking its helmet. Clark moaned and she felt her juices run, Clarke stiffened and rapidly came, squirting his come into her mouth and over her lips and throat. Paula swallowed him avidly and pushed her hand into her bra to her nipple, squeezing it and roughly fondling her breast. 'Quick' she cried 'suck me'

Clark twisted down to her crutch, and cursed - the shield was in position. 'Where's the key?' 'In the bedside cabinet' she replied, panting and keeping herself stimulated with her breasts - her bra pulled off her shoulders exposing both breasts. 'Quick, please' she cried 'I need you'

Clark found the keys and as fast as he could unlocked the shield and bent down to her crutch. 'Oh' he cried 'I can't reach the slit, your legs as too tightly together'. Paula in frustration put her hand down to the slit and rapidly ran her fingers up and down. Gradually, she aroused herself again and came, not fully but at least she came.

Paula threw herself back and after a few seconds recovered herself to complained bitterly to Clark about the thigh bands. 'They may do something to you, but they don't to me and how the hell can I wear jeans with that thing between my legs'.

Clarke, whilst wiping himself thought quickly - 'Seems to be a design fault - perhaps I will send them back and see what they come up with'.

'Well, it better be something good' she exclaimed 'otherwise it's a bit one sided at the moment.

'I'll send them off on Monday and get something done about them' he said 'why not try them until then, dear - you may find that they do something for you'.

'I don't know what they can do except frustrate and irritate me' Paul replied. But she thought that it was so typical of Clark to do all he could for her and how he cared so much for her. She loved him so much it was the least she could do to give in to his desires - and she admitted to herself there was something quite bizarre and thrilling about not being able to open your legs without the permission of your partner - or perhaps master as Clark was now becoming.

She got up from the bed and walked or rather hobbled over to the bathroom. The wire between the thigh bands allowed her only to take small steps, if she tried to take a longer stride the bands were pulled by the wire that then twisted her thighs. Oh well she thought it's all in a good cause.

Paula cleaned washed her face, wondering if, that perhaps, come could take the place of cold cream and be cheaper.

It was quite difficult putting on her new outfit - she had to sit on the bed to pull the skirt up her legs, and then to get up to pull it up over her hips. As before it felt very good - the smooth silk lining was very seductive and the thigh bands as well seemed to add to her enjoyment. On with her bra and blouse, and then the jacket. She slipped on the new shoes and crossed to the to admire the effect - it really suited her and colour went well with her blond hair.

Clark had watched her dress and hugged her from behind - 'you're so lovely he said - and you look so marvellous in that outfit - it's worth every penny - even though' I don't know how much is going to hit my card'. He ran his hands down her skirt feeling the bands that secured her safely against others and just for his pleasure. His mind raced ahead thinking of all the various delights he would have ahead of him playing with the attachments, and planning other devices for their mutual pleasure.

He thought back to the early days of their relationship and how innocent Paula had been and how he had encouraged her sexuality and brought out her liking for bondage and being restraint during intercourse. He recalled how he had gradually brought her on to the point where she was able to satisfy his desires and fantasies. And now he sensed how the wearing of the belt continually aroused her and how he could harness that situation to give him sexual gratification whenever he wanted. Also it meant that he could control when she would have sexual relief, as she could not masturbate as she had done when she wished.

That night Paula went to bed still with the thigh bands on. She had asked Clark to take them off, but after he had said how much they turned him on and how much he loved how willing she was to experiment she relented. The thigh bands were a nuisance in bed as she normally slept on her side, and the wire between the bands stopped her from putting one leg on top of the other. Instead she had to lie half on her side with the upper leg over on the bed. It had the tendency to push her upper thighs together against the plate over her labia and the result was she felt quite fruity all night. It was however something she was becoming accustomed to since she had had the belt on.

When she awoke - a little earlier than normal, and certainly much too early for a Sunday she lay on her back thinking back over her life with Clark. He seemed such a normal fellow when they got married, and she had had no thought of any kinky lifestyle before he introduced her to bondage. It had started very simply - her hands being tied to the bedposts during intercourse. From then on she become more and more restrained by ropes, handcuff and gags, and for longer intervals until on several occasions she had been left all day tied and secured so that she could not move beyond the bedroom. She had found it more and more exciting and had willing gone along with his ideas. She had had sex beyond her dreams - they both were very turned on during the whole process and, when she had been ultimately freed, experienced mutually enjoyed explosive climaxes. It had been very satisfying and had given her great contentment.

Being so fulfilled she hadn't objected to giving up work - Clark had been promoted and they were comfortably off. She did object to the amount of travelling that Clark had to do, but on the other hand it gave her a break and she still, each week, had an evening with her girlfriends. Provided she was not extravagant Clark gave her all she wanted in the way of clothes and for the house, and they enjoyed adventurous holidays together.

Yes, she was very contented with her life and she was intrigued with the prospects ahead with the belt - would she wear it permanently or for long periods - how would she cope with her periods - would it be hygienic, and would she miss having a stiff throbbing penis in her sex?

She decided to get up early and to surprise Clark with a cup of tea in bed. Paula swung her legs off the bed and immediately felt the restraint that the wire between the thigh bands caused. She managed to get up and shuffled over to get her dressing gown- heavens, she thought, I can't stand this for long. It was even worse going down stairs. She was unable to reach down to the stair below without bending both knees and by this means gradually reached the ground floor. Making the tea she then found it more difficult going back up with the two mugs in her hands. Phew - she felt with relief when she got to the top and shuffled over to Clark's bedside to put down the tea. She slipped into bed beside him and slid her hand over to his chest and then down to his crutch. He woke with a start, held her hand and murmured - that's nice just a bit softer please. She massaged him and increased in intensity as she became aroused herself. 'Harder harder' he cried, and helped her by grabbing her hand. He came spurted all over the bed and her arm.

Paula felt a little put out as Clark then turned over and went off to sleep with a grunt. She left him a few minutes and then shook him. 'Wake up wake up - you tea is getting cold' Clark came to and reached for his tea, which he gulped down and then, snuggled back on the pillow. Paula gave up, rose, showered - getting into the shower with some difficulty, and dressed. She left him there and started to make a breakfast - a simple affair as usual - fruit juice toast and coffee. Clark got up and joined her. As usual, on Sundays Clark fiddled with the car and in the garage whilst Paula cooked their lunch, after which they would often go out for a drive or visit friends. That afternoon they both felt that they wanted time playing with each other using the attachments in a variety of ways.

So it was up to the bedroom where they stripped off - at least Paula did as far as she was able. Clark got out the attachments and they looked them over. 'How about a nice collar' he suggested holding it out and opening it. Paula turned her back to him and he placed the collar round he neck and clipped the bayonet fitting into the lock. There was an ominous click - Paula shivered at the feeling of the rubber tightly surrounding her neck and throat - again, she sensed the feeling of being owned and of being under the control of Clark - but she enjoyed the sensation and threw her arms round his neck and kissed him passionately and told him of her deep love for him and what they were doing.

Clark responded and they kissed and fondled each other for a few moments before Clark drew away and picked up the arm cuffs. 'Let me try these on you for size' he offered. Paula held out both arms and let him secure the cuffs on her wrists. Again, they were quite tight - which added to the overall feeling of arousal she was experiencing. 'I haven't finished yet' Clark said, pushing her back onto the bed. He took two of her old stockings, and using the 'D' rings on the cuffs secured Paula's arms to the bedpost. He tied stockings around her ankles and then to the other bedposts. Paula was made totally immobile and was stretched tightly onto the bed.

'Now for the gag' he added taking it from the bedside cabinet drawer. It was the ball type - quite large, and he pushed it into her mouth before she could object. She was enjoying the sensation of being his prisoner while he could do as he wished, and could feel herself becoming very wet at the prospect ahead of her.

Clark straddled her and placed his erect tool between her breasts, seizing them in each hand, with his thumbs and forefingers gripping and rolling her nipples. If she had been able to make a noise Paula would have moaned in delight as he pumped his tool between her tightly clasped breasts and she squirmed her hips thrusting them as best as she was able in time to the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling herself climbing a mountain of stimulation and bursting at the top into a massive orgasm. Just after, Clarke ejaculated over her face and mouth. Had she been able to she would have eagerly swallowed his sperm but the gag prevented her. Clark fell back exhausted and she slumped back into the bed totally relaxed and very contented. They dozed off and when she awoke Clark had disappeared. She listened for him and the house was quiet. She heard the garage door opening and the sound of his car starting and driving out - where had he gone, she wondered lazily as she again drifted off into a blissful sleep.

Later, when she awoke she listened for sounds in the house, but there was nothing - she had no idea of the time she couldn't move her head sufficiently to see the clock on the cabinet and her watch was out of sight. She started to get worried - perhaps he has abandoned me - but she remembered how he had left her all day sometimes - tied and unable to move far. This time, though, she was virtually unable to lift a finger, and she felt mounting pressure in her bladder. She giggled to herself as she contemplated peeing as she was, and the spray that would come out from the holes in the shield.

By tensing her stomach muscles she was able to delay the inevitable, and as the daylight began to fade she heard the sound of the car returning.

Paula - The Gift Chapter 5

Thank heavens for that she thought - I hope he will release me quickly, and he did, waiting to remove the gag until she had sat up in bed and was massaging her ankles. 'Where have you been' she got out quickly. 'Oh - I went to see David' he answered, 'he rang yesterday and asked me to help him move some furniture out of the loft'

'You might have warned me' she said resentfully, after having relieved herself in the bathroom, still feeling aggrieved and stiff from her bondage. 'Darling, you had no need to worry' he said ' you know how much I love you and you know if wouldn't let anything harm you and our relationship'.

Paula was assured by his words - it was true they loved each other deeply and would protect and help each other as much as they could. She was changing her role from initially being a very innocent young bride to becoming a very sexually driven wanton. The initial forays into bondage had started her off, and now with the belt cuffs and collar she felt that she was becoming a very willing sex slave to Clark. The continual pleasure she was feeling by being permanently aroused by the tightness of the belt chains and the thigh cuffs certainly compensated for the lack of freedom they gave her and the change to her life style.

Clark contemplated the thigh bands - 'I'll get onto the makers first thing tomorrow - I can see how limiting they are - perhaps you won't be able to wear them on a permanent basis. Paula was stopped short in her thoughts - 'Wear them permanently' she said 'surely that's out of the question'. But as she said the words she felt the addition arousal that they had given her and how they and the collar almost seemed part of her.

'Perhaps, if they could be altered so that you could reach me and if I was able to wear jeans, then I could, just could, consider having them on all the time'.

I am sure that they will be able to do something' Clark said hopefully, 'what about getting some cuffs for your ankles - they would stop you getting so sore'. Paula was initially worried by the thought of the escalation of the attachments and when it would stop, but then remembered that she had felt like this in the past and yet so far it had been for her enjoyment, and she knew how much Clark enjoyed playing out his fantasies.

'I shall have to read the booklet to see how to release the chains to the thigh bands' he said 'I'll send it off to the manufacturer in the morning'. He got the booklet and read through it. 'It seems that you will have to take of the belt and then I can undo the chain by pressing in on a section of the belt near each slit'.

Paula stood up and opened the cabinet drawer for the keys - she panicked momentarily when she couldn't find them, but remembered that Clark had taken them the day before. 'You have the keys' she said 'you didn't put them back in the drawer'.

'Oh dear' Clark said quickly, 'I forgot - they must be in the jacket I wore yesterday'. He found them there and unlocked the belt. Immediately, Paula sensed the reduction in pressure on her labia and pulled down the belt over her hips. It was quite a problem pulling down the belt and the thigh bands together and Clark helped. Apart from the collar she then was naked and felt a little vulnerable - don't be silly she thought - you have only had them on for two days.

She left Clark examining the belt and ran the shower. Before getting into to it she carefully examined herself, front and back. There was no sign of chaffing or soreness - that was obviously due to the careful design of the belt. Her labia was a little itchy she thought - due to a new growth of hair - shaving regularly would be a task that she didn't like to contemplate.

When she returned Clark had unclipped the thigh bands from the belt - 'on with it again' he suggested. Paula shook her head - 'my crutch is a bit itchy - it seems that I need to shave it again soon' she said.

'What already - why don't you get your pussy hair removed once and for all'?

Paula thought a while and said 'the beauty salon at the health club do hair removal, but it's very expensive - can we afford it' she asked doubtfully, not entirely convinced that she would like her pubic hair taken away for ever.

'Couldn't you find out the cost tomorrow - put the belt on overnight and I'll take it off before I go to work'. Paula quite overlooked that Clark had assumed ownership of the keys, and pulled on the belt and clipped in the lock -'there' she joked 'all locked away for the night'.

Clark usually left quite early by car, leaving Paula in bed, on the Monday she remember about the belt and caught him just before he went out - 'you've forgotten about the belt'. 'Sorry - it just went out of my mind' and with that he reached into his pocket, took out the keys and quickly removed the lock.

'Thanks, said Paula 'see you this evening' forgetting that she still had the collar on.

She saw it when she went into the bathroom for her shower - oh hell she thought I shall have to wear a scarf to hide it - or perhaps it won't be noticed - I'll see.

She dressed - a pair of jeans - in case that might be one of the last times she could wear jeans - and a T-shirt. After all she had only to tidy the house, prepare the supper and then go to the health club.

With some trepidation she entered the beauty section of the health club and asked the receptionist about hair removal. ' Depilation?' queried the receptionist. 'Yes'-said Paula with butterflies in her stomach.

'Please wait here and I'll get someone to look after you'. She waited and after a while was taken into an interview room. Behind the desk was a very attractive and well made up assistant. 'What is it you want' asked the assistant rather abruptly after noting the collar that Paula was trying to conceal.

Paula wondered if she though that she was a hooker, but drew a deep breath - 'I am interested in hair removal' she said. 'Where do you want the hair removed from' asked the assistant. Paula drew another deep breath - 'from my pubis she' said. The assistant smiled and began her sales pitch. 'Well' she started 'there are a number of ways to remove pubic hair'. 'If you want semi permanent removal it is rather expensive as it takes a lot of time with a highly trained technician'. 'On the other hand there are simpler treatments that are effective for a short time and are less expensive'.

She went on 'no treatment is 100% - hairs will grow again, but when either laser or electrolysis techniques are used you can expect little new growth, and any that does occur can be easily removed by one of the new hair growth inhibitors.'

'That sounds like what I would like' said Paula - 'how much does it cost?' We shall have to give you an examination before we could give you a firm quotation - would you like us to do that?'

Paula thought - she was becoming more and more committed on the permanent use of a chastity belt and she had already experience the minor irritation that shaving her bush had given her after only a couple of days - there was no way she could endure shaving every other day - she made her mind up -'Yes please - can you do that now'.

The assistant asked her to wait and when she came back in a few minutes she confirmed that they would have a booth free in a few minutes. Paula was led into the booth and asked to remove her jeans and panties. She then sat in the examination char and placed her heels in the stirrups. She felt embarrassed to expose her sex in this way but had endured the same procedure at her doctor's, so it was not new.

The assistant - quite a young girl carefully looked at her vulva, parted her lips and made notes and took measurements. 'You have shaved very recently? She asked. Paula told her. ' Well it is not possible to remove any hairs by laser or electrolysis until they have grown to about ¬ long' she said 'that will take a week'. You will find that the irritation will stop after a couple of days, so it won't be too bad to have to wait'. 'If you would like to dress again and wait outside I will prepare a quotation'.

Paula waited and the smart lady who saw her first came after a few minutes. 'Well', she said ' you are very fair and we would not recommend laser treatment - it works well when there is a high colour contrast between the hair and the skin'. 'However, electrolysis would be all right - it is effective and kills the roots of the hair, but can be a bit painful'. 'It is quite slow and we would have to have about four sessions, each of about three hours'. 'That is a lot of time and the cost would be' and she handed a slip to Paula, who saw the figure - quite double what she expected.

'Gosh' said Paula 'that's a lot more than I thought'.

'It is a more or less permanent process and you need to be very sure that's what you want' she said kindly. 'I shall have to talk this over with my husband, Paula said thanking her and walking out in a bit of a daze. She went to the restaurant and ordered a coffee. Did she want a permanent solution - to be left with a pubescent girl's pubis the rest of her life? She tried to balance up the pleasure of the belt against the permanency it would entail. Clark she knew would want her to go ahead - even though the cost was high - but it meant a considerable commitment from her. She knew how much they loved each other, but this would mean an additional pledge to their marriage vows.

Back home she carried out her housekeeping duties; her mind not really on the work. She toyed with the implications and found herself aroused by thoughts of the belt and being made helpless and dependant upon Clark for all her sexual needs. She had learnt to masturbate from puberty, starting by fondling her nipples and enjoying the sensation that they were connected with her clitoris. At times it felt like an electric shock going down there. Her nipples responded well and the muscles in them had developed. As a consequence they grew large and became very sensitive when she was aroused. She slipped her hand into her bra and pensively played with herself. This won't do she thought - I'll have to finish if I want to play bridge this afternoon.

Paula had an arrangement with three girl friends to play bridge each Monday afternoon going to each other's house, in turn. Today she went to Sheena's, and she wore her new outfit.

'Wow' cried Sheena when she opened the door - 'I bet that cost a packet'.

Paula smiled and thought of the real price she would have to pay. 'Clark is so generous' she said. The other two were equally impressed and the afternoon passed off very enjoyably

Clark came in that evening bursting to tell of his day and in particular his conversation with the makers of the belt. It seemed that they had already experimented with changes to the thigh bands and were despatching a new version. It would arrive in a day or two. He had also ordered ankle cuffs and a different type of collar that was less obtrusive. He felt very pleased with himself and his enthusiasm passed to Paula. She was pleased that it would be easier to wear the bands and was excited by the thought of being in more restrictive bondage from head to toe.

After supper she showed the estimate for the depilation to Clark. His first reaction was to frown at the cost, but after they had discussed the whole process and Paula had assured him that it was almost a permanent solution - requiring only the application of the inhibitor cream every three months - he realised that this could mean that he could keep the belt on her almost full time and he thrilled at the thought.

'Well' he said slowly 'I can only justify this cost if you agree to keep the belt on all the time - only taking if off if you have to see the doctor and every so often to check up on yourself and apply the cream'.

Paula had already made her mind up, but she said diffidently. 'Of course I will agree, but I shall keep the keys in the safe and only take the belt off when I need to'.

'Well' he said 'don't you think that if you have access to the keys it would affect the whole purpose of denying you the ability to satisfy your self - you have such incredible orgasms when you have the belt on and you say that you like the way it keeps you in a perpetual state of arousal'.

'That's true' Paula agreed - 'but how about you keeping the keys but letting me have them when I use a secret word - which I would only say when it was really necessary'.

'OK' he said 'now lets put the belt on again with the thigh bands as you can't have your bush removed until next week - that suits me in any case as I have to go away on another business meeting for nearly the whole week'.

Paula started 'what again, already - you were away for several days only a fortnight ago - does it have to be you each time?'

'It does, unfortunately, it goes with the job and that gives us this life style that you enjoy - let's go to bed and play around a bit' Clark replied.

After showering Paula put on the belt and drew up the thigh bands - again she needed Clark to help on with them and they slipped into bed.

Clark murmured 'I have a surprise for you' ' What's that' she asked. 'Just wait and see' I can promise you will enjoy it'.

Paula bent down over him - 'if it's not very good then I shall bite' she threatened. 'No problem' he replied - 'I can guarantee you that'.

Paula worked her tongue up from the base of his tool slowly up, grasping his balls and fondling them as she did. At his helmet she worked her tongue into the pee hole and Clark tensed. Gradually she moved her lips over him and started to suck him into her mouth and throat, working her other hand up and down, strongly and then softly. Clark's tool seemed as hard as iron' and the feel of the throbbing flesh made Paula almost become saturated - it was just like turning a tap on, she thought.

Clark pushed his buttocks up and she felt his sperm shooting down her throat - she gagged and swallowed quickly still milking him with her lips as he slowly subsided. 'That's was great' he got out.

Paula slid back from him still holding his now deflated tool - 'now it's my turn'. Clark slowly turned to he and began fingering her nipples. He pulled them softly and gradually harder and harder raising them and her breasts up as he did so. She moaned and worked her hips from side to side opening her legs as much as she could. She felt so wet and almost on the verge of coming, but he stopped, reached for something from the bed and worked his way down.

She then felt a very precise tickle on her clitoris and almost leapt into the air - it was followed by a slick rubbing up and down her lips, coming to rest on her clitoris again. Then it stopped - she waited in anticipation. This time the tickle tantalised her by stopping and started in various places. She was almost out of her mind, her body thrashing around with her arms outstretched on the bed. Relief came in a gigantic release and she felt her stomach muscles tense and release as wave after wave swallowed her into unconsciousness.

She drifted off to sleep. Clark put back the feather into the cabinet and lay down besides her, tucking them both into the duvet.

Her period started the next day - it was early and she panicked a little. She thought about it and took out one of the winged pads she had used occasionally. She lay on her back, pulled in her stomach, and wiggled the pad though the top of the front plate. By further wiggling and pulling her stomach in she was able to pull it down so that it was between her vagina and the plate. It further compressed her labia, but it meant that her period could be seen through less messily. Several times a day she had to go through the performance and shower herself thoroughly.

The week passed quite quickly and on the Friday a Deliveryman called with a package for Clark. Paula, who felt quite aroused all the week, flirted with the man quite outrageously - why, she decided after he had gone, was because she was so safe and powerful with the belt on. Also, she was in need of sexual satisfaction, but for that she would have to wait until Clarke returned - no Deliveryman was going to help her out with that!

Clark was very pleased to see the parcel - 'that's great' he exclaimed ' I was worried that it might not arrive until after I had gone on Monday'.

He opened it and took out various items. There was another set of thigh bands, a set of cuffs, and a new collar. They examined each item carefully. The thigh bands were quite different. Each was a solid circle and they were joined by what looked like a solid round bar an inch in diameter and an inch long. It had a hole in the centre, and when Clark inserted a special type of key into the hole and turned it the bar elongated to about six inches long.

It did so very smoothly and each end was attached to the band by a ball joint. This gave full flexibility and enabled the bands to twist in any direction, being only tethered to each other by the bar. There was also another set of bands - smaller in diameter, not joined, each with two chains, ending in the familiar bayonet fitting.

Paula - The Gift - Chapter 6

'What are these for' exclaimed Paula. 'It's another set to go below the others just above your knees' Clark explained. The familiar doubt arose in Paula - 'haven't we gone far enough for now' she complained ' you keep adding bits all the time without asking me'.

Clark reassured by saying that she knew that he had her best interests in mind and how much he loved her and just how much it meant to him to play out his fantasies.

Paula was somewhat mollified and picked up the collar. It looked beautiful. It was very different from the one she had on. This one was fastened at the front; the keyhole was concealed under an ornamental plate that slid aside. It was composed of open plaited pieces of stainless steel that would enable other items, such as chains, to be attached at any point. It did not look at all kinky, not like the other collar. That pleased her.

Finally, there was a set of ankle cuffs with the same fitting and with D rings each side, as Clark had promised. It was an imposing array and Paula wondered how much it had cost - far more than her outfit she guessed.

Clark picked up the thigh bands and suggested that they started with them. Paula pulled down the belt and the thigh bands after Clark had unlocked it. He removed the thigh bands and she saw how he pushed the inside of the belt each side just above the slid and that released the bayonet fitting.

She quickly showered and examined her mound. The hair was growing again strongly and it had ceased to itch once it had really started. It was very pleasant to feel herself again and to rub in some cold cream.

She put on the belt again - again the familiar pressure feeling around her waist, up between and over her buttocks and on her pubis - again it turned her on. Clarke had put the bands on the floor and she put them over her feet one at a time and drew it up. They seemed tighter than before, but she managed to get them so that the chains could be inserted into the slits in the belt. As the bar between was unlocked she could separate her thighs easily and she tried walking. The bar elongated smoothly and quietly and she was able to walk without any difficulty. She was very impressed and hugged Clark thanking him with deep kisses.

Next he unlocked the collar and clicked the new one in place. It looked almost regal - the design was quite unique and she knew that it would be admired and not considered kinky at all.

'What about trying the other cuffs' suggested Clark?

Paula had forgotten them and somewhat reluctantly she allowed Clark to pull them up over her knees. They became tight when he was able to insert the two chains on each side into the slits on the sides of the thigh bands. They sat a couple of inches above her knees, and the various bands of steel around her waist and thighs complemented each other.

Paula admired herself in the full-length mirror. Apart from how pleased she was with the way she looked she felt very aware of her growing sexuality and dependence upon Clark. Where would it end she thought?

'Shall we have a play' Clark hinted. Paula was becoming horny and readily agreed. Clark made her lie back on the bed and locked the thigh band bar. This drew her legs together, and he increased that by locking the lower bands and the ankle cuffs with small padlocks. Using the D rings in the cuffs and old stockings of hers he fastened her ankles and thighs to each side of the bed.

He then put on the wrist cuffs and again stretched her arms to the sides of the bed with stockings and tied them. Paula was aware just how secure she was and how tightly stretched her legs and arms were - it was thrilling.

Clark did the same with the collar - to each side of the bed and also to the bed head - tightening the stocking ties as much as he could. Paula was helpless, and felt so. He put the gag into her mouth and plugged her ears and finally, blindfolded her with a scarf.

Paula felt scary - he had never gone so far before - she could not move an inch, nor hear, see or say anything - a secret word wouldn't be much good to her.

Nothing happened - she didn't know if Clark was still there - time passed - she dozed. She wasn't exactly uncomfortable - just secured - and the thought of her situation not only scared her but also aroused her at the same time. She was aware that she was wet - she thought that it may soak down onto the sheets - but didn't care.

Possibly two or so hours passed before she felt somewhat like small stab onto her clitoris - she tried to scream - no noise was possible - again she felt it and realised the Clark was tantalising her - very successfully - with the feather.

Gradually Clark stroked the feather up and down, lightly and then probed the tip between her lips. He did it faster and then slowed down - Paula did not know what to expect next. She thrashed around as best she could in response to the remorseless stimulation her sex was enduring her - it was driving her mad with desire and she felt her whole body arch from the bed as she orgasmed - it was like being drawn down into a deep whirlpool, round and round, down and down -everything coloured a bright yellow until she almost exploded.

When she came to she bound that Clark has untied her bonds, she still wore the belt ad bands, but the cuffs were gone. She had a feeling of great contentment and felt totally relaxed - just like a rag doll. She slept.

The next morning they decided go away for the weekend - this was mainly because Clark was going away on the Monday. They drove off to the coast - the weather wasn't good enough to swim or go on the beach, but instead they looked at boats in the marina there and daydreamed about selling the house, buying a boat and exploring tropical seas. It would be an escape from the city and the relentless grind of daily work - a nice thought but very practical, as neither of them knew how to sail. It took their minds off the next few days.

Clark thought about his trip and what that would incur for his company and job. Paula wondered about the next few days at the health club and how she would find being operated upon for the whole morning. After a sumptuous dinner at a restaurant overlooking the marina they went back to the motel and enjoyed relaxed love-making in the now familiar way - Paula sucking and fondling Clark until he erupted and Clark then teasing Paula through the slit and by handing her breasts and nipples in an almost rough way - Paula didn't object - it really helped her reach an enjoyable climax.

They returned home the next by a different and longer route passing through the countryside, appreciating the start of the new growth, both somewhat pensive with the prospect of being separated for a few days.

Each of them knew that they would miss their lovemaking and Clark wondered whether Paula would change her mind about the restraints that she would be wearing after he returned - he still thought that she was a reluctant partner in his quest for sexual experiment.

In the morning Clark remembered to unlock the belt - only just in time - and drove off to the airport after telling her to be good! Paula kept the new collar on - she knew her bridge friends would admire in that afternoon - I hope I am not too sore after the treatment she thought. She showered and washed herself carefully. She did not feel aroused in any way due to the apprehension she had about what was going to happen.

At the club they welcomed her and she was taken to a very clinical room with the usual examination chair. She took off her jeans and panties and settled herself back. She had brought a book that she hoped would help to distract her.

The young technician re-assured her that she had nothing to fear and proceeded to dye Paula's hairs black. She explained that this was usual with fair customers as it made it easy to pick out the hairs. That done she spread a cream over her mound that would, she explained, reduce any pain, as it was a mild anaesthetic. She also showed Paula that she would only work upon a strip about an inch deep across the pubic bone first. She explained that starting that way would enable Paula get used to the process before she started upon her labia.

Paula tried to relax but was very tensed up. However it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be and gradually she became used to the slight shocks as each hair was killed off. It was boring and she read her book, breaking off occasionally to daydream - mainly about the life of restraint that she had entered into and conjecturing on what next Clark would get up to. She wondered just what other devices could be applied to her body and limbs - the thought started to arouse her and she quickly snapped out of that line of thought when she realised that the technician would know of her feelings almost before she would herself - she blushed when she realised the effect of her juices running would have.

She went back to her book. Half way through they stopped for a coffee and the technician went off for a few minutes. The second half went much quicker and the technician finished ahead of her schedule. She explained with blond customers it was difficult to give an exact timing as they tended to have fewer hairs, and they were less visible. The timings were really averages that were too long in this case.

With much relief Paula went home and readied herself for the bridge session. As expected her collar was much admired and it was considered by all to be much more attractive this it's predecessor. She was congratulated on her choice.

The next two days at the health club went much the same as the first. The work on her labia was more painful and very intrusive. Paula gritted her teeth and tried to concentrate on her book. Fortunately it was completed in an hour and a half on the Wednesday, and tendering her credit card Paula gladly left.

The whole of her pubis was tender, and although she was keen to wear the belt again soon she decided to wait until the morning. She tried playing with herself - it was the first time for a couple of weeks that she had been able feel her clitoris, for some reason things didn't seem to work out and she gave up. Later she wondered why, and assumed that it was because she had been distracted by the soreness of her pubis.

That night in bed she tried again - first with her nipples that were responsive - and then dropping down to her clitoris - but as she was not in the slightest wet she soon stopped.

Perhaps she thought the belt has conditioned me by being arousing me so much and so continuously by the feeling of restraint that it gives with the thigh bands. Perhaps, she was losing the ability to relieve myself as she did from adolescence by fondling in so many ways her clitoris and vagina - what is Clark doing to me!

Then she remembered the intense orgasms he had given her and also on her part how worked up she had become when she had brought him to ejaculation. She fell asleep, still uncertain.

Her labia felt much better after she had showered and applied a cream that the health centre had provided. She took up the belt and realised that this was the first time she had put it on by her own decision - up to then Clark had made the move. Quickly she brought the shield up between her legs and the two halves round her hips. Drawing in a breath she clipped them together. And again experienced the thrill as her labia was compressed and the rod and chains tensed over her buttocks.

At once she felt the signs of arousal - dampness in her vagina - puckering of her nipples - swelling of her breasts - and quickening of her breath. It was lovely. She pulled up the thigh bands and the effort of pushing the bayonet fittings into the slots slowed her and enabled her to draw out the pleasure she was enjoying. She straightened up and glimpsed her self in the mirror - a full-blooded woman exuding sex and clearly in the early throes arousal.

Clark would be back this evening -the anticipation heightened her feelings - would he be in for supper - she decided to check with his office? She rang and asked to be put through to his secretary. She's on holiday she said and Clark is as well - not knowing who was calling.

'But' Paula asked quickly 'isn't he away on business'. The receptionist said that he was booked to return the previous day. Paula was puzzled - she must be mistaken, she thought - I'm sure he said Thursday.

She must be wrong she thought - Clark is away so often she must have mixed up the trips he did - perhaps she had confused him with the Production Manager who usually went with Clark. However, she would get the meal ready in case.

Clark did arrive in time and she greeted him with enthusiasm - she was in the need of attention, particularly to her sexual parts. He said that he was worn out and wanted a drink quickly. She had already put a bottle of wine in the cooler and they had a pre-supper drink together. Clark was very interested in the sessions at the health centre and she regaled him with the full details.

He was assured to hear that her crutch was back to normal, and was surprised that she had put the belt back on herself. 'I thought that you were not all that keen on being imprisoned' he hinted.

Paula chuckled 'You know how it turns me on' she said ' here I am just waiting for your attention to your favourite parts of me'.

Clark smiled ruefully - 'well you might have to wait for that I feel really shagged out - we can have an early morning session before I go to the office.

Paula felt disappointed, and his words reminded her of the telephone conversation she had with the receptionist 'By the way' she said ' when I rang the office this morning to check on your flight time I was told that you got back yesterday and that you were on holiday today - what's going on'.

Paula - The Gift - Chapter 7

'She must have mixed things up' he said quickly ' originally I was going for three days, but it was extended - and Susie decided to take the day off as I would not be there'.

'I thought that something like that had happened' said Paula, very relieved. '; That receptionist often makes mistakes' she added ' not long ago she told me that you were away, that was quite wrong'.

Clark suggested that had supper as he wanted to look at her hairless mound, and after clearing away they went up to the bedroom and Paula stripped down. Clark undid the lock and she slid down the belt and thigh bands.

'Wow' he exclaimed 'your fanny looks just like a young girl's - if I wasn't so fagged out I love to have a taste of it'. 'Please do - having the belt on all day has really tantalised me and I'd love you to give me a suck there'.

'OK - then off to bed for me' Clark replied, pushing he back onto the bed. He quickly put his head between her legs and kissed her running his tongue up and down - Paula's vagina responded and her juices flowed - she felt her nipples and fondled her breasts firmly - quickly she climbed into an orgasm - one not the best she had had, but one that removed the mounting arousal she had experienced that week.

Clark got undressed and got into bed - Paula showered and returned to the bedroom - he was lightly snoring - she didn't feel like going off to sleep so, after a moments thought, slipped on the belt again with the bands, put on her dressing gown and went downstairs. Finishing off the wine further relaxed her and she read a while before finally joining Clark.

Clark awoke and moved his arm to rest on Paula's thigh. He felt the bands and explored further. She rolled onto her back and his hand hovered around her mound and ran over the smooth metal - it excited him. He moved his hand up and cupped her breast, lightly pinching her nipple - moaned and stirred and awoke. His hand stroked him more vigorously - she responded by pressing his hand harder to her breast, his stroking became more violent and she moved her hips in anticipation pushing her buttocks down and arching her back.

Clark slipped down the bed - he cursed - the shield was in place - he got up and took the key from his coat and pulled off the shield. The delay hadn't affected Paula - she had carried on pulling her nipples and handling her breasts - she was very worked up, wet and opened her legs as far as possible.

He moved his head to between her thighs and his tongue found the slit. He concentrated on her clitoris pushing his tongue in and out and then running down her lips - she came voluptuously uttering mewing noises and thrashed her body around in pleasure.

Slowly she stilled and Clark slipped by alongside her. He moved her hand to his hard tool and, slowly at first, she worked up and down it, flicking her fingers over his helmet bringing him to an explosive climax. They both slumped back, fully replete.

Clark got up after a while, showered and left for the office - Paula remained sleepily basking in the pleasure she had received and in the afterglow of contentment. The belt had, as before kept her aroused, and she had been able to come rapidly and fully. Life was good, she reflected.

Later that morning as she was drinking her mid-morning coffee she remembered about the strange business of Clark's trip. His explanation was feasible, but, but she still had a niggling doubt in the back of her mind. She dismissed it and looked forward to the weekend ahead.

That evening when Clark returned she was surprised when he told her that her had to go off again on Monday. This time he wasn't sure when he would return, and said that he would be away until the contract was signed - hopefully by the Thursday at least.

Paula was rather quiet, on the one hand she felt hard done by, yet she knew how important the job was for Clark and how his company were in a very competitive market and needed to fight hard for the business, so she held back her objections and just suggested another week- end away to enjoy themselves.

They planned a drive away from the coast this time to a hilly area. It was a weekend of walks, relaxation, sex, good food and wine, and more sex. They didn't tire of exciting each other and as before made love in the same way - Paula building up Clark until he ejaculated, and he in turn stimulating Paula with his tongue.

Neither of them tired of these roles and they never thought about returning to the penetrative sex they had previously enjoyed. Paula kept the belt and bands on, Clark using the key to pull her thighs together and locking her ankles at some stages. Other times he tied her to the bed and gagged her - by the Sunday night when they got back home they were both very satisfied and dropped off to sleep with no difficulty.

Paula got up to say goodbye to Clark when he went off on the Monday morning - I'll call you when I know when I'll get back - he told her and that was that. Paula wasn't too worried about he being away for a time - she felt very satisfied and she knew that she had plenty to do - spring-cleaning was on the menu!

That afternoon at bridge there was a newcomer - Iris - the wife of Clark's friend Dave. During the tea break Paula asked her if the move had gone off well. 'What move' questioned Iris. 'On a Sunday a couple of weeks ago Clark helped David move some furniture, I thought' said Paula.

'No you must be mistaken' Iris said 'we have were away then, as far as I can recall and Dave hasn't moved anything - except his mouth for ages ' she joked.

Paula fell silent for a moment - she was worried. Sheena, stirring it up said 'what's he been up to then'. Paula managed to smile it off - he must have been meaning another Dave - she suggested.

Back home it was a different matter - there were two occasions that Clark had been out of circulation - the excuse about changing the flight need investigation she decided. She knew the airline he used and an old friend worked in the reservations department there - she might be able to solve the problem.

The next morning she rang her friend and made the excuse that Clark had gone off again and had asked her to check with the airline as he thought he had left some documents in the overhead locker. She told her friend that he had given her the flight number but she had mislaid it, but she thought that it was on the Wednesday evening. Her friend left her holding for a while and came back confirming that Clark had travelled back that evening but there had been no reports of any lost property found. Paula thanked her and almost dropped the phone in her confusion - she buried her head in her hands - just what was going on.

For the first time she had doubts about Clark - did he love her or was he interested only in changing her into a highly sex charged wanton for his own purpose. Admittedly, she had enjoyed playing with herself from early puberty, but she knew that was quite different from her situation today. She now knew that sex was almost the only motivation she had - she enjoyed her friends, and holidays, but all the time she knew that sexual gratification was, at the least, at the back of her mind, all the time.

It was sex with Clark that she was addicted to, and her had made her that way by introducing her to bondage in an insidious way, gradually increasing her sexual awareness to the point that now she was totally dependent upon him for gratification. And now she suspected him of possibly having an illicit relationship - that seemed to be the only explanation why he would spend time, secretly, away from her.

Her mood had changed from despair to anger - to think that he kept her a prisoner from her own body whilst he enjoyed sex with another woman. It was almost unthinkable - she had loved him and as far as she was able had ended up as a slave - tending the house and waiting for his return to enjoy sex in return for his favours.

Here she was locked in the belt and she recalled how he had obtained the keys by deception - convincing her that it was for her own good. She hated the belt and hit at with her fists - that act re-enforced the invincibility of the belt and what a mess she was in. After a while reason returned and she dispassionately reviewed her predicament.

Perhaps there was an innocent explanation for his behaviour and she was misjudging him on flimsy evidence - clearly she needed to make sure of the facts. She went to sleep with that problem on her mind.

No ready solutions came to her during the night - she hadn't had a decent sleep and she felt jaded when she awoke. She lay back contemplating what she could do. Perhaps she could face Clark with the problem - but what if he just laughed it off with some excuse - she would be back to where she was now.

She could try to see if the two instances were isolated, and could then decide to 'sleeping dogs lie'. Or she could try to prove the matter one way or the other. How could she do that? Clark was away and perhaps he might try the same trick - returning early and having a day's holiday on the Thursday - to do what?

She didn't like to approach her friend at the airline again - it would be too obvious and she didn't relish trailing her domestic problems to all and sundry. It was impossible to try to find out more at the office - again her enquiries would provoke comment. She decided that the only way would be by keeping the matter under cover and she would have to act like a detective.

Perhaps Clark would come back a day early - then she could go to the Arrivals Gate and see if he did come back on the Wednesday - or even today, she brooded on in despair.

Paula though out her plan carefully. She found an old hat and coat, neither of them she had worn for ages. She pushed her hair up into the hat, put on the coat and took with her a pair of dark glasses. The airport was on the other side of town - about « hours drive away.

She left her car in a central car park and took a taxi to the airport. There she found a seat where she could watch the arrivals, put on her dark glasses and pretended to read a newspaper, all the while carefully looking at each arrival. She had started early, well before the time that Clark usually got back, and it was rather boring. Time passed, and so did the arrival time of the flights that Clark usually came back on. No Clark. After an additional hour she gave up and got a taxi back to her car and then home.

She wondered whether or not she had made a mistake and if she had misjudged Clark - she loved him but felt very sore about what had happened. She decided that she had to know one way or another, and went back to the airport the following afternoon.

This time Clark did arrive. She hurried out to the taxi rank whilst he went off to the car park. She asked the taxi driver to stop near the airport exit and they waited for Clark's BMW to appear. When it did she asked the driver to follow carefully, a couple of cars back. They went back to the town centre, and then off, not in the direction of her house, but to another suburb.

Eventually the BMW parked in the forecourt of a small apartment block. They stopped nearby and watched Clark get out with his case and go up to the entrance foyer. He pushed a bell button and bent down to speak into the microphone linked to a particular apartment.

Standing up he opened the door and disappeared. Paula quickly ran across and looked at the plate showing the occupants names - she knew roughly which button he had pushed. One of the names was familiar to her - T Nicholson - Thelma, marketing manager at Clark's company.

She felt dismayed as she went back to the taxi - she of all people. Clark had told Paula some time back about the trouble she was causing him - perhaps it was a smoke screen.

She went back in the taxi to her car - silently - the taxi driver sensed that she was upset. What should she do now - it seemed that her suspicions were right. She realised that she needed proof to confront Clark with - how could she get that?

When she got home she looked though the business directory, and on the off chance that someone might still be working phoned a local inquiry agency she had heard off. Her call was answered, and, taking a deep breath she told her story. The man at the other end told her that they couldn't do anything over the phone so she agreed to go to their offices.

There were other employee's around, that re-assured her, and she was shown into an office. The man behind the desk - middle aged and respectfully looking - went through her story. He took down the details - addresses, names - and leaned back reflectively.

'Are you sure you want us to go ahead - it might be the end of your marriage and you do say you love your husband?' he asked.

Paula nodded - 'I can't carry on without knowing ' she replied, 'yes, I do love Clark and I believed he loved me - I must be sure about this'.

'OK then' he affirmed 'we shall get on it right away - we shall be careful - unfortunately we have considerable experience of knowing how to go about these things - we will be in touch with you in the morning'.

Paula left - somewhat poorer as she had had to leave a considerable amount as a deposit - and drove home - at least she would now resolve the matter.

She had a snack and a stiff drink and went to bed. She tried to sleep but couldn't help imagining what was happening in the apartment. She tossed and turned and eventually slept - a troubled sleep with unpleasant dreams. She awoke early, and her first thought was - why is he doing this me!

She showered, dressed and moped around the house - she couldn't settle down to anything whilst she waited for the call. It came eventually at about eleven. Despite having to wait for the call she hesitated picking up the phone - this could change my life she thought. It was the agency, and they quickly came to the point. 'Madam, I am truly sorry to tell you this but your suspicions were well founded. Paula's heart thumped - she almost dropped the phone and managed to croak 'what did you find'?

'Your husband - or the man we suspect was your husband was in the double bed and, as far as we could ascertain, was undressed - his clothes were on a chair nearby. The lady in the apartment was wearing a dressing gown when she opened the door, and in our view she had just left the double bed' the voice told her.

'I realise that this must be a great shock to you - would you like us to ring back in a few minutes so you can have a break'.

'Please' Paula managed, and put the phone down. Her worst fears had been realised - she collapsed into a chair, buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

After a while she recovered - her mind was a whirl - what should she do - why had this happened - what were Clark's feeling towards her - had he just taken her for a ride all this time - these possibilities ran through her mind. She pulled herself together went into the bathroom and repaired her face.

Before too long the phone ran again. 'Are you feeling OK' said the man. 'Yes - I think so' she replied. 'May I suggest that you come down to our office and we'll show you what we have'? She agreed to be there early afternoon.

They showed her photographs and she confirmed that it was Clark and she also recognised Thelma - she was somewhat pleased to see that Thelma looked pretty awful. 'You can take the photos she was told, and they also gave her a signed deposition by the two men who has got into the apartment.

She paid the bill and left - it had all happened so quickly - in the back of her mind had been the thought that she had been mistaken and that Clark was able to give an explanation - but now she knew for certain that he had lied to her and committed adultery.

She knew also that he would be back in a few hours and that she had to make her mind up on what she would do when he appeared. As usual she set about making a meal - it took her mind of her problem. She decided to play it by ear, and to see how Clark behaved.

Paula - The Gift - Chapter 9

She heard the key in the door - Clark entered. 'Hiya' she called out 'how was your trip'.

'OK' he replied ' and came into the kitchen. 'Everything alright with you' he asked.

Paula hesitated, 'Sure' she said 'are you hungry, or did the plane feed you'? 'I could do with something light' he said ' what are you making?' 'Pasta' replied Paula - 'it won't be long'.

They sat down for the meal - neither spoke for a minute or so - Paula broke the silence -'did you get the contract signed as you had hoped'.

'Well' started Clark 'it's going well but it seems that I shall have to go over there again soon'

At that something snapped inside Paula - 'I think we need to talk about your trips' she said. Clarke jumped in - 'Darling I know I have been away a lot but it's the job and we wouldn't.'

Paula interrupted - ' it's not he business I am worried about, it's what happens after the business - what happens when you get back here a day early, as you did this week'.

'What are you on about' Clark interjected 'I came back today'. 'Not here' said Paula ' back to your lady friend perhaps'.

Clark drew a deep breath and sat back in his chair. 'I don't know what you talking about' he said quickly.

Paula threw the photos on the table - 'I am talking about these' she shouted. Clark picked up the envelope, pulled out the first shot and immediately stuffed it back in the envelope.

'Where did these come from' he demanded. 'Never you mind' she replied 'it's true that you are having an affair with Thelma, isn't it?'

'No' said Clark 'it's true that I have had a fling with her some time ago, but that's long over'.

'You're a liar' Paula cried ' these were taken this morning'.

'You have been spying on me - how dare you' Clark said heatedly. 'How dare I! - I'm your wife that's why' Paula angrily replied ' and I am sick of your lying sneaky ways - the way you say you love me and at the next opportunity you're fucking Thelma'.

Paula didn't normally swear and Clark knew just how upset she was. He tried to mollify her - 'darling' he said 'it was just a one night stand - Thelma has been after me for ages and in a weak moment I said I would'.

Lies, lies, lies ' shouted Paula 'you've been at it for ages - don't treat me like a fool'. She was so angry she fled out of the room and went upstairs - in the bathroom she looked at her flushed face in the mirror, and broke down - what a mess she thought.

She heard the front door close with a bang and a few moments after the sound of Clark's car starting and driving off. She tried to rationalise the situation coldly. Firstly, she definitely thought that she could no longer believe Clark. He had destroyed her trust by attempting to lie out of the situation. She knew that he had been sleeping with Thelma on at least three occasions - and there could be any number of times before when he was away, and maybe other times when she was occupied. Did that mean her marriage was doomed? She certainly wouldn't be prepared to let him enjoy Thelma and still live with her - that would be impossible. What if he promised to give up Thelma - and any other liaisons - would she be prepared to take him back?

She pondered - and then it came to her - she has been turned into his slave over the three years of their marriage - she had given up her career - had turned into a housewife, cleaning, ironing and cooking - and over this time he had subtly made her sexually dependent upon him - his sex slave she thought bitterly - yes, she had enjoyed sex with him, but now with the belt, when he chose.

That reminded her of the belt - it has escaped her mind, being such a familiar part of her - that he had gone off with the key and here she was, a prisoner. She viewed her predicament; she should be able to negotiate herself out of this she considered - there was no way in which he could leave her locked up like this.

That hardened her resolve she was going to free herself of him and be in control of her life again - first thing in the morning she would seek out a lawyer and see what he suggested.

Surprisingly she slept well - perhaps the fact that she had made her decision helped her. She dressed carefully - her appearance might help when she made her case. She had a lawyer in mind - another friend had been in the same predicament and has spoken highly of one firm in the town. She phoned for an appointment, and was pleased that she could see a partner specialising in domestic matters that morning. After thinking carefully over her coffee she decided not to mention the belt - that could be sorted out direct with Clark.

The partner was surprised to see the photographs and congratulated her - to him it seemed cut and dried, and as she insisted that she was determined to press ahead with divorce he couldn't see the point of trying to dissuade her. He outlined the procedure, noting her financial situation and that she had given up her career as a microbiologist to marry. He advised her that she should be entitled to the house, free of any encumbrances, and alimony, at least until she had found suitable employment.

Paula was relieved - it seemed that she could be in control again - but how long would this all take? With co-operation from Clark, about three to four months she was told. Some doubts entered her mind. 'And if he is bloody minded' she asked. Well, she was told 'then it could stretch out to almost a year'. 'But that was unlikely' the partner assured her 'with the evidence you have and any other we can trawl up that should hasten the matter'.

She was relieved of a sizable deposit - I should be a lawyer she thought. When she got home she carried out the advice given her. Her jewellery was put into a bank deposit - that was the only personal assets she had. Her bank and savings account should be safe. She wondered about her credit cards. I will have to try them - maybe Clark hasn't stopped them. So she drove to a filling station, and tendered their joint card - it was refused, and that annoyed her - it demonstrated that Clark was in control again. Fortunately, she had her own cards so she used one - she would have to check her finances she remembered.

Who would she tell - her parents lived some way away - and she didn't want to worry them. Her father would feel vindicated as he had never liked Clark. One good friend - Sheena - she would tell - in confidence. Otherwise, she would wait and see. She contemplated the matter - the house worried her - perhaps she ought to change the locks - she decided to do so, and called a local firm. Again, she was lucky and they came around that afternoon and carried out the work. That will teach him I mean business!

Clark called her later - it was a short conversation - he said that he had decided that they had to part - she agreed with him - that they had to sort out their finances - she agreed with him. She asked him for the keys. She could almost sense the satisfaction it gave him to say 'If you co-operate I let you have them back soon - it's up to you'.

Paula asked him what he meant by co-operate. 'I think we should split all our assets down the middle'. 'What about the house?' 'Sell it and we will split what we get' he suggested.

She laughed 'You can't be serious - I have been told that it is all mine'

'Well' Clark countered ' that's what I mean about co-operation - it's up to you, or perhaps you love that belt so much you are willing to remain chaste for the rest of your life'. With that he rang off.

Paula could see problems ahead, she would try to hold out as long as possible.

She set to work looking out all Clark's clothes, there was a lot and she packed as much as she could in a couple of suitcases. The rest she put into large cartons she bought. When she had finished she arranged for the cases and cartons to be picked up and delivered to Clark's offices. He also had a number of personal possessions - books, tools, papers, and knick- knacks. All these she packed carefully and sent them off as well.

Despite her search she kept on finding odds and ends - when she had enough to fill anther carton that was sent off as well. During this process, which took several days, her lawyer phoned her. He told her that he had written to Clark, at his office, and a lawyer appointed by Clark had contacted him. He assured that all was in progress and that he hoped to have a preliminary meeting with Clark's lawyer soon. At that meeting he would explore the financial settlement and the legal details.

Paula was heartened by this - she wondered again whether or not to tell about the belt - she knew that it could be good evidence that she had been dominated by Clark and would count against him in court - if it went that far. However, she was embarrassed by the thought of telling the story and she knew that the lawyers would probe her sexual history - that wouldn't be nice at all! So she again decided to keep quiet about that side of her, and depend upon Clark also realising that disclosure would not help his case.

Her life settled back into a different routine - she decided that she would resume her career and phoned her old boss to sound him out. He was very helpful and said they were always looking out for 'bright young scientists like you'. Paula told him that she was going through a divorce and would not be available for a couple of months. It wasn't a problem he said, and suggested that she brought herself up to date on the latest developments.

Paula started reading the various scientific journals regularly and she searched on the Internet for news on her particular speciality. This kept her busy during the day, but at night she remained aware of the belt and bands and they still had the effect of keeping her aroused. She tried playing with her nipples, and although she had heard that some women were able to give themselves an orgasm that way she wasn't so fortunate.

She also tried tensing her vaginal muscles - her pelvic floor - and after much practice managed to reach a climax. She had plenty of time to practice and develop her muscles and eventually she was able to reach a very satisfactory orgasm that way. She could even do it without any apparent external movement - she even did it while she was sitting down waiting in a cafe for a friend to arrive.

Paula also found that by stuffing a pillow between her legs and working her thigh and stomach muscles she could orgasm - very pleasing, as she now knew that she did not have to depend upon a man again - at least while she still wore the belt - but that would not be for much longer.

Her lawyer came back with a compromise on the financial question - would she accept the house, but no alimony. She pondered over the offer- she had some money, enough to live for at least six months and she intended to sell the house anyway, when the divorce had gone through. An apartment was a better and safer solution, and with the profit on the sale, even though she wanted to buy in a very good area, she would be funded for a long time.

She agreed, and the legal niceties could then be commenced. That happening she wrote to Clark and asked him for the keys - he replied saying that he would give them when it was finalised by the decree absolute. There was nothing she could do except wait. Six weeks went by and they were granted the decree nisi.

Only another month and she would be free - the thought was delicious.

The months dragged by Paula wanted to get on with her life and the damned belt was holding her up - literally not physically! Eventually her lawyer range to say that it was through and would she like to pick it up - she did, and paid the bill - she was now sure it was worth the expense.

When she got home there was a letter from Clark waiting for her. She tore it open and out dropped the keys - at last. She dashed upstairs pulled off her clothes ad with shaking fingers put the key into the lock on the belt and turned it. Nothing happened. She tried again and again it just went round and the lock remained locked. She took the key out and examined it - at once she saw that the protrusions around the circular edge that was inserted into the circular hole had been ground off! In horror she looked at the other key - it was the same.

Paula cursed Clark - it was just what she could have expected from him - she no longer had any illusions about him. What could she do? She could appeal to him and he might well say that he did not have a copy of the key. If he had a copy there was no way he would give it up without extracting some high price for it.

She caste around for ideas - she remembered that the thigh bands came off when a trigger was pressed on the inside of the belt by the slot. Could she try that? She got a spoon from downstairs and inserted the handle under the belt when the bayonet fitting went into the slot. She wiggled it around and pushed it in and out, changing the position. There was a click and the pressure on the chain pulled out the bayonet fitting.

Hurrah - now for the other side. That was now easy and she was able to slid down the two sets of thigh bands. What pleasure. She examined where they had pressed against her thigh muscles for the last three months - there did not seem to be any long-term harm - the rubber had prevented that.

Now for the belt. Paula knew that there was no similar release point for the belt. She brought herself close to the cheval mirror and looked carefully at the keyhole. She shone a torch into the circular hole and could see at the bottom, recesses around, each of a differing size and depth. She wondered if a locksmith could take an impression of the hole and make up a key to fit. Excitedly, she phoned a local firm she found in the directory, and they said they would send someone around.

She dressed for the occasion - a pair of jeans, low cut that exposed the top of the belt with the lock, and a Tee shirt. She still had the collar on of course but knew that the same key would fit that. After what seemed a long wait, but in reality was no more than half an hour there was a knock and opening the door she invited the locksmith in. Leading him into the sitting room she pulled up the Tee shirt and showed him the lock. She explained that the key had been damaged and showed it to him.

He suggested that she lay herself down on the sofa so that he could examine the keyhole. This he did with a magnifying glass. He then rummaged into his toolbox, brought out an aerosol and spayed some solution into the hole. It was, he explained, to prevent the impression material from sticking in the lock. He then mixed up the material and carefully pushed it into the keyhole, making sure with a pick that it went right to the bottom.

They then had to wait for it to solidify - Paula made him a cup of tea. He told her that he had dealt with a similar problem some months back and had managed to make a key to fit. Thank heavens' exclaimed Paula. He asked how long she had been wearing the belt - she told him three months. 'Phew - that's long enough for anyone' he said sympathetically 'I'll soon get you free'.

He was able to get the impression out satisfactorily and went off to make the key. Paula sat back and contemplated her future - now life would begin again she thought!

The locksmith came back that evening. Paula, still wearing her jeans let him in and quickly pulled up her Tee shirt. He fished into his pocket and produced what looked like a 'L' shaped rod - nothing like a key she thought - don't worry he said seeing her dismayed expression - it is just a rough and ready tool that will do the job - I hope!

He inserted one end into the hole and carefully moved it round - she felt it slip further in - he turned it and there was a 'click' and the lock came off. She hugged and kiss him - she was so delighted. 'Could you now do the collar' she asked 'it uses the same key' Again a click and she was free! Now her new life could really begin.

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