| 'You didn't!' Caroline had
surprised me in my office around four, just as I was intending
to make my getaway. She had started by telling me about the
journalists, who actually were from the FT and were working on
an expose of Kieren Pressar. She also showed some surprisingly
good pictures of someone who she thought looked very much like
me! Now she was in fits of laughter as I told her of my trip to
Paris and the dressmaker, the meetings on the train with Pressar
and the incident in the limo. 'I wished I'd been there!' She
showed no sign of stopping.
'It's not that funny!' But I wasn't
exactly keeping a straight-faced either as we talked from
opposite side of my desk over two cups of coffee.
'I suppose he wasn't too upset!' She
rocked backwards in her chair as if dragging on one of her
imaginary, but banned in my office, cigarettes. 'He did buy you
a good lunch! Or perhaps, he likes a tough challenge!'
'He'll need some special tools!
Bolt-cutters or something heavy duty!' I didn't like that idea.
'Or a good locksmith!' But Jean had assured me that he only used
the best!
****
'Are you going to show me then?' She had
stood and had walked round to my side of the desk. 'We won't be
disturbed!' She motioned me to stand up. 'I gave my orders to
your secretary!'
Now, Caroline has seen me naked many
times, as we've often sun-bathed in the garden of our secluded
cottage with little or nothing on. We both feel that if you're
going to tan, then you should do it properly! But, here despite
being concealed in my own very private office, I was reluctant
to drop the skirt and show my newly installed hardware!
'Perhaps, later!' I remained sitting.
'No!' She lifted me to my feet, unbuttoned
and removed my jacket and then placed it carefully over a hanger
on the back of the door. She then turned the lock, before
returning and starting to unbuckle the belt. 'This is nice!' She
examined the raised buckle professionally, like the respected
fashion journalist she'd been in her career. 'Clever!' She felt
the lump underneath the waistband of the skirt. 'Such a simple
way to hide the lock! I'll remember that for the article!'
'What article?' I thought she'd been
joking! And since that supper she'd said nothing about the belt
Charles claimed he had ordered. 'Has your belt arrived yet?'
'Can you keep a secret?' I nodded. She
then guided my hand to her body, so that I could feel the steel
over the top of the corsetted waist under her rather loose
sleeveless summer dress.
I was about to say something, but she
raised her finger to my mouth to indicate silence. 'It arrived
from the States yesterday! Charles couldn't wait to lock me in
this morning!' She stood back and pulled the dress tight around
her waist. 'It's fine, but I don't like the lock! Look here!'
She indicated the bump. 'This was the only thing I could wear
that didn't show it! It's not exactly waist flattering is it?'
She took my belt and placed it on the desk. 'I'll need to get
one of these!'
'Jean has some very good ideas.' I
chuckled at some of them which were best described as
outrageous!
'Did he make the belt, too?' I nodded as
her hands found the zip on the skirt.
'If you put a hole in the front here.' I
drew a small rectangle on the front of my skirt at the waist.
'You could have a lock that was part of say a leather belt
outside with a large buckle!'
'That's a great idea!' She drew in the
dress to show her waist again. 'That would really emphasise your
waist.' She smiled wickedly. 'You could even have a very obvious
lock. A big brass padlock even! That would be some statement!'
'He's been there!' I was remembering some
of the photos Jean had shown me in Paris! 'A spectacular leather
corset dress had such a lock and belt at the waist with a
matching lockable collar over a neck corset!' I felt her pull my
skirt to the floor. 'You'd look wonderful in something like
that!'
She smiled at my comment, stood back and
looked at me in amazement, as I stood there in just a corset,
stockings, heels and the confining steel belt. 'Every man's
dream!' She smiled. 'A beautiful lady totally under his control!
Who'd do anything for release!'
I remembered the fun with Pressar. 'But
free to play naughty teasing games!' I walked towards her. 'Now
turn round! I want to look at you!' She reluctantly turned so
that I could unzip her.
It was now my turn to be amazed at my
friend. She was an astonishing image all in black, except for
the mirror-finished steel belt that bisected her corset and
enclosed her sex. 'We make a fine pair!' I laughed and extended
my arms to embrace her. 'I'm sure we could earn some money as a
cabaret act!'
I put my arms around her and she did the
same to me. Two pairs of hands gently explored each others body,
much more in discovery than anything sexual. But that is not to
say that my body and mind were racing in all sorts of
directions, that were mostly of that nature. She lowered her
head on to my shoulder and started to laugh uncontrollable.
'What the hell have we got ourselves into?'
'A few pounds of steel!' We were both
hugging each other's constrained bodies tightly.
'I just hope that all of this is going to
be worth it!'
*****
'It's good of you to take me home!'
Caroline and I were in the back of Charles' Mercedes negotiating
the traffic at the bottom of the motorway that led towards
Suffolk and home.
'It's no problem! As you said, we can stay
the night and we will!' She touched me gently to emphasise her
statement. 'It's been a long time since we had a good supper
together!'
'Let's just hope that the pub could
stretch the table to four! I'm surprisingly hungry! Considering
what I've eaten and drunk!' I thought again. 'Let's hope too
that DHL delivered the keys!'
'What!' Caroline was very surprised and
showed it! 'You don't have the keys? Now that is being a bit
silly!'
'No!' I couldn't see why I should have
them. 'Isn't the point, that you lose control of your body? If I
had the keys, it wouldn't be right!'
'Yes! Charles has my keys.' She was trying
to be concerned, but I think she felt I'd brought all this on
myself and perhaps deserved my fate. 'But I wouldn't trust
anybody else with them. I'm surprised you trusted someone like
DHL!'
'They always seem to get papers to me on
time!'
'There's always a first time for a
failure!'
*****
We'd all eaten and drunk too much, when we
walked back to the cottage just after ten o'clock. Not that for
Caroline and I that had been a great deal, as corsetted as we
were, there just wasn't much room!
'I have something to show you!' Caroline
stubbed her inevitable cigarette out in my sink and grabbed my
bottle of Paddy and a large bottle of still Volvic water from
the dresser. 'Charles!' She ordered her husband. 'Grab some of
those glasses and everyone follow me!' Like the dutiful friends
we were, we followed her into the lounge.
'What have you to show us?' My ex-husband
had his arm round Caroline as he asked the question, whilst sat
between the two ladies on the sofa. Charles finished pouring the
whiskey for us all, adding water as required, before he sat
opposite in an armchair.
Caroline put her drink on the floor and
stood up suddenly, before pulling my ex to his feet with both
hands. She then kicked off her shoes and turned her back towards
him. 'Can you unzip me, please?' He reached forward and drew the
zip down to her waist. 'Now take the dress off!' He obeyed
again, carefully dropping it off each shoulder and then allowing
her to step out gracefully.
As he placed the dress on the back of the
sofa, his face was a picture of delight as he turned back
towards her! 'Oh!' He took a deep breath! His eyes seemed to get
much larger! 'So you've got it! It's finally arrived!' He
embraced my friend with his hands busy checking the waistband.
She kissed him deeply in return forcing her tongue deep into his
mouth, whilst her hands explored his body in detail. He pulled
back. 'Steady on, Caroline.'
'It's alright!' She pulled him in tightly
and very strongly again. 'Feel it! Touch it!' She moved his
hands to the front of the belt. 'I don't have the keys to
myself. Charles may or may not have them with him!' Charles, who
was giving the impression he was enjoying the proceedings, gave
a vague gesture, which could have been interpreted as either a
yes or a no! 'So, you can see you're perfectly safe!' I saw her
hand go down the inside of his trousers. 'Well! From me anyway!'
'I just wish...' He was looking at me, as
he started to say something, whilst trying to extract himself
from Caroline's strong embrace.
'Go on!' I asked him to finish. He didn't!
So I continued. 'I don't mind what you do with Caroline. She's
my friend! Your friend! Her husband's here! She's also slightly
bigger than you and can probably look after herself!' I stood
up, walked a pace or so forward and played with Caroline's lock.
'But as she's said and you can see, she's under a very solid
lock and key!' My ex took my interference, as an opportunity to
beat a quick and safe retreat!
Unlike her, I kept my shoes on so that I
could look directly into her eyes, despite her greater height. I
now leant forward and kissed her gently on the cheek, before
turning back towards my ex. 'I'll excuse her behaviour, as I
know that when you're in a chastity belt, things happen to your
mind. You get frustrated! Obviously!' Caroline nodded in
agreement. 'But you also have a desire to cuddle, touch and kiss
all your friends!' She tried to cuddle me and nodded again. 'And
anyone else for that matter!' She grinned. 'You'd do anything to
get your body released from your prison! And you have an
overwhelming desire to obey!' I paused. 'Is that all true,
Caroline?' I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pressed
her down.
She kneeled as I hoped she would, dropped
her head and nodded very submissively. The belt was having a
deep affect on her.
I put my hand under her chin and she rose
slowly to her feet again. 'Undress me!' I moved her hands
towards the buttons of my jacket! Slowly and deliberately she
undid the three buttons and removed my jacket, placing it with
her dress. She now knelt again and almost lovingly kissed the
buckle of my belt, before unfastening it and drawing the belt
from its loops.
I brought her to her feet again and as she
moved her hands to the zip of the skirt, I stopped her. I
immediately pulled her in close and kissed her full and
passionately on the lips. Something I'd never done seriously
with a woman before. I felt our mouths open and our tongues meet
and fight in a mixture of whiskey and Caroline's smoke. I pulled
back. 'Caroline! Go and get your cigarettes!' She looked very
hurt. 'All of them!' I was completely surprised at her
obedience!
*****
She handed them to me like the naughty
pupil, who'd been caught smoking behind the school bike shed.
She'd even brought her lighter as well. Perhaps she did feel
guilty about her filthy habit! 'Charles!' He stood instantly at
my almost barked calling of his name. 'Burn these in the grate!
Your wife has just given up smoking!' Charles wasted no time in
complying with my order. But the expression on his face, showed
that he wasn't unwilling.
Caroline was still standing in front of
me. 'You bitch! You effing bitch!' She spoke very firmly but
quite quietly considering the words. Tears had started to roll
down her face, as she watched the flames subside. 'I can't do
without...'
I stopped her and made her kneel again,
pulling her head into my body, just as you would to comfort a
child. 'There! There!' I patted her and gently stroked her hair.
'You won't smoke again, will you?' She sobbed and nodded!
'Charles has promised me, that you won't get released if you
smoke.' I saw her husband stuff his hand in his mouth to stop
himself laughing! I heard several heartfelt sobs.
'Are you better now?' I'd given her a sip
of whiskey and wiped the tears from her face with a tissue,
whilst she was still kneeling in front of me. She nodded and
smiled up at me. 'I'm still very much dressed!' I turned the zip
of the skirt towards her. 'You may continue!' I was now also
facing and looking directly at my ex, who was now sitting on the
sofa with Charles.
As the skirt dropped gradually to the
floor, I watched two male faces change from mild amusement to a
mixture of joy and astonishment. As I wiggled my hips with my
hands high in the air like a belly dancer, to finally get free
of the skirt, I received a round of applause. I curtseyed in
return, whilst Caroline rose from her knees and threw the
now-free skirt at her husband.
*****
I offered my arms out to Caroline. 'Are we
still good friends?' She smiled and shook her head to give
conflicting signals. I debated with myself about whether I
should apologise for the cigarettes. I decided that I wouldn't!
'But I mean it about your smoking!' She held my hands, but we
were standing at a distance. 'Kissing you, was like kissing a
dirty ash tray!' I felt her hands try to release themselves, but
I kept my grip.
'I know!' She looked at Charles. 'He
complains too!'
'It's why I prefer soixante-neuf!' Charles
had spoken. 'You taste better that way!'
Everyone laughed and Caroline fell into my
arms. I suspected she wanted another cuddle, but she grabbed and
then dragged me down onto the large sheepskin rug that covered
the carpet. Unable to resist her greater size and strength, she
quickly rolled me onto my back. Seconds later, she was sitting
astride my stomach, with her steel belt clanking next to mine
and my hands pinned to the floor. 'Tables been have turned!' She
bent her arms and tried to kiss me. I turned away. 'You're now
in my power!' Almost viciously she pushed her belt into the top
of my thigh. 'They make a nice weapon too!'
'Ouch!' I looked up at my smiling
tormentor. 'That's not fair!'
'That's for the cigarettes!' She dropped
down and this time I didn't resist her kiss. 'Yes! We're
friends! I'll try!' She kissed me again. 'This time I really
will give up! I really do promise!'
*****
It was perhaps twenty minutes later when
Charles and Caroline excused themselves and made for their
bedroom.
For most of that time, Caroline and I had
been lying on the floor cuddling, talking, kissing, massaging,
drinking and teasing both each other and our respective
partners. Why is that two women can do things like that, whereas
when we suggested that the men get to know each other better,
they moved further to the ends of the sofa? Only reluctantly had
they eventually joined as on the floor. But they made sure, that
we kept them apart!
'So you've had your fun!' My ex spoke as
he laid on his back beside me on the rug. 'Where are the keys?'
I was on my stomach, so before I replied,
I propped myself up and reached over him. 'Now come on! You're
joking, aren't you?' His face was absolutely straight. 'Jean
sent two sets of keys by DHL!' Perhaps they hadn't arrived,
after all!
'It all depends really doesn't it?'
'On what?'
'On whether you want to be released, now!
Or in the morning!' He hesitated. 'Or perhaps your answer is
never! In which case it doesn't matter at all.'
'Shall I say that my body wants to be
released now.' He put his hand to the lock. 'On the other hand,
one deep part of my mind, says never!'
'We could compromise!' He drew me down, so
that I kissed him. 'Why don't I unlock you in the morning?' He
then produced a coin from his pocket. 'Or we could just toss a
coin! Heads with this key now!' He produced a key like a
magician. So, he'd had the keys all the time. The Rotter! 'Tails
and you'll be in a regime much stricter than even Anita! You
would never see or touch yourself again!'
I shivered at his last idea and sat up. 'I
think we'll go to bed now.' He stood beside me and lifted me to
my feet. 'I think too, that I'll accept your original
compromise!'
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