It had been a strange year. At twenty six she thought she had it all, a wealthy husband, a nice home, a good job. Money, Security. Everything a woman could ever possibly want. The sex was a little wanting, but what the hell, she had the perfect life.She was pretty enough to turn heads when she wanted to, and hell there was always her fingers, or her vibrator.
 It had been another disappointing night the night before. Frank had tried, but he had spurted his goo before he ever even entered her. He was tense and wouldn’t talk to her, instead just rolling over in bed and going to sleep. Shit, she thought , she had more love from a rock.It’s not like she didn’t try, she tried desperately wanted to hug him, be close to him, do anything to break that cold air, but always he was pushing her away. It had been that way for four of their six year marriage. Wham bam and not even a thank you very much. Couldn’t he see she was pretty? Didn’t he love her? Oh what was the point, you couldn’t make a leopard change his spots, she could live with it, or leave him. And she wasn’t ready to leave him, at least not yet.Instead she rolled over and went to sleep..
 The next morning She got up and went to work.Late, but that was okay she had been late lots of times and no-one had made any fuss of it. She got to her desk and checked her messages, and quickly put a pot of coffee on for the boss before he noticed she was late. Home free she thought.She was wrong.
 “Amanda, can you come in my office for a moment?” asked her boss from the doorway. She grabbed her steno book, ready to dutifully write down the list of items he would surely have for her to do. She closed the door behind herself and settled into the chair in front of his desk.
 “Amanda, I’m not good at this,so I’m just going to come out and say it. I have noticed a drop in performance for the last year you have been with the company, I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”
 “Fuck.” She thought. “This is bad.”
 “Sir, can’t I make it up, I’m sure I can do a better job. Please give me another chance. “
 “I’ve given you all the chances I CAN Amanda. I’m sorry but it’s done. Please take your personal possessions and go.”
 She left the office and cleaned out the few things she had at her desk. She didn’t keep much there.She wondered how she ws going to tell frank. She knew this year was a litlle leaner than others, a little less profitable for him, this would not be good news.They would make it through though, they always did. He would look after the numbers that was is job.He was the man, after all.
 She got in her car, and aimed it towards home, trying to think what she would say. It didn’t matter. She could get another job, she was sure of it.She’d look first thing she got home, hell she may not be out for more than a week. A little brush up on the resume, a lie here and there, no  problem.
 She got hoem, took off her coat, and flicked on the computer. It was as good a place as any to start.She worked on the resume for a little while, but her heart wasn’t really into it. She saved what she had done and instead flicked on the chat program.
 Even this was not entertaining. She had spent a lot of time in the last year on chat, mostly in the D/s rooms.Her fantasies led her to places on the internet that her body dare not go in real life. A couple of people were talking about chastity belts, and this site they had found on it, so she checked it out. Holy cow! What a site! She read for hours. At first the site was a little unimpressive looking , just links to text, and some very small pictures, but as she read on she began to become more and more involved. She imagined what it would feel like to be kept in such a device, unable to touch even her own self.Kept by a cruel master, her own sex denied her. As she thought of this she knew she was becoming aroused. She flicked off the PC and went up to the bedroom .
 As she masturbated, she imagined she was tied to the bed, finally released from a chastity belt that had kept her chaste for months. Her master )older, always older, though she never knew why he was older in her fantasies) stood over her, pushing hard inside of her, making her scream for mercy, but unable to resist him. She came violently, as in her fantasy  and physically in her body.It was the most incredible come she had in months.
 “Wow” she thought. “That was incredible.”
 She instantly decided that she wanted a belt. The most secure belt money could buy, the strongest and best belt to be found. She just had to know what that felt like for real. If it was this good in her fantasies, hell it had to be damn good in real life.
 She went back down to the computer and back to the site. She started to look at the many designs and makers,  the features of each. Some were just basically toys, she didn’t want that. She wanted something strong, something secure. Something that FELT like a chastity belt .Finally she hit on it.
 “The Chastiplus” was a new belt maker, different from any other.While most made from stainless steel, none were nearly as thick. It was made  from 1/8 inch thick solid stainless steel, nearly 3 times what any other belt was made of. A solid steel belt , shaped to fit the hips comfortably had two steel bars  that went down in front attached to a solid stainless “Cup “ that completely covered the sex. Each of the straps were hinged where they me the cup fitting into it on each side and just above the sex.Then another bar similarly hinged at the bottom of the cup went up the crack  of the butt to the belt in the back. The belt joined itself and the bar in the small of the back, and they all fit into a heavy post.. Over this post screwed down the lock, a sort of circular lock that acted like a bolt.. The article stated that when measured properly, and fitted it was completely secure and absolutely tamper proof. Going to the bathroom was possible because any feces would simply break up, and small urine holes allowed some drainage and for water from baths to enter and clean the sex. The metal was just way too thick to simply cut with hand tools adequately, and any power tools would rip the wearer to shreds in the process. It wasn’t any cheaper than the others, at $1200 US it was almost the most expensive. But it was definitely no toy. It was just what she wanted. Of course it was a bad time, she was after all unemployed, but that was what credit cards were for.She took the measurements it said to make, and without further thought placed the order right on their web interface before she could think about it and back out.She was always backing out of things she wanted, then regretting it later. Not this time though, she wanted it, and she would have it.
 It was almost through the day so she started to think about supper.It was such a let down, after such an exciting afternoon to think of that, but she had to, Frank would be home soon, and she still hadn’t decided what she would tell him about the job. The truth she supposed. She started a supper of fish and chips, she wasn’t feeling too imaginative this evening.
 Frank didn’t come home. She kept waiting, and waiting, but there was no car in the driveway. She thought perhaps he worked late so she ate herself, and went on the computer. She continued reading the site until it was very late. She was amazed at all the stories, all the people who loved their chastity. She read story after story, some on attempts at making belts, stories of being kept in them. One thing always came across in them, the people in them always felt loved.The one thing she never had, at least not recently.She clicked off the computer. 
 Where the hell was frank anyway? It was getting really late, too late even for him to be at work. She looked out the window, as if expecting to see his car pulling in the drive. Eventually she gave up on it and went to bed. To hell with it, he probably was doing his secretary. It wouldn’t be the first time. The thought also occurred to her that maybe she might still have HER job if she had not turned down the many advances her boss had made over the years. Fuck him. He could have his stinking job, he was disgusting.Not Dom material at all.
 Where did that come from? She wondered. Was that what she wanted, someone to contol her, own her? Deny her sex except when they said? Keep her in chains? Was that really what she wanted? All these thought going through her head .
 She awoke to a knock at the door. Somewhere she had dozed off in bed, though she wasn’t sure when. It was now daylight and light streamed in through the windows. Her head hurt, she had slept in. Shit work! But she didn’t have to go to work. She had no job. She sat up thinking of the night before. The knock beckoned her again, louder than before.Stirred she threw on a bathrobe and made her way downstairs to the front door of the house. She was surprised to see a police officer at the front door.
 “Yes?”
 “Are you Amanda? “ 
 “Yes.”
 “May I come in? I have something important to tell you.”
 “Of course.”
 It was then that she learned of Franks death.The officer informed her of an auto accident on the freeway. Frank was killed instantly. It had taken them until this morning to identify the driver, the car was burned beyond recognition as was the driver. The liscence plate had provided the clue that led to her. Amanda took it sternly, then cried after he had left, suggesting that she hve someone come and stay with her for a while, a friend or relative.
 It was three days later that  she sat in the lawyer’s office. Frank’s will had to be read, even if she was the only heir. She listened intently as he outlined what she already knew, she was the sole heir to all of Franks assets.There wasn’t much. Frank made a good living, but the house and living well had taken it’s toll and she realized she was in financial trouble. She had no job, no way to support herself, and no husband.
 The next day, much to her surprise, the chastity belt had arrived. She was just coming back from the funeral when the courier truck had arrived bearing a box.With all the funeral stuff and other things going on she had forgotten about it. Now it was here, and quickly too.She accepted it and put it aside, she wasn’t in the mood. But two weeks later she finally opened the box. She needed some distraction from looking for a job and trying to survive alone in the world.
 Her first impression was it was a lot heavier than she thought it would be, and a lot shinier. The manufacturer had said that the parts weren’t made from existing metal, instead moulds were made and the moulten metal formed in them.The result was a flawless solid belt.
 She held it up and hefted it. It was heavy but not unbearably so.She wanted to try it on. She wasn’t worried about visitors so she stripped right there in the living room. She pulled it over her legs andup to her waist.She tried to pull the waist part shut, but it was a little small.She knew from reading it was supposed to be tight so she held her breath a little and pulled it together.
 “Well that wasn’t so tough” she thought . She fiddled with  the shield, but the box kept hitting the metal which hung down so she kicked it away. It rattled though , something was still in there. She looked and sure enough at the bottom was the lock , an envelope with the keys and something else, a big plug of metal.She looked at it. Then she looked in the box and took out the sheet of paper.
 “Dear customer, as a token of appreciation for prompt payment we are including a prototype of an accessory we are developing for the belt . Enjoy.”
 She looked at the plug and shivers ran down her.It had been almost three weeks since she had any fun. This little plug might be just the ticket. She looked at the cup part of the belt and discovered a screw hole, the bottom of the plug had a threaded bolt welded in that it screwed into the hole.She wondered if she dared put it in. She didn’t. She put it aside and instead brought the shield between her legs  and up to the post on the belt in the back.She had to pull a bit and as she did it slipped over the post, and pulled the cup hard over her sex at the same time. “Oh!” she said.  She looked at herself and could hardly believe she had done this. She wanted to look at herself in the mirroe but was afraid the rod traveling up her butt cheeks would fall off the securing pin,,so she slipped the heavy locking knob over and used the key to “screw” it into place . It tightened and she removed the key.She couldn’t help herself and tried to pull off the knob. It wouldn’t budge. In fact the whole thing was stiff, completely unmoving. She bent and the carefully placed hinges on the cup and back and front rods allowed her to, but kept the cup constantly pulled tightly into her sex no matter what position she adopted. 
 She took a couple steps in it. It was easy to walk in she decided .She walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She could hardly believe what she saw. A young woman, held tightly in an embrace of heavy steel, her sex completely covered and inaccessible.  “Would you release me please master?” she said to herself in the mirror. But of course the unseen Master would not. She thought of the plug and started to get excited thinking about it. She just had to know what that felt like. She walked back in the living room, fetched the key  and unlocked the belt, after a bit of fumbling with the key in the lock behind her back. She screwed in the plug and went to close the belt. The plug was very cold against her lips, and it gave  her a chill as it touched her excited and wet sex. She gasped as it entered her and she pulled the shield tight .She wanted to take it out, this cold invader, she wanted to masturbate fiercely. She pulled the belt on the locking post, and locked it.  She closed her eyes as her body got used to the cold invader, warming it, embracing it.She imagined being stuck in this, unable to help herself, to either stop or help along the feelings . She walked a couple steps, feeling the plug move rhythmically inside her as her body moved around it. It was as if the plug was the only stationary thing in the world, and everything else moved around it. She quivered  and fell to her knees, she dared not walk anymore, her hands reflexively grasping at the shield fruitlessly. She knew her breathing was heavy. She reached behind, unlocked the lock and in a second her fingers were at her sex as she lay on her living room floor, the belt still around her waist but the shield swinging free. She masturbated to an amazing orgasm that she knew she would never forget.
 When she regained her composure she took off the plug, but she decided to wear the belt for a while. She lay on the couch and tried to see if she could get perhaps a finger under, but it was a fruitless effort, it was too tight to allow any access.
 Over the next few months the belt was  apart of more than one masturbatory session. She was always dissatisfied after however, she knew the end before she ever put the belt on. She wanted to be denied, but always she had control of the key and her will was broken by her desires. She began to realize that she needed to limit her control of the key She read everything but nothing seemed right. She mailed the key to herself when she was locked in, and that was great, but the second the key was in her possession again off came the belt and she masturbated herself to completion.
 Life went on. She found a job as a receptionist for a print shop, it was a lousy job but it paid the bills. She wore the belt to work once or twice under her clothes, leaving the key at home.The second she was in the door off came the belt.
 Once she had worn it to work with the plug in.Her boss had chosen that day to do a have her completely restructure the files, and she had to walk from one filing cabinet to the other which was across the office all day. She hardly controlled herself, and was sure that the sweat on her brow was clearly obvious. She imagined her boss was her master, that he was forcing her to do this in a belt that he had secured on his slave. By the time she got home she was almost jelly. Had she been able she would have ripped the steel from her body. Out came the key and she masturbated fiercely.
 She had begun to look for a keyholder, a master to keep her. She had joined a mailing list for the chastity belt site and lurked, never posting but reading furiously, hoping for the master to hold her key. The key to her.
 She had once tried to freeze the key in a bock of ice, but had retrieved it even before the ice had formed. And masturbated. She was doing this a lot, and wanted to stop, but couldn’t help herself, as soon as it was locked on her body all she wanted to do was get off. She was always disappointed afterwards, wishing she had denied herself a little longer. She decided she wanted to be kept in it forever, unable to get at her sex for all eternity. This fantasy started to take a serious hold on her. Once she put on the belt, and went and got a hammer. She was going to hammer the key to bits, btu couldn’t bring herself to do it. She unlocked it and masturbated instead. Another time she knew a hotel would be closed for an entire month for renovations. She went in before, found an out of the way spot on the metal under the stair of a stairwell and hid the key there. It was nearly two months before the hotel opened, the renovations having taken longer than expected, and she wa almost first in there. An hour later she lay in bed in one of it’s rooms, masturbating for the third time strait.
 But permanence was what she really sought. She wanted to be kept forever, without recourse, or at least at the whim of a master. She wanted it desperately, but couldn’t bring herself to go through with it. Twice she had arranged to meet someone she had met on chat who was into SM. The second time she had watched him from across the restaurant, not daring to approach him, to go through with it. She cried to herself when he finally left. Why couldn’t she go through with what she wanted so much? 
 Then one night while surfing with her computer she had an idea. She came across a web site that did online auctions. She searched and looked at the leather toys. But what was the sense? She had no master , another frustrating toy ? On a whim she searched for “Slave”. She came up with adds for old south slave documents and memento’s., for bdsm gear, and one other. One fellow was auctioning himself as a slave! He had his picture up in rubber wear and the whole bit. And people were bidding, lots of people! Of course it wasn’t serious, and the auction house closed the auction before it was finished. But that wasn’t the point. IF he could get that attention maybe she could get a master to meet her this way? But that was no good the auction house would just end it like they had this one. Then she thought for a minute. You can’t sell people, but you can sell objects. She looked at the key to the belt, which was on her body. Did she dare? It would be permanent, she knew that. She would never be able to remove the belt without the key. Well she thought to herself, she could place an add and if she decided not to got through with it she could just send any old key. The buyer would never know the difference. If she did go through with it she could send the real one. She placed the add, including a picture of the key .That would make her forget about backing out she thought .It read:
“cum one, cum all...it's all about winning the key to amanda's chastity belt!! it's what everyone wants but it's only going to the highest bidder! so be the lucky one who gets to have this one of a kind find. you know you want it! “

Soon bids were pouring in. She answered curious emails, assuring them it was an honest advertisement, and that yes she would be wearing the belt when the only key shipped. MasterX was the highest bidder in the end.
When the confirming email came she almost couldn’t do it. But she noted the address. She had expected a long email, but instead all she got was a cold statement of the shipping address, a PO BOX in Kentucky, and assurance the money would arrive. In the end her key had sold for eighty dollars. That was what her life of chastity was worth, eighty dollars.
 Two days later a courier arrived with an envelope. It was a money order and a reminder of the shipping address , nothing more. She wondered what kind of man bids on the key of a chastity belt? Who was he? Was he old, young? Ugly or handsome? Why bid on such an item and reveal nothing of yourself?
 She unlocked the belt. She masturbated. She locked the belt. It was a routine. One about to end. She was determined now. She had to go through with it, she wanted to more than anything in the world. It was raining. After work she stopped at  a mailbox. Her mind had been mechanical about her actions up until now, but now she was faced with it, it was either she dropped the key into the box or she didn’t. It was all this moment. And so we are where we began. She wanted to do run and put it in before she could think but she couldn’t She sat on the curb in the rain  and looked up at the box, the rain now having thoroughly soaked her. Why? Why was she doing this? But she knew the answer. She wanted to. She needed to. She was weak, she could not help herself. Here was the way out, but this too she could not find the strength for. Then in a fit of self strength she  took the envelope from her purse and put it into the box. She fell to her knees and wept, knowing that what she had done was irreversible. She had given herself up. She fell to her knees and wept in both joy and sorrow.

The End…
Or is it?