The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the open gardens, illuminating the
large manor that was the Broadway House with it's rapidly decaying light. Here
and there a few Guests visible throughout the grounds, still wandering about,
having not yet selected their companions for the evening. There certainly was no
lack of choice; the number of Hosts that toured the grounds and the large manor
were carefully selected by the Madame from a large number of applicants. They
were always of the highest quality and they always out-numbered the Guests.
Finally, as the last traces of the evening sun departed from the sky, the final
selections were made and the remaining Guests and Hosts all made their Exodus to
the inner chambers of the manor. Teri and Peter participated in none of this,
tucked away as they were into one of the innumerable rooms of the manor. Once
again the Madame had seen fit to punish their wayward activity, hoping against
hope that she could dissuade them from further transgressions. For Teri and
Peter had broken one of the most strict rules of the establishment: they had
become romantically involved with each other. As a result, they were now
completely useless to attend to the needs of the Guests. The Madame's
punishments had become stricter and stricter, but she only grew more exasperated
as these served only to strengthen their resolve to be with one another. Today,
Teri and Peter only had eyes for each other. Literally, they were forced to
stare at each other by the steel collars that were locked around their necks and
connected together by an 18ä steel bar. A chain extended from the ceiling to
attach to the center of the bar, adjusted so that both of them were standing on
the tips of their toes. The Madame knew that the strain of their leg muscles was
fantastic and would eventually tempt one or the other to relax their feet and
attempt to rest their heels on the ground. This would result in a see-saw action
of the bar, pushing the opposite end up and increasing the amount of upward
pressure on the other's collar. This was certainly a last act of desperation,
but the Madame hoped that this would create some animosity between the pair as
personal comfort took precedence over affection for their mate. Unfortunately,
she had grossly underestimated the pair's stamina. When she checked on them four
hours later, they were standing perfectly still, totally unmoving, save for the
tiny mincing steps that they took on their toes in an effort to maintain their
balance. Furthermore, they were still staring at each other lovingly over the
ball-gags strapped into their mouths. In fact, it appeared that if their hands
and arms were not securely bound behind their backs in leather arm-binders, they
would probably be groping each furiously. She left them there, going back to her
office to sulk, totally disgusted at the sight of two of her prized employees
panting like puppies in heat. She sat down and stared at nothing, her mind
racing furiously as she tried to devise a way to intercept this disaster. She
knew that all the other Hosts in her employ were watching these events with
great interest, and she suspected that they were other clandestine relationships
brewing among the Hosts. If she did not come up with something soon, there would
probably be a mutiny. Slowly her eyes focused on the display case that covered
the far end of the room. It contained a magnificent variety of ancient bondage
devices that she had collected over the years. One device in particular held her
attention for a long while, and a germ of an idea began to grow in her head.
Soon a wicked smile played upon her lips. Flipping through her rolodex, she made
a long distance call. While it was ringing, she unlocked and opened the drawer
in her desk where she kept files on every host in her employ. She extracted the
files for both Teri and Peter. These contained, among other things, a complete
listing of their exact physical measurements. The phone was picked up after a
number of rings and after exchanging the pleasantries that one usually affords a
colleague, the Madame started describing in detail the items that she needed,
concluding by reading off the list of measurements in the files before her.
Hanging up, she leaned back in her chair, putting her feet on the desk and
smiling smugly. Teri and Peter did not see one another for the next three weeks.
The Madame had released them from their bonds with the typical speech
admonishing them for their actions before sequestering them in opposite ends of
the manor. As she had hoped, they both became despondent over the absence of
their partner, and their longing for each other grew even stronger. Finally, a
package arrived to the Madame's office. She quickly opened it and extracted the
contents, admiring the quality workmanship. In an envelope in the bottom of the
package she found the single key that had accompanied the two devices.
Immediately, she sent for Teri and Peter, having them delivered to her office
naked, but with their hands cuffed behind their backs. When they arrived, the
happiness in their eyes at the sight of one another made the Madame want to
vomit. They stood facing her with their eyes cast to the floor and listened
patiently as the Madame explained her dilemma, waxing at length about the
purpose of the Broadway House and what it was supposed to represent in terms of
service to the clients, the Guests. The Madame knew that they were not really
listening, but she wanted to savor this moment as long as possible. She
continued her speech, concluding by casually mentioning that they would be
allowed to leave. As she had expected, Teri and Peter suddenly looked up and
stared at her, not believing their ears. No one was ever allowed to the Broadway
House prior to the conclusion of their contract, which in both of their cases
would not be for another two years. The Madame reassured them that this was
true, under normal circumstances, but because the originators of the House had
never anticipated such a turn of events as had been produced by Teri and Peter,
an exception must certainly be made. They returned their gaze to the floor as
the Madame continued. Certainly, some kind of penalty should be required, the
Madame added, for such a departure from the norm. Therefore, it will be
necessary, out of respect to the Guests and other Hosts, that a conditional
release should be in order. The Madame revealed to them the contents of her
package. Teri and Peter needed no explanation as to their use. In their long
careers as slaves, they had both seen a chastity belt in use, although neither
had ever worn one. The Madame had never required their use because the Broadway
House was supposed to be a finishing school; the Hosts, when they arrived,
usually needed no additional discipline in this area. The metal of the chastity
belts gleamed dully in the soft light of the Madame's office and Teri and
Peter's hearts fell as they realized what the condition of their release was to
be. Still, years of proper slave training prevented them from protesting as they
were made to stand with their legs spread apart while the belts were locked into
position. Peter had an especially difficult time, the sight of Teri had caused
him to become erect, making it impossible to fit his penis into the downward
curving tube of the belt. The Madame, impatient at the failed attempts to insert
Peter into the belt, angrily threw a glass of ice water onto Peter's groin. The
shock of cold water made him double over as if in pain. But it had the desired
effect, his penis was now completely flaccid, and when he stood back up, the
metal tube of the chastity belt slid over it easily. The lock closed with an
insignificant click that sounded like thunder in Peter's ears. He cast his eyes
to the floor, unable to avoid looking at the metal prison that held his parts.
The Madame had leaned against her desk with her arms folded, watching the looks
of disbelief and sorrow on the faces of her two Hosts. She told them the terms
of their release as they continued to look dejectedly at the floor. They were to
wear the chastity belt for as long as they wanted, removing them when they both
could agree on an appropriate time. They looked at each other quizzically out of
the corner of their eyes, and the Madame could almost read their minds. They
assumed that they could just remove the belts as soon as they had left the
House. The Madame was enjoying this too much. She held up a single key and
explained that the key would work only once; once a belt was unlocked, the key
could not be removed, therefore the other belt would have to remain permanently
locked. They would have to decide who would be the one to be unlocked from their
belt. The Madame really had no intention of letting them go. Their sexual urges
certainly could not be denied for very long and she calculated that the argument
over who should use the key would be all that was necessary to drive a wedge
between them. They would have nowhere to go except back to Broadway House.
Smiling, she put the key around Peter's neck and bade them farewell. They
immediately went to get their things, dressing hurriedly and packing the few
clothes that they had before making their way to the front of the manor where a
car had been provided for them. Both had amassed a substantial amount of money
over the years - their services as trained slaves were in high demand - neither
had to worry about income for quite some time to come. Making their way to the
highway, they drove North along the coast for a few hours, putting as much
distance between themselves and the Broadway House as they could. Finally,
exhausted from the events of the day and the long drive, they stopped at a B & B
and settled in for the night. This was their first real opportunity to examine
closely the devices that the Madame had placed them in. The belts were
deceptively simple in their construction; a single metal band went around the
waist, with a plate of metal descending from the front of the belt to cover the
crotch, connecting to two flat herringbone-type chains at the base of the
crotch, splitting into a Y to rejoin the waist band at the rear. A single
key-hole, at the junction of the crotch plate and waist band held it all
together. Their initial inspection seemed to indicate that Peter was in for the
roughest ride. The plate that covered his groin included a metal sheath that
emerged from the front, curving abruptly downward, angling back so that it
pointed between his legs. He realized immediately that there was no possible way
that he could achieve an erection. It also occurred to him that he would have to
sit down to urinate, something he was able to test immediately as the long drive
had left his bladder full. Teri had been making sympathetic gestures as Peter
discovered his new limitations, but while he was in the bathroom, she was able
to make e a closer examination of her own predicament. As she feared, the plate
that covered her groin was wide and tight enough that she could not get her
fingers under it. Additionally, she discovered that the plate had a slightly
hollowed cup right at her clitoris so that even when she pressed on the front of
the plate and moved it around, nothing touched her most sensitive of spots, thus
preventing even the slightest stimulation. Now, something that she had lived
with for her entire life had been denied and she became immediately desperate.
As Peter came out of the bathroom with a pained look on his face, Teri was
frantically trying to wriggle out of her belt. There appeared to be no way. The
metal band fit tightly around her waist; her hip bones prevented her from
pushing it down at all. Twisting it side to side only achieved a limited amount
of motion. Soon tears of frustration were running down her cheeks. This, for
Peter, was probably the worst thing that could happen. The sight of this
helpless and deprived woman in front of her set off his passion. He
automatically reached down to start stroking himself, and then joined in Teri's
frustration as his fingers touched the curved metal of the chastity belt instead
of his penis. He tried to block his thoughts, but too late, he could already
feel himself trying to get hard, his abdominal muscles aching as his penis
fought to become erect within the confines of the belt. Doing his best to ignore
the pain, he went to the bed to comfort Teri, holding her close and gently
stroking her hair until the sobs subsided. Soon this stroking took on a more
erotic nature, and despite his guarantee of continued pain and discomfort, he
started stroking other parts of her body, lightly kneading her nipples, running
his tongue along the ridges of her ear and continuing down along the curve of
her neck. Deprived of the ability to stimulate her clitoris, he sought other
ways to bring her pleasure, using his mouth, tongue and hands to their fullest
ability, his penis throbbing uselessly in it's metal prison. Slowly, patiently,
he continued to caress and stimulate her, paying especially close attention to
her nipples, which seemed to be next in line for maximum erotic response. He
continued this line of action, doing his best to achieve and maintain a high
level of arousal, until she was gasping and bathed in sweat. Suddenly she cried
out, arching her back in a single, massive orgasm. She clung to him as if for
dear life, breathing heavily, her body still spasming periodically as the
sensations of her climax faded. As her breathing started to return to normal,
Teri started running her hand over Peter's chest, kissing him lightly on the
mouth as she ran her foot up and down the length of his legs. He immediately
felt himself start to get hard again. His penis had gone flaccid during the
final phases of Teri's orgasm, but now it was again straining to achieve
erection. The chastity belt hid his penis completely from view, but he could
feel it expand, sluggishly following the downward curve of the tube. While Teri
continued to pleasure him, gently stroking his nipples with her fingers and
kissing him deeply, his body reached a strange equilibrium; the pain in his
groin and the tingling pleasure of Teri's actions achieving a balance that he
could almost endure. Unfortunately, Teri was still exploring, trying an amazing
variety of arousal techniques, and his self-control finally boiled over. He
pushed her away and rolled onto his stomach, pushing his crotch into the
mattress and squirming wildly in an attempt to get some stimulation on his
penis. Failing that, he grabbed the metal belt with both hands and tried to push
it down, but like Teri had discovered previously, it was simply too tight and
too well constructed to allow for any serious movement. Finally, exhausted, he
gave up, collapsing inwardly, sinking into the soft mattress. Teri, who had been
watching the whole episode patiently, took this opportunity to start softly
stroking his back, going up and down his spine with her nails. Slowly, steadily,
Peter started to become aroused again. Doing his best to ignore the pain, he
tried to concentrate on only the pleasurable aspects of his predicament. Feeling
like a person blinded, he tried to devote himself to his remaining senses to
achieve what had been lost. He turned back over and pulled Teri close to him.
They kissed in a long embrace and the she resumed her light stroking of his
skin. As had happened before, his penis fought to becomes erect, but instead of
pushing her away, he moved her hands around to more sensitive spots, increasing
his level of arousal. She started kneading his testicles lightly, which were
left exposed by the belt, and a slight buzzing in his ears started to build in
volume. He seemed to hover infinitely just at the point of climax. The intensity
of this moment was far greater and more erotic than he had ever felt before. The
pain in his groin seemed to fade away. Finally, when it seemed like he would die
from the pleasure and anticipation, he climaxed in one prolonged burst, his
tortured penis emitting a steady stream of semen. He stared blankly at the
ceiling, slowly becoming aware of the pain in his groin that certainly must have
been there the whole time. Quickly it abated as his penis became flaccid, and he
looked around the room, blinking as if he had just awaken. Teri was staring at
him wide-eyed, and then her face relaxed as he reached out and took hold of her
hand, pulling her body close to him. The emissary was doing his best to avoid
being seen. A last moment of indecision had caused The Madame to send one of her
other Hosts along to spy on the wayward couple. He had followed at a discreet
distance as they had made their way up the coast, and he called in to the Madame
to report their arrival at the B & B. He parked and kept his vigil all night
watching their darkened room, doing his best to remain awake lest they leave in
the middle of the night. Finally, close to ten the next morning, they appeared
out of their room, taking a leisurely breakfast before wandering down to the
water. Despite the heat, neither wore a swim-suit; the woman was dressed in a
white sun-dress, and he was dressed in a t-shirt and baggy pants. He watched as
they walked towards the water, pausing briefly so that she could remove her
sandals before stepping onto the sand. He followed them for most of the morning
as they walked hand-in-hand just at the edge of the water. When the emissary
returned to the Broadway House, he reported to the Madame that they had checked
out of the B & B and continued up the highway until he finally lost them. He
said that a curious thing had happened just before they left the beach, though.
He had watched from a distance as the woman removed a necklace from around the
man's neck and threw it into the sea. The End
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