Hi, I love your site! It's one of the first places I check whenever I log on to the Internet. I finally got round to writing a story about a belt myself, so here it is for you...
Keep up the good work!
Everything was going so well, she knew something was going to go very very wrong, very very soon. And she knew exactly what it would be, as soon as she passed the ticket barrier and realised they had them on internal flights too. The metal detector made a broken, wailing shriek as she stepped through it. Following the security guard's gesture, Sally stepped to one side.
"Can you remove all metal items please, ma'am?"
"No, I'm afraid I cannot."
"Then would you walk this way, please." There was no question in the 'please', nor servitude. She followed the guard away from the queue, away from the plane, into an office. It was a shabby affair, away from the gaze of the queue that she had felt burning into her neck as she meekly followed. There were no low windows. Private.
She was sure they'd accept her story, though...
"It's too big for a piercing, according to the machine, so you'd better show me."
Blushing, Sally bent down and gathered up her skirt, pulling it high, above her waist, wishing she could hide her burning face in it. Watching the guard's expression would have been agony. She could picture the sight perfectly - it was one she had studied herself a thousand times in the mirror. The pale smooth legs that everyone adored. The curve of her hips, her ass. The large polished chrome plate with the rubber edging. The belt. The lock.
So she missed the glint in the guard's eye, the look of surprise be replaced by puzzlement. She asked her: "And what is that? Take it off."
"I can't, it's a, oh god, it's a chastity belt."
"A what! Why can't you? You could be hiding anything under there!"
"It's locked on, I don't have the keys. And I really really couldn't be hiding anything under there. It's too tight."
The guard snorted as she knelt down to get a better look. "You could easily hide something, young lady. As ways to avoid a cavity search go, it's one of the stupidest I've heard. Where are the keys then?"
Sally was starting to worry now, did the guard really think she might have done this to smuggle drugs, would she be forced to miss the plane? If she missed the plane then... no, no that must not happen.
"If, if I wanted to do that I'd hardly wear a metal one would I, it would be bound to set off the alarm, and I .. I don't know who has the keys."
The guard rapped the firm metal shield at the front of the belt with her knuckles, silencing the sobbed protests. She stood abruptly, and stared firmly into the watering blue eyes, "So, it's a chastity belt, you can't get at your vagina and you've lost the keys. Not a good day to try and take a plane, is it?"
Sally hung her head, oh well, here we go...
"They're not lost. My.. my boyfriend gave them to someone to look after for me, and when I, uh, when I asked for them back he just gave me this ticket."
The guard reached out with her gloved leather hand and pulled her chin up so she could look straight into her eyes. Then she turned to the door, and bolted it.
Sally stood motionless - thinking: I've missed the plane, whoever was going to be waiting at the other end can put down the board that says "Sally" & go home. But after she let her wrists be put behind her & cuffed, the guard tucked the front of her skirt up, exposing the belt for all to see. Her mind held its breath...
The guard looked her in the eye, and said in a hissed voice
of supressed rage,
"I can walk you the entire length of the airport to the car-park and then release you to go home. No charges. No flight. Everyone sees you. Or you can try again, and this time tell me the truth. And if you lie to me again it will be the worse for you, you stupid bitch".
Sally's mind reeled. She'd already bumped into her niece working at the coffee shop on the main concourse. This would be the end of her. Her face a vivid red she started again, "My boyfriend.."
"No." It wasn't shouted, but the slap across her face made her jerk sideways, adding volume.
"M.. my master." After saying it she looked up, through her fringe at the guard, who hadn't blinked at the word. She said in a softer voice, "Go on." And Sally looked at her properly for the first time. She was taller by maybe a couple of inches, and heavier, but that was muscle, and not the unsightly inflated look of a bodybuilder but the compact taut wired look of a fighter. She was definitely physically strong, stronger than Sally. Her red hair was pulled back, plaited and then rolled into a bun, but it must be quite long. She dropped her gaze again before continuing, and saw afresh the leather encased legs.
"My master asked me to put on this belt yesterday".
"No." Slapped again, she started to weep, but restarted.
"My master has had me locked in this belt for five months" She sniffled, but was secretly amazed and proud to hear herself say these secret words to a stranger. She sniffed back a tear. No more lies. "And today is my birthday. I was expecting the keys in the post, but instead there was a packing list and this ticket."
Shaking the hair out of her face she looked up, defiant.
But the guard was not smiling. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you could be in?"
Sally remained silent, the memories she was enjoying of her master suddenly wiped by the white light of terror.
"Attempting to board an aircraft in that? I could hand you over to the police, they would take you down town, leave you in a cell overnight, get someone to cut that off you in the morning. And I know who you are, it's a small town. You're the police chief's daughter. You're a school teacher. Do you know what this would do to you?"
Unable to close her mouth, or blink, Sally just stared into the cold green eyes. Some part of her heard the guard say "On your knees", and obeyed, but it wasn't until the guard took off her belt that she regained any sense of what was happening.
Looking up into that hard smile, she has about to ask what was going on when the guard dropped her trousers, and the smell of a long hard day's work in tight leather curled into her. Her hunger overtook her curiosity.
"Oh, that's it, right there. Y'see, Alex bought a ticket that'd coincide with my shift ending. As it's my birthday too." Sally burrowed deeper, stunned to be hearing this, "And when you're done I'm taking you home with me."
And just as she was starting to think it wasn't going to get any worse, "And he didn't give me any keys..."
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