PAULA - CHAPTER ONE - THE GIFTSubmitted by: D. Ramon
A nervous smile crossed Paula's lips as she looked up at her grinning husband Clark. 'I swear,' she sighed. 'You are getting worse not better.'
'I know,' he said, sitting back on the sofa. 'But isn't that why you fell in love with me. I know it was your willingness to try new things that made me fall in love with you. And we did talk about this, often.' He paused for a moment, taking a sip of wine from his glass. Looking a little more serious, he went on. 'Paula darling, you know I would never make you do anything you did want to do, and if you don't want to go through with this then fine, we'll never mention it again. It's just that it would give me such a thrill thinking about you in the belt while I am away on business. You know that I trust you implicitly. And I know that you would never do anything to breach that trust. It's just, well, you know, exciting to think about you all locked up.'
Paula was silent for a moment, her eye cast down as she gazed upon the shiny stainless steel belt laying before her. 'I didn't say that I wouldn't try it,' she began slowly. 'It's just like, how should I say it, permanent looking.'
She lifted the chastity belt up from it's bed of packing material where it had lay since Clark had removed it from the delivery box. Ever so carefully, almost as if she expected it to bite her at any moment, she turned it over in her hands.
It was different from the ones Clark and she had looked at on the web. Those belts had straight waist belts. The one in her hands, her chastity belt, she reminded herself, had a curved waist belt; designed to fit snugly over her hips while allowing maximum movement and least constriction. The belt itself was of highly polished stainless steel that flashed and glittered as the light reflected off it's mirror finish. In contrast, lining the insides and covering all the edges of the belt, there was a dull black rubber. At the rear of the belt, in the very centre, there was a polished steel, heavy-gauged wire that connected to the front shield. Also at the rear, and spaced to each side of the wire, there were two rubber-covered, flat-section chains. Again these were connected from the belt to the shield and, once the belt was on, would run diagonally down across her buttocks.
Paula examined the front shield. At the bottom it was tapered so as to fit comfortably between her legs. From there it widened out slightly, so as to totally cover her sex and mound, before again narrowing where it fitted in to the locking mechanism. Just like the belt the front shield was lined and edged with the same black rubber, only that on the inside of the shield the rubber was thicker and felt soft to the touch.
Paula glanced over at Clark who answered her question before she gave it words. 'It's a type of silica rubber,' he said softly. 'It's designed to mould itself exactly to your shape, every detail of your shape in fact. Then, after about twenty four hours of wear or so, your own body heat will cure the rubber so that it will permanently hold that shape.'
'There's that word again,' Paula said. 'Permanent.'
'Darling,' Clark said coming over and sitting on the arm of the lounge chair Paula was in. he placed his arm around her and kissed her hair gently. 'I love you. And I love making love to you; so much so that there is no way I am going to deny either you or I that pleasure.'
Paula's body sank against his as he went on. 'Besides, the lock on the belt is just like any other lock. It can be opened just as easily as it can be closed.'
She lifted the front shield that was, at that point, only attached to the waist belt by the two chains and centre wire. At the very top of the shield was a set of holes, five in all. The four smaller holes lined up with the four pins that would align all the parts of belt about her body. The fifth hole was larger and was the place where the small barrel lock fixed in, locking everything together. The lock itself was an odd little thing, or at least so Paula thought. It was like a small cylinder, or thick disk, looking at it another way, and used a round key; not unlike the keys used to open vending machines.
Paula examined as she thought things over. Never, not even in her wildest dreams, did she think that she would be one day sitting contemplating wearing a full security chastity belt. Then again she never thought that she would have done half the thing she had done with Clark it the three years she had been married to him, or the two years she had gone out with him before that.
When they had first met, Paula had been a little timid about sex. Clark had changed that for her. Before she had met him she had thought that stockings were something that only a slut would wear. It wasn't that Paula was a prude, but she had had a very sheltered up bringing: very sheltered indeed. She sometimes wondered what the nuns would say if they knew that she only wore stockings and garter belts these days. And they would surely have had an apoplectic seizure if they knew about her wearing leather, rubber, or PVC clothing cut to the most daring fashion possible. Paula smiled to herself as she tried to imagine what their reaction would be if they knew about the time she often spent bound and gagged at Clark's caring hands.
There was one similarity between the nuns and Clark, and that was that they both enjoyed spanking her. At least she had always thought that the nuns enjoyed it, they did it often enough; or perhaps it was because she misbehaved so often. Clark on the other hand had only spanked her after she had asked him. She never knew why she should have wanted him to do that. But, he had asked her about her fantasies, and it was about the only thing she could think of at the time. It seemed silly to her later on but, as their time together went on, then so spanking became a bigger part of their relationship. And, while the nuns had made bend over for punishment, Clark always had her lay over his lap where he not only spanked her, but gently rubbed her buttocks and between her thighs until both her bottom and sex were enflamed and she had the most exquisite orgasm.
That was the way Clark did everything; slowly, tenderly, never rushed, just lovingly and totally respectful of her limits to endure. That was how he had got her into leather, rubber, finally bondage. He took only small steps, and she cautiously took them with him. Then, little by little, tiny increment after tiny increment, until she was willing to submit totally. With that in mind, knowing that Clark would agree even before she suggested it, Paula said. 'All right darling. I'll try it but only if you let me keep the keys to begin with. I want to be able to take the belt off if it begins to rub or chafe my skin.'
'That's fair.' Clark agreed.
'And if I don't like it,' Paula was hesitant to carry on but she had to speak the words. 'I mean if I really find the belt too much...'
'Then we will get rid of it and never bring the subject up again,' Clark finished for her.
Paula lifted her face to his and kissed him deeply. 'I love you more than you can ever know darling.' She knew how much something like this meant to Clark, he would never had suggested it unless he hadn't really wanted her to do it. And yet, as always, he was willing to respect her limits and throw the chastity belt away if she found she could not wear it: for whatever reason.
Suddenly feeling a tiny bit embarrassed Paula said to Clark. 'Would you mind awfully if I try it on the first time alone.' Just as suddenly she then felt so guilty about asking such a thing. After all, how many times had Clark seen her naked. 'I'm sorry darling. I shouldn't have asked that. I know you would have wanted to put the belt on me the first time.'
Clark smiled reassuringly at her. 'It is fine lover,' he said softly. 'There will be plenty of time to see you in your new belt. I can wait until you're comfortable with it.'
That was why Paula loved him so much, and was willing to do anything for him, he would always wait until she felt comfortable with the things he suggested. He never pressured her, just loved her.
'No,' she said firmly. 'I've changed my mind. I want you to put the belt on me.'
'A woman's prerogative ?' he smiled.
'A chaste woman's prerogative,' replied. Standing quickly, the open belt in her left hand, she turned and extended her right hand to Clark. 'Shall we darling.'
'Yes let's,' he smiled. With that he picked up the box in which the chastity belt had been delivered and set to follow Paula towards the bedroom.
'Why do we need that?' Paula asked staring at the, what she thought was the empty box.
'Best we keep all the parts together,' Clark replied.
'What other parts?'
Sheepishly Clark looked down at the box. 'Secondary shield, thigh cuffs, collar and wrist cuffs,' he said.
Paula grinned and shook her head. 'Like I said. "You get worse not better." Come on then, lets do this.'
Page last updated 02-Nov-25 by: Altairboy@aol.com