CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!Submitted by: Chastity Novice
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
Roberta's heels echoed as she walked briskly to the reception desk of Chicago's elegant Palmer Hotel, her wheeled suitcase trailing behind her. Though it was still rather early in the day, there were a number of other guests in the lobby, and Roberta noted with satisfaction that she turned many heads the males looking at her mature but trim figure and excellent grooming with desire, and the women with envy and catty disgust. She knew that her well-tailored skirted business suit, silk blouse, and elegant pumps presented her as she was a successful business executive.
Roberta briefly negotiated with the desk clerk. He raised an eye when she, an obviously lone traveler, requested two key cards, but Roberta ignored him. Then she took the elevator to her room.
Once inside, Roberta began to unpack. A fresh blouse was hung in the closet and clean lingerie were carefully folded in the bureau drawer. What followed was more remarkable. From the suitcase came a variety of leather straps and heavy metal items, followed by an obviously heavily-boned corset and thigh boots with stiletto heels. These were just as carefully arranged on the bed. The Roberta went down to the coffee shop.
Roberta finished her muffin and grapefruit half and then lingered over her tea. Obviously she was in deep thought as she stared at one of the room key cards. Then, with a look of decision on her carefully made-up face, she sealed it in an envelope, on which she wrote "Arriving guest Larry Long. Hold until called for." Quickly signing her bill, she made her way to the front desk and left the envelope with the clerk.
Back in her room, Roberta quickly undressed, neatly hanging the clothes in the closet. She showered and sat in front of the mirror, clad only in a lacy see-through combing coat, to repair her hair and makeup. Then she returned to the main room.
Roberta carefully paced the high-backed desk chair where it faced the room door. Taking some of the leather straps from the bed, she placed them in various positions of readiness. Then she removed the combing coat and began to dress.
Her first selection was the heavy pink satin corset. Wrapping it around her, she hooked the steel busk and then settled her ample breasts into the demi-cups. Next, she reached behind her back and with a practiced hand began to pull the laces tight, stopping from time to time to inspect herself in the mirror. When she saw that the back opening, originally more than four inches, had been fully closed, she tied off the laces and sat down on the bed.
Gasping for breath against the corset's steel-tight embrace, Roberta bent down and rolled seamed black stockings up her shapely legs, gartering them to the corset. The thigh-high patent leather boots were next, encasing her legs in tight but stunning bondage. From the now-smaller pile on the bed, Roberta selected a leather collar, which she buckled tightly around her neck.
Next, Roberta lifted a piece of steel apparatus a solid, inescapable chastity belt. She smiled a cat-like smile as she contemplated the two acrylic plugs attached to the crotch piece one for each of her most sensitive holes. Standing up on teetering 6-inch heels, she put the waist sections around her and joined them at the front with the steel post. Then, with the smile once again on her lips, she maneuvered the two plugs into place and lifted the front of the crotch piece. With a quick movement she pulled it tight and fitted it over the steel locking post, thrusting the two plugs firmly home. A small padlock quickly closed the belt completely. Roberta smiled and ground her hips for a moment against the intruding plugs. Her fingers strayed to the region of her clit, but she could touch nothing as it was totally encased in steel.
Now Roberta moved quickly with obvious resolve. Seating herself on the chair facing the door, she bound her ankles to the feet of the chair with two leather straps, forcing her legs wide apart in a way that knew must show the chastity belt covering her neatly trimmed pussy. Another strap was put in place from the collar to the top of the chair's high back. Next Roberta carefully inserted a large ball gag into her mouth and buckled it tight, followed by a blindfold that buckled over her eyes.
Working now by feel, Roberta reached for a pair of steel handcuffs she had carefully positioned within reach on the bed. Thrusting her wrists through the rungs of the chair back, she maneuvered the handcuffs around her wrists in such a way as to hold her arms fast to the chair. Roberta hesitated a moment. Then,
She locked the handcuffs on her wrists. And in that moment she was transformed.
No longer was she Roberta Boyd, wealthy, successful and powerful business woman. Now she was just the degraded, chained slut slave bitch roberta, chastised, displayed and helplessly locked with no means of escape.
The slut slave bitch shuddered and momentary panic engulfed her. She yanked at the cuffs and strained against the straps but escape was impossible, as she had planned. She cried out in terror but the ball gag ensured that her muffled screams carried only a few feet. She was helplessly trapped.
After several minutes of struggle, the slut slumped limply, realizing the futility of her attempts to escape. And that realization began to powerfully arouse her. As waves of sexual excitement began to well up in her, she began to grind and move against the tight chastity belt and its rudely intruding plugs. Harder and harder she worked, trying vainly for an orgasm.. But it was in vain she succeeded only in making herself even more horny without any sign that her poor throbbing clit would reach the desired relief.
Now panic returned. What if he didn't come? The maids would find her tomorrow. But the disgrace! There would be talk, police, exposure. Her career would be ruined by the publicity.
And what if he did come? He had seemed so nice on the Internet! But what if he was really a horrible pervert. Robbery, mutilation, death every horrible possibility flashed before her eyes.
But gradually another image asserted itself of a man who seemed both loving and cruel in a way she found so fascinating a man with whom she had long planned this fantastic encounter.
Exhausted, the chastized, cuffed slut slave bitch fell asleep. When she awoke, she had no idea of the time. Under the edge of the blindfold, she could see that the sunlight in the room had moved. She waited, helpless.
Time passed hours, probably. What if he didn't come? What if he did come? The terror was welling up again, warring with her terrible unquenched horniness. When would she at least know her fate death, dishonor, love, sex, pain, terror anything, as long as the waiting was over!
She heard a sound outside the door, as if someone was fumbling with the key card in the lock. And then, a sudden
She heard the door open. "Roberta," said a kindly voice, "You look fantastic." Through her tear-streaked make-up, she smiled the cat-like smile.
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