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BOOK 1
Chapter 2
It had begun with Tracy
showing up on the agency on a Friday night.�
She was surprised by her costume.�
It consisted of a white T-shirt, blue nylon wind pants, and a pair of
tennis shoes.� It was what she had worn
in off the street. ��We need to get you
in character� the costume lady had told her as she produced a pair of handcuffs
and leg irons from a cabinet.� Traci
tried not to look surprised as she held out her wrists to be captured.� �Turn around� the woman instructed, �and but
your arms behind you�.� Traci hesitantly
complied and the woman double locked the handcuffs behind her.� �They only put them on me in front of me
during the job interviews!� Traci whined.�
The woman looked up at her skeptically as she was securing her ankles
and asked �You signed on for a bondage job and never thought your hands would
be locked behind you?�� �No, you�re
right.� You just surprised me� Traci
agreed.� The woman reached in the cabinet
and took out a leather blindfold that looked like it was lined with
fleece.� The blindfolds in the past had
been flimsy nylon ones like they give you to sleep on airplanes.� The woman walked over and buckled it securely
over her eyes.� She had never been blindfolded
before until she was seated in the transport van in the company�s parking lot
beneath the building.� The woman cut her
off before she could speak by saying �This will get you feeling a little more
submissive.� I bet that you�re thinking
that you could probably reach around slide that off, even with your hands
cuffed.�� �I think that I could� Traci
replied.�
���� The woman was in
the cabinet again.� After a few moments
she buckled a thick leather belt snugly around Traci�s waist.� The buckle was in front where she couldn�t
reach it.� It was about two inches wide
and had a metal belt attached to the back.�
The woman padlocked the handcuff chain to the ring.� She shook Traci�s restrained right hand.� �By the way, my name is Sharon�� �Pleased to meet you, I guess�� She replied.�
�The keys to your restraints are on this chain�� Sharon
explained, as she put it around Traci�s neck.�
She then pulled out the front of her shirt by the collar, and dropped
the dangling keys down between her breasts.�
�I�m so stupid!� Sharon
exclaimed.� �This is a code 3
situation.� You need a belt�.� �You just put one on me� Traci stated.� �Not a regular belt, a chastity belt.� This is a situation in which you will probably
be restrained and thus not able to protect your virtue.� Company policy calls for you to wear a
chastity belt.� Sharon
explained.� �This assignment is for four
days.� How will I go to the
bathroom?�� she asked.� Traci heard something rustling.� �You are the one who can unlock it� �She assured her.� �That kind of defeats the purpose� Traci told
her.� �If I�m somehow restrained, what
would keep the client from taking the keys from me and unlocking it
himself?� I don�t want to wear it.�� �You don�t have a choice, and you don�t
understand.�� Sharon
said forcefully.� Traci remembered that
one of the many company contracts she had signed had mentioned something about
chastity belts.� She hadn�t taken it
seriously.
���� Sharon
grabbed the sides of her sweatpants and pulled them down to her ankles.� �Can I see it before you put it on me?� Traci
asked.� �Please� she added meekly.� �If you must� Sharon
replied, sounding a little bit irritated.�
She took off the blindfold and held the chastity belt in front of
Traci�s eyes.� It looked like a leather
jockstrap with a keypad on the front.�
�You will wear this for the duration of your assignment, or you won�t
get paid.� Sharon told her.� �It has a built in timing device that will
tell how long you�ve had it on.� If
you�re thinking you can just take it off and re-lock it, think again.� It senses body heat and will be able to tell
if it�s locked on you, or just locked.�
Isn�t technology great/� she said with a smirk.� �Yeah, just great.� I�ll have to be able to shower and use the
bathroom, and things like that� Traci argued.�
�Of course, that�s all taken into account.� I�m not permitted to tell you how long you
can have it off for each day, but you will sleep with it on, and I would
suggest that you dry down there first before you finish drying off and getting
dressed.� A lot of our clients encourage
our employees to drink heavily, and you know that this is permitted. We realize
this� leads to a lot of bathroom
breaks.� Follow the rules and you�ll be
just fine�.
���� She punched a
four digit code into the keypad and the belt separated on one side of the waist
and at the crotch piece in front.� �Your
waist is twenty-six inches, correct?� she asked.� Tracy
nodded.� �I�m going to cut off your
underwear.� We�re running behind and I
don�t want to have to redo your feet.� �No!� Traci exclaimed.� You�re getting paid a whole lot of money for
this job.� You can buy a lot of new
underwear with it, sweetie�.� Sharon
sounded even more irritated than earlier.�
�You misunderstood me� stammered Traci.�
�I meant no that I wouldn�t want to be�.I mean that�..O, just cut them
off�.� Two snips later and they were
gone.� �Nice color� Sharon
quipped.� �I didn�t think that the
curtains were going to match the drapes�.�
Traci didn�t know how to respond, so she just stood there and blushed.� Traci�s hair color and complexion made her
the perfect blond, but her pubic hair betrayed her.�
���� The belt was a
snug fit as Sharon locked it around
her waist, but it wasn�t a bad fit.� She
pulled the crotch strap up with a quick yank, and Traci could feel the rear of
it separating her ass checks �Hey, That�s a little bit too tight!� Traci
complained.� �I think that it�s just
fine� Sharon observed as she locked
it in place.� �Your code is 6128.� Don�t forget it and don�t forget what I told
you� she lectured as she pulled her pants back up.� Traci reached down as far as she could with
her bound hands and tried to adjust the crotch strap a little, but it was held
firmly in place.� �The thong from hell� she thought, as Sharon
told her the combination.� She decided
that she could deal with it.� The next
item out of the bondage cabinet was a thick black leather collar.� It looked like it was strong enough to put on
a pit bull.� Sharon
buckled the collar around Traci�s neck by moving her hair to one side, and
locking the buckle with a small padlock.�
A shiny steel ring bobbed from the front of it.� �the key goes on the chain around my neck�
Traci stated.� �You catch on quick� Sharon
replied as she clipped a matching leather leash to the ring on the front of the
collar.� �Arf arf� Traci joked.� �That�s the spirit!� Sharon
encouraged, as she replaced Traci�s blindfold.�
�That should do it for now. I�ll put your gag in downstairs.�� �O c�mon.�
I have to ride there gagged too?�
Let me guess, is that to protect the virtue of my mouth from oral sex?
Another company policy?�� Traci was
getting irritated herself now.� She had
guessed that she would be gagged at sometime during the weekend, but she saw no
reason for it to start any earlier than necessary.� �No� replied Sharon.� �It�s because that is what the client
requested and so you don�t make stupid comments like that.� I�ve changed my mind.� Open up now.��
Traci felt a rubber ball being pushed against her lips.� She knew she had no choice, so she opened up
to accept it.� Sharon
pushed the ball into her mouth firmly with her thumb until it settled behind
Traci�s teeth.� She tightened the straps
and buckled it tightly at the nape of her neck.�
Another click of a padlock and it wasn�t coming off without the key.� Sharon
pulled Traci�s hair out from under the gag strap and arranged it around her face.� �You look perfect�.� �Thanks� Traci mumbled around the ballgag.
���� Sharon
took her leash and led her slowly towards the elevator.� Walking in the leg shackles was no big deal
for Traci.� She had practices during the
agency�s fetish tests during her interview.�
With the blindfold on, it was a whole different ballgame.� She realized that little sounds were escaping
from behind the gag with every step that she took.� Sharon
was surprisingly patient and gentle, and ten minutes later she was being seated
in the transport van.
���� The driver�s
voice was familiar, and she knew that he had taken her to jobs before.� �Sharon
told me that you weren�t supposed to be gagged until a half hour before we got
there� he told her.� �Too bad for you,
it�s a three hour ride�.� �Me and my big mouth�.� Traci thought glumly as she pulled at her
chained hands and tried to get comfortable.
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