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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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