My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part V]

The belt was nothing if not uncomfortable. Once home, Anna had immediately undertaken the task of getting it off by any means necessary. Slipping itself over her hips and down her legs like underwear was impossible. Obviously a metal chastity belt that locked on was not meant to be slipped off. Her hips and thighs were simply too thick compared to her waist, regardless.

She tried to slip the crotch portion to the side, exposing her pussy and allowing proper use of the bathroom, but it was too thick, too tight, too strict. Anna looked at herself in the mirror, her ass bruised and welted from the vicious caning she suffered hours earlier. Her cheeks turned a light red, relieving the verbal scolding all over again.

Once she failed at picking the lock she cried out in exasperation. She was resigned to her fate, the belt was terrifying to look at, embarrassing to wear. It was even worse when she showered, went shopping, sat in class. A loud thud would emanate if Anna sat down too clumsily on a hard surface. She learned quickly that her beaten ass had to be tendered too, as well. Every movement had to be carefully thought out and coddled. The most comfortable outfit to cater to steel and bruises, Anna found, was a sundress and no panties. It didn’t dawn on her until she was at work that when she sat on the stool by her hostess stand, the belt outline could be seen through the fabric. The bruised cheeks of the poor girl didn’t take well to the wooden stool, either. So she took to standing. Anna also came to learn that when walking parties to their table, the lock would rattle off her belt, a subtle but audible click would follow her wherever she went. Every step was a reminder of the punishment for her indiscretions. She blushed every time she passed by any of the various servers, hoping nobody bumped into her. She felt pathetic and humiliated, her pussy objectified as something that could simply be locked away and put out of use.

24 hours into her imprisonment and all she could think about was an orgasm. The poor girl tried to place the vibrator on the steel and hope the reverberations and sensations would make their way to her clit, but after a wasted half hour the only thing she accomplished was teasing herself to a higher level of horniness. She searched the internet for information. Her google history was a plethora of fetish. Anna found forums and message boards and subreddits on female chastity. She couldn’t believe there were women who wore these belts 24/7, but she picked up tips on how to use baby powder for chafing, proper ways to clean, and even shopped around to see what device was preferred for the highest comfortability. The one she wore was $249.99 and had the best reviews. That made her feel special, like a spoiled, pampered submissive. Miss Crosby bought the best, well aware that whoever wore it would be locked away for a lengthy period of time. Anna wondered if anyone else wore one while cleaning, or what other boys and girls she talked to on a daily basis were hiding their chastity belt from the world.

So, it was with great relief when Anna pulled into Miss Crosby’s driveway for her day of cleaning. She was settled into the belt, her body getting more and more used to it day by day. Anna found that at times she would forget it was even locked onto her, but this wasn’t something she would ever request. She dressed, awkwardly fitting the garter belt around the metal. She searched for a key that would free her, but as predicted it wasn’t present. One last glance at her uniform before she moved along, her eyes fixated on her bruises. The beating her asscheeks suffered days earlier had erupted in a plethora of dark purple, black and blue.

She cleaned, but per the note Caroline left welcoming her back, she mentioned she would be free of her bondage while she performed her chores. Anna’s stomach churned, nervousness setting in quickly as the young girl hoped her previous failures weren’t still being factored into her uniform. She liked the shackles, weird as it seemed.

Miss Crosby was absent. Anna didn’t need to check in, and with the rain clouds blotting out the sun, her usual poolside perch was vacant. It started to rain as Anna folded her last bit of laundry. She left no stone unturned, triple checking everything. Miss Crosby didn’t list ‘dust’, but Anna dusted anyways. She also vacuumed on her own volition and did her best to organize the closet a touch more.

When she brought the last load of laundry up the steps and into the bedroom, she noticed a note had been left upon the dresser.

“Hello Annabelle,

I hope you enjoyed your time in chastity. I sure enjoyed the thought of you being locked away these past days. Most girls are begging for release by the second day, but I didn’t hear a peep from you. I wonder how many people noticed your metal piece of clothing. In case *you* were wondering, and as well as you tried to hide your secret, I can assure you people saw. Maybe your coworkers, maybe your class mates, but they saw. Anyways, I’m impressed, and want to reward you.

On the bed is a blindfold and the metal cuffs to your uniform. Place the cuffs around your ankles and your wrists and blindfold yourself.

Lay in the center of the bed, spread your arms and legs to the posts. Remain silent, remain still.

-Miss Caroline Crosby”

Anna read the note again, smiling at the thought of what her reward might be, but blushing at the thought of someone seeing the belt that locked away her pussy for days. An orgasm would be great, but getting this belt off would be well worth it in and of itself.

She hurried herself to the bed. Ankle cuffs clicked shut, wrist cuffs followed. Once the blindfold was in place, Anna laid back on the bed and remembered her discovery from her first day: the eyelets drilled into the bed frame. Her pussy tingled at the thought of being bound to the bed of her buxom blonde captor. Her lips kissing her body, breasts pressed against her own as she explores the body of her young maid.

A soft touch came to Anna’s inner thighs. A jingle of keys, the popping of an open lock, and Anna was free from the metal belt. She wanted to thank Miss Crosby for taking it off, but she was told to remain silent and she would by force.

The rattling of chains filled the room, and in a few minutes Anna was spread wide at all limbs and fixated on the bed. Her bondage was ushered in by the sounds of a bevy of brass padlocks clicking shut and locking her in place. A finger pressed against her lips and a sultry but stern “open” from Miss Crosby commanded Anna to take the gag into her mouth. Much like the buttplug she experienced, this gag also inflated. A few pumps and the rubber ball filled what felt like every crack and crevice in Anna’s mouth. She whimpered as the gag was secured tightly around the back of her head.

Her ass was next to be stuffed. Luckily her cavity wouldn’t be inflated this time around, but the buttplug was still thick and settled into her hole with light lubrication. Wooden clothespins bit hungrily into her flesh. Five per tit, she tried to count as they were applied, with one centered directly onto her nipple. Anna found she enjoyed the clothespins almost immediately, if only to take her mind off the plug stuffing her bruised ass. Like always, Miss Crosby was methodical and systematic with her actions. She didn’t waste a second pondering her actions, no step was wasted fishing for a toy or implement. Caroline was in as fast as she was out. Listening intently, a low hum was heard and then felt right onto Anna’s clit.

“Come for me, sweetheart”.

Anna obliged, a half minute of the bulb against her pussy led to an orgasm. She tried to buck her hips, close her legs, but the girl was spread so wide she had no option but to endure. She cried out, but the gag muffled her a great deal. No ‘Thank You, Miss Crosby’ could be given. Another pump increased the size of Anna’s gag, pushing her tongue down and widening her jaw a great deal.

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