Jennifer traced the outline of the deep blue bruise on her tummy while

she waited for Samantha to come back from the washroom. The morning's

developments had turned Sam on and Jennifer knew better than to refuse

her Mistress when she was in such a mood.

She like Sam's bed. The black satin sheets smelled of her perfume and it

made her feel very sexy. Sam wasn't always willing to bring her here for

their lovemaking, she like having a few `accessories' handy and insisted

that Jennifer keep them in her room. But there had been no spankings or

whipping this time, just wonderful fulfilment.

Sam came back nude. She had a fine body that many a man had hungered for

but few had penetrated. Sam was bisexual but always dominant and a lot

of her males hadn't liked the flavour at all. One look at the expression

on Sam's face told her that she wasn't going to be spared the next

little ritual, the one she hated the most and therefore Sam insisted on

the most.

Her mistress casually picked up the little pile of chains attached to

the oval metal plate as if it were a discarded pair of panties. "Does

the bruise hurt much?" she asked tenderly, deliberately ignoring what

she held in her hand.

Jennifer hated the tactic. She liked to draw things out, to make the

whole issue that much more distasteful. "Uh, yeah." She stared at the

coiled chastity belt in Sam's hand. "I guess it won't earn me a reprieve

from the iron maiden though, will it?"

Sam smiled with amusement, "No, sweetie, it won't." She walked to the

side of the bed and traced a long red fingernail over Jennifer's shaven

pubis. "Quite frankly I don't know why you keep asking about it. I've

never let you go without it yet." She let her finger get busier,

burrowing between the soft lips. It excited her to think of Jennifer

being turned on whenever she locked her up.

The nurse moaned and parted her legs a little. Maybe she could coax

another session that would cool Sam's love for the damn thing. "You know

I would be good. I wouldn't go off and sneak orgasms somewhere without

you." She was deliberately being patronizing but she figured she had

little to lose.

Sam waited until she had elicited another moan from her charge before

she replied. "I trust you but wearing it keeps you frustrated and makes

you come up with the most wonderful ideas for our two little toys

upstairs. I think you should assume the position now."

Jennifer wished Sam would come up with another phrase for asking her to

go to the wall and lean against it spread-eagle, waiting for her

Mistress to apply the chastity belt. The words grated on her and she was

about to say something and then thought the better of it. Sam could

always make it a little tighter, just for the hell of it. So without a

word she went to the wall and waited for the first touch of the cold,

hard metal between her legs and the unforgiving chains that would bind

it to her body until Sam decided otherwise.

Sam had designed the belt herself and expertly snugged it up before

locking it. It featured an oval metal plate that covered the entire

vulva and prevented anything from getting access to the tender little

nerve endings that would bring pleasure. A small slit down the center

allowed urine to drain and the rear chains parted before the anus and

therefore didn't interfere with its function. The belt could be left in

place for quite some time and she loved reading the letters from her

customers who competed with each other to report the longest continual

confinement in a chastity belt. There were some pretty unhappy women out

there, thanks to Sam.

"There you are, nice and tight. Are we comfy?" She loved to tease

Jennifer about the belt and doubted she would ever allow the girl to be

without it. It was just too much fun to keep her locked up and Sam knew

she would never have a lover who was too tired or too spent to see to

her needs.

Jennifer didn't answer. Careful not to look too sullen she went back to

the bed and started to dress by putting on her garter belt.

The two women went to Sam's office and turned on the monitor. David was

still wandering the nursery although he often stopped and stared at

Susan for a while. Sam turned to the nurse, "Will Susan need another

session of this?"

"No. I set the maximum to a size where she'll never be able to control

herself again; not without surgery."

Sam smiled. It served the little bitch right for refusing her more

ambitious desires. "What about David?"

"He's euphoric because of the drugs and the post-hypnotic suggestion

tape. His trigger for soiling himself is `sale'. I'd love to take him to

a shopping mall and see what happens."

"Out of the question. We've too much to do here. But we'll have some fun

just before we release him. What do you want to do to them tomorrow?"

They planned out the next few days of testing for their captives. If the

bound and diapered couple in the room above them could of guessed their

fates, not even drugs could have buoyed their spirits.