When Jennifer awoke to the sound of knocking, there were two feelings that fought within her. First, the lingering memories of the last night were still trickling through her. But also, her stomach grumbled and complained.

I haven't eaten in a day! she thought to herself. Slowly, she rolled out of bed and walked to the door.

Richard was standing there, again with a box in his hands. "Come in," she said, with a smile.

His face was nearly expressionless. "It is a new day," he said as he walked in.

"It is, isn't it?" she said. Deep down, she was proud of the fact that she had broken through his mask and found the sexual animal underneath. Oh, and what a beast it was! She felt like she had won a major victory.

She ignored her grumbling stomach and stepped up beside him. She looked up at him, with yearning eyes and lips quivering and aching for a kiss.

"I'm sure that you're hungry," he said. "You should really get cleaned up and dressed so that you can make yourself breakfast."

She was a bit disappointed in his cool demeanor. But he had a point about breakfast. She went to her bathroom and relieved herself. She was still fragrant from the last night, so she took a quick shower and combed her hair quickly before coming out.

Richard was still waiting for her, patiently. She was half hoping that he would ask her to go about her chores in the nude today. Wouldn't that be fun! she thought. Another part of her guessed that if he brought in another box today, he was probably bringing in something for her to wear. Too bad.

He had laid out her black vinyl maid's outfit yet again. She actually wished that he would give her a different outfit, or at least change it.

He was silent and expressionless even when she strutted about in front of him nude. With a bit of disappointment on her face, she put on the fishnet stockings, then let him lock the stiletto heels on her feet.

The corset took five minutes of pulling on his part, then he was done. As she fastened the stockings to the garters attached to the corset, he pulled out a piece of shiny leather with bits of glittering steel in it.

"What is that?" she asked. It looked something like an industrial strength bikini bottom or G-string in her opinion. It was made out of thick shiny leather, and it had what looked like locks in at least two places that she could see.

Richard took out a key from his pocket and unlocked it. This opened up the belt as well as the cross piece that would cover her crotch. "I'll explain in a moment," he said as he fastened it around the narrowest part of her corsetted waist, placing the lock in front. The other strap of the belt dangled down behind her

The belt was snug around her waist when he locked it together. He reached up between her legs and she spread them, hoping that he would feel her up down there. But she was disappointed when he grabbed ahold of the strap that pulled it between her legs and up.

"Aaah!" she exclaimed as he took the metal end of the strap and pushed it into the same lock in front. The strap pulled up tightly all the way between her butt cheeks and pussy. It was distinctly wider in the front than in the back, and completely covered her vagina. There was a small and metallic part of it resting against her body between her pussy and her anus. A 'click' sound could be heard as it locked into place. "That's tight!" she exclaimed.

She felt the thing around her with her hands and looked at it with the mirror. A dim recollection started to churn within her, and this was confirmed by Richard. "This... is a chastity belt."

Chastity belt? Wasn't that... supposed to *prevent* sex? She thought back to last night, and the intense, mind-blowing sex that they had together.

She was flustered and a little insulted by this. What kind of a man is he? But before she could think of something to say, he was gesturing for her to put on her vinyl maid's outfit. She slid it on and let him zip it up and lock it into place.

"Get down to the kitchen and get breakfast started for us, would you?" he asked.

She looked at him imploringly. "But... but what if I have to go to the bathroom?" she asked lamely.

"For now, you have to hold it," he said. "But that will be remedied shortly."

Flustered and confused, she walked to the kitchen. Balancing in these shoes was getting a little easier, but it still required concentration. Jennifer still stayed close to the walls, just in case.

She was still very hungry, and in no mood be patient with her food. She poured herself a bowl of cereal, added milk, and sat down to eat. When that was done she poured herself a second. But she could barely get a spoonful of the second bowl down. It must be the corset pushing on my stomach, she decided.

"Come back to your room, please!" bellowed Richard's voice through the house.

Jennifer slowly walked back to her room. The euphoria from the last night of sex was dispelled. What did I do wrong? she wondered. I thought that all guys wanted sex, the more the better!

She entered her room, and saw a shadow from the bathroom. Slowly, she walked into it.

Richard pointed towards the cabinet beside the toilet. Jennifer noticed a change. Next to the roll of toilet paper there was now a long metal chain attached to the cabinet. At the end of it was a small forked piece of metal.

"This is the answer to your question," he said. He picked up the forked piece of metal and put it in her hands. "At the bottom of your belt, you probably feel a small metal lock. There should be a slot in it for this."

Jennifer took the piece and fumbled with it between her legs. After a little while, she managed to find the slot and push the metal fork into it.

There was a 'click', and the pressure around her crotch was suddenly released. She felt that the strap between her legs was now divided... and the front one was now attached to the chain via the metal fork and the lock.

"You can do your business here whenever you want to," he said, "but the only way to disconnect yourself from the cabinet is to reconnect the two parts of your belt. Then it pops out automatically."

She pulled the two parts together underneath her, and managed to join them together. The fork popped back out of the lock, leaving her free to leave, but with chastity belt intact. She thought that she saw a look of pride on his face.

You even thought of this, she thought glumly.

The Sunday went by very slowly for Jennifer. She did not continue her games of peek-a-boo with Richard. What was the point? I have a night of sex with him, and he locks me in a chastity belt. He can't even see my pussy now for god's sake!

Finally, the day was over with and he dismissed her. She found an immediate problem. After she took off the maid's outfit, she found that the chastity belt prevented her from removing her corset. She tried all of the keys on the keyring in her room, but none of them opened up her belt. With a sigh, she locked the maid's outfit back on and went to find Richard.

He was in his den, on the phone of course. She waited patiently at the doorway for him to finish. "Yes, Jennifer?" he said.

"Sir?" she started formally. "How can I take my corset off with this belt locked on?" she asked.

"The answer is that you don't," he said flatly.

"But...how will I get to sleep?" she asked.

"How did you fall asleep in your apartment, with the corset on?" he asked.

She had no answer for that. She left with a downturned gaze and slowly went back to her room.

By kneeling down, she managed to unlock her shoes. With her chastity belt and corset still on, she laid down on the bed and tried to get to sleep.

The next three days went by at a snails pace. Richard let her out of her chastity belt and corset twice in order to bathe, but the rest of the time she was constantly wearing them.

She could not get saturday night out of her mind. Even now, when she thought back to it, a smile crept onto her face and she sometimes started to feel herself getting wet.

Until that wetness reminded her of the chastity belt.

You don't miss something until it is taken away, she decided. For most of the time that she had been living alone in her apartment, she had been free to seek out sex. It was never a great priority to her then.

But, wearing the chastity belt nearly 24 hours a day was a constant reminder that she couldn't have sex.

Being told that she couldn't have sex made her want sex even more.

Richard, too, also served as a reminder. He reminded her of that saturday night, and the intensity with which he had made love to her. Raped her? Somehow, she couldn't think of it as rape. It was something in between the two, and it made her hot remembering it.

Finally, Wednesday night, after supper was done, she could stand it no more. After she finished the dishes, she marched down to his den in her heels and black vinyl maid's outfit, with her skirt flouncing with each step.

"Richard," she said bluntly.

He was busy scribbling down figures and punching numbers into a calculator. "Yes, Jennifer?" he responded.

"Why did you put this chastity belt on me?"

"Because I wanted to curb any inappropriate behavior between us," he said, without looking up.

"Inappropriate? What is that supposed to mean? You certainly seemed to enjoy it. And if I objected, wouldn't you think that I would have left?" she said.

Richard put down his pencil and looked at her. "Miss Brooks, we met for the first time less than a week ago. And besides, I am the employer and you are the employee. That is what I mean by inappropriate."

"Then why were you so eager to continue once I started it?!" she asked. "I seem to remember that the first move was mine, but the next eight or nine were yours!"

"I don't wish to discuss that," he said flatly.

"Damn it! Don't you get it? I get hot just when I look at you and remember what happened on saturday. And then there is this damn belt reminding me every day that I can't have that! I don't care if I work for you or not. Damnit, I'm horny!" she said. And indeed, she knew that at right that minute, she was starting to get damp again. And the stress of yelling at him was making itself felt as she panted against the corset again.

"I'm sorry. Saturday was a mistake on my part." he said.

Jennifer walked over to the desk. By now, she was moving much more easily in the heels than when she had first worn them. She took one hand and felt his crotch. She found a moderately hard cock beneath his trousers. "Maybe I should play with this again and see what happens?"

He slowly but firmly took ahold of her hand and pulled it away. "That would not be a good idea right now. But perhaps I can find a way to... alleviate your condition, so to speak."

"Please," she said, with her eyes begging.

"We'll take this up again tomorrow," he promised.

Again, morning arrived with a knock on her door. Thusrday, she thought as she returned to consciousness.

This was the fourth night in a row that she had been forced to sleep in the corset and chastity belt. Last night, after talking to Richard, she had gone into the bathroom and unlocked the belt with the metal fork. After finishing her business there, she couldn't help but think about him and last saturday night. She masturbated twice last night before she finally locked the belt in place and went back to bed.

She opened the door, and saw Richard there. He was again already dressed. A smile formed on his face as he saw a familiar key ring in his hands and a paper wrapped package under his arm.

I bet he's going to unlock the belt, she thought eagerly. Just the thought started to get her hot.

Doubt gripped her as he first directed her to put on the fishnets and locked on the spiked heels. But then he bent down and unlocked the front lock on her chastity belt, releasing her from the device.

The smile returned to his face. As one of Richard's hands was unwrapping the package he had brought in, the other was gently running its fingers through her pubic hair. She moaned and shivered as his middle finger started to move deeper.

She barely noticed as he finished unwrapping the package. It looked like the other chastity belt... almost. "Huh?" she said as he locked the new belt around her waist, leaving the cross piece dangling behind.

"Lie down on the bed with your legs spread, would you?" he said. Eagerly, she obeyed. He pulled the crosstrap down between her legs and continued to massage her pussy.

As her juices flowed, he used his free hand to pull the strap tightly up between her butt cheeks. There was a small metal piece between her anus and pussy, as before.

He stopped playing with her and pulled the strap up. Jennifer looked down, and saw that this belt had something on the inside. It looked like there was a short, thick dildo build into the inside of it. Just above that, there was a rectangle of built up material that was covered with small, soft rubber nubs.

Jennifer was about to object, but then he guided the dildo into her with one hand while pulling the strap up with the other. She let out a moan as it slid up into her. She felt the phallus lodged against her, and the nubs above the dildo were pressed up tightly within her, reaching for but not quite touching her clit.

With a familiar 'snap', the new belt was in place. She moaned and ground her hips for a long time. She put her hands down at her crotch and tried to reach her clitoris. The belt was too tight against her body for her to do that. She tried to move the phallus and nibs around inside of her, but the belt was too tight for her to do that effectively.

She looked up at him, with a wild, frustrated look. He said nothing, and only held up the vinyl maid's outfit. She rolled out of bed and let him lock her into it.

"Why did you do *this*? she asked.

Richard walked out of the room. "You said that you were horny. I said that I would do *something* about it. I did not say what."

Flustered, she followed him out. Each step made the plallus and nubs in the belt shift around ever so slightly. By the time she reached the kitchen, she was panting in frustration.

Oh, you bastard! she thought as he sat down, waiting for her to prepare breakfast.