Chapter 1

 

"Please don't do this ...."

For a second or two I wished I had gone to the trouble of fetching the gag but then I found that her obvious distress was having a pleasing effect in the region of my groin. I adjusted the bolster at the small of her back so that her buttocks were raised up from the bench and then slid the back plate underneath. She began to struggle but all four limbs were firmly fastened and her range of movement was severely limited. I let her tire herself whilst I set the plate just so. It seemed almost a shame to use it for its designed purpose. The ridiculously expensive titanium alloy, cast from a mould taken from her own buttocks, glinted under the spotlights and would have looked good on any wall.

I removed the bolster and she tried to arch her body clear but it was only a matter of time. She groaned with effort but, slowly, a mist of condensation formed on the cool metal as her body finally let her down and she sank slowly into the bowl.

"For God's sake. I'll do anything you want ... but don't do this!"

She strained her neck muscles to try and make eye contact with me but I was totally impervious. I took hold of the hinged front plate and slowly began to close it.

The belt was manufactured in England but it was a fairly open secret that the metal casting was actually carried out at the Festa Scuola della Scultura in Turin whilst the sprung latches and the lock itself were produced by Fitches of Edinburgh. I have actually visited the Fitches works where they have set up a small heritage museum which includes some chastity belts dating from the middle ages.

The front and back plates came together with a satisfying click.

"NOOOO!"

She began to jerk her body as violently as the restraints would allow and there were tears of frustration in her eyes but I simply bided my time. The belt girded her hips and then tapered around her waist where the latch springs would accommodate an increase in girth of just four centimetres. It was going to be in her own interests to ensure that her weight remained constant.

She finally quietened down and lay still with her breath coming in a series of heavy sobs.

"You bastard ..."

I ignored the insult.

"I'm going to release you now. I suggest you try using the toilet and then you'll find that I've added a shower attachment to the bidet. You can spray clean water through all of the openings as necessary."

I unfastened just her right hand, leaving her to complete her own release, but as soon as her hand was free she began to frantically probe the metal encasement only to find that there were no obvious catches and nothing that resembled a lock. As I left the room, securing the door behind me, I heard her issue an unearthly wail. She was not to know that the lock was actually on the inside of the belt and could only be opened with the special key, resembling a flattened fork, which now hung around my neck.

My revenge for the ridicule that she had heaped upon me was nearly complete.

 

***

 

My story began six months earlier near Interlaken in the Swiss Alps. My ambition was to have my photographs exhibited and, hopefully, to make a few sales. The Alps lend themselves to fantastic photographs but the problems of perspective and the vagaries of the light make them notoriously difficult to capture in their true glory. I had blown the last of my money on two new camera bodies and a Zeiss lens and so the only way to fund the trip was to make it a working holiday. So it was that I signed up as a chalet boy.

The term "boy" is a misnomer. Most of the young people signed up for the season were in their early to mid-twenties and I was no exception. On arrival I was allocated a room at the Leinitz complex and given a run down of my duties. The complex had ninety chalets which three of us had to clean every day. For the first week I worked with Karl and Eric who soon showed me all the shortcuts and, between us, we could get everything done by mid-afternoon. It was the following week that things started to go wrong. Karl and Eric were moving on to a resort in the Austrian Alps in the hopes of some better skiing and I was to going to be teamed up with two new arrivals.

On their last night Karl and Eric played host at the local bierkeller and Karl took me to one side.

"I hear that you are going to be working with Bethany and Lydia ... be careful, my friend."

"You know them?"

"They were here last season. They don't need the work, they've got rich parents, but they like roughing it for a few weeks each year. They can be a real pain in the butt."

True to his words the girls turned out to be a nightmare. They shirked as much work as possible in the knowledge that the job was essential for me and that I had no choice but to cover for them. They did not even come to ski. They were there just to be seen but, I must admit, they were a sight worth seeing.

Bethany was tall with raven black hair which framed her dark features. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows surmounted a pair of deep blue eyes which she accentuated with a sympathetic silver-gray eyeshadow. Her nose looked impossibly straight and her mouth seemed mean until she flashed her Hollywood smile. She was slim with the sort of long coltish legs that I find myself attracted to.

Lydia was a complete contrast. She was blonde with a pair of large brown puppy-dog eyes set in a round face. Her mouth was plump and always immaculately drawn in with glossy lipstick no matter what the time of day but most people only took that in after they managed to raise their eyes from her chest. Her breasts were not only large but perfectly shaped and seemed to call out to the hand like a Henry Moore sculpture.

They had men all over them but I remained impervious to their particular charms. I already had my eyes on Kim, a post-grad student from Cologne, and things were going quite well. It might have been this, or possibly their disdain for my social background, but things started to get spiteful. They began putting round rumours that I was lazy which was a cardinal sin in our little community where everyone was supposed to pull together and later, as I heard it from Kim, they were suggesting that I was a pervert trying to sneak a look into their rooms.

One or two people stopped talking to me but, frankly, I did not care. Each evening I set up my tripod and lost myself in my work as I endeavoured to get the one shot of the Mont Negra which would really count. I walked for miles and shot it from all angles but I suspected that some of the best material would be yielded by the pictures taken closer to home with the red brick of the Leinitz building adding perspective and a sharp contrast.

It was on the morning following one such trek that the manager of the complex knocked at my door. Bethany and Lydia had apparently reported some missing items and he asked politely, but with obvious embarrassment, whether he might check my room. I felt angry enough to slam the door in his face but I took a deep breath and invited him in. After all I had nothing to hide.

I should have known better. He opened the bedside cabinet and, with obvious surprise, took out two pairs of women's panties. I left Leinitz that same afternoon. I do not know how they got into my room but they obviously had. I think the manager sympathised with me but there was nothing he could do in the face of the evidence. I overnighted in Interlaken and arranged a flight home.

 

***

 

As one door closed another opened. The second basement room was no less spartan than the first and the recently installed spotlights only served to point up the starkness of the white painted walls. The room was, in reality, quite warm - the original boiler for the house was just beyond the wall and in good working order - but it had a cold appearance and I could see tiny goose bumps standing out on her forearms.

"You bastard!"

She would have liked to echo the sentiments but the ball gag rendered her incapable of speech.

"Get me out of this!"

The anguished shouts were issuing from the speaker set high up in the corner of the room and I was pleased with the effect that they were clearly having. She began to struggle but the leather straps were very effective and, being relatively new, they chafed her skin. She gave up her efforts but her frustration was clear to see.

I turned down the speaker volume so that I would not be distracted and then slowly rubbed my hands together. The chair had only been delivered two days previously but I already had it bolted to the floor and had equipped it with all the necessary straps. It still amused me that I had been able to avoid paying import duty on it as it was classified as "essential medical equipment". It was designed to facilitate physiotherapy treatments for quadriplegics but I had actually come across it on a BDSM internet site. I picked up the control box and began to play.

I pressed the first button and the efficient servo-motors whined into life. Her eyes widened as the back of bench began to lift her up from her prone position. I released the button when she was sitting up straight and was thus in a position to see everything that I was about to do to her. When I picked up the scissors she began to shake her head but there was nothing she could do to stop me. I took hold of the hem of her dress at her knees, pulled it taut and began to cut my way upwards towards her navel. The scissors were new and sliced through the material with ease but I took it slowly to increase her trepidation until, finally, I snipped through the waist band. I was tempted to peel it away immediately but decided that I would do some more cutting first. The short sleeves of her jumper proved no more resilient than the skirt but the tight cashmere parted of its own accord to leave her bare armed. She guessed what was coming next and held her breath as I began to slice up through the centre of her jumper. Once I had made the initial cut I simply kept the scissors open and pushed them upwards until I made a final snip through the neckline.

"MMMffffff!"

I ignored her indignant entreaty and reached forward to take hold of the two severed halves of the jumper. I waited a second or two and then slowly peeled them away as though she were some new form of exotic fruit. Her skin was flawless with the lightest of tans against which her pale blue half cup bra stood out starkly.

"NNNGGhhh"

I touched the scissors to her skin and slid the blade underneath the blue satin and, in a single cut, the cups were parted. Two more snips were sufficient to deal with the straps and then, using my fingertips, I plucked the material away from her body. Her breasts really were magnificent. The undercurves would grace a pair of champagne saucers and the nipples themselves were almost perfect, coral pink, circles. I resisted the urge to caress them and, instead, returned my attentions to her skirt. I parted it, as I had her jumper, to find that she was wearing matching pale blue satin panties.

"MMNNrrr!"

Her cheeks were red with anger and indignation but I was about to make her more angry still. I picked up the control box and pressed a second button. The bench began to part along its length slowly opening her legs in an ever wider vee. Her eyes opened in horror and she began to plead frantically.

"PPPLLLLfff!"

I pressed the button a second time when her feet were about a metre apart and the motors stopped. The material of her skirt was now stretched tight beneath her parted limbs and so I took up the scissors once again and began to cut. She guessed that the only reason for me to do this was to give unencumbered access to the area between her legs and she began to shake her head in denial. Now all that remained were the panties themselves and I had plans for them.

I put the scissors down on the table and picked up the vibrator. It was an American model, mains powered and moulded in smooth white plastic. The tapered head could be fitted with a variety of attachments but even without, it was an impressive ten inches long. I took hold of the bevelled base and twisted it through a few degrees. It immediately hummed into life and I touched it to the back of my hand to get some idea of the intensity. It felt slightly ticklish and was therefore just right for my purposes.

I stepped between her legs and touched the vibrator to her inner thigh. She tried to recoil from it but she had nowhere to go. I began to roll it along her tense flesh moving ever upwards.

"NNggghhhRRR!"

I lifted it from her left leg just before I reached the apex and then I repeated the process on her right leg; and so I carried on for the next few minutes, first one leg and then the other. She continued with her strangled protests but each one was more feeble than the last and she was now breathing heavily through her nose. I edged the tip of the vibrator just a little higher so that it insinuated itself into the leg of her panties.

"MMMNNNnnn!"

It might have been another objection but I smiled as I saw the tiniest tell-tale darkening of the blue satin. I pushed further in, allowing the humming intruder to rest on her mound and then turned the bevel to increase the speed.

The muscles in her face tensed as she tried to resist but her eyes were slowly rolling up in their sockets as her body began its inevitable surrender. I slid the vibrator out and began to play it over the outside of her panties, watching as the tiny point of darkness began to grow, at first slowly but then more rapidly. She was now jerking quite rhythmically, to the extent that straps would allow, but I kept the touch as light as I could and denied her the friction she craved. I carried on for long minutes until the panties were sodden and then, without warning, I stopped and put the vibrator down.

I found the scissors again and made the two cuts necessary to liberate her underwear to find that her neatly trimmed pubis was glistening with the product of her excitement. Her eyes followed me as I moved around behind her and then she voluntarily bent her head forward as she felt my fingers at the buckle of the gag. I peeled it away from her face and she worked her jaw muscles to try and regain some sensation. I came back round in front of her and there was a look of hatred in her eyes but there was also something else.

"You shit. Turn it back on again ..."

She jerked her head in the direction of the side table where the vibrator stood waiting.

It simply confirmed all my preconceptions. This refined member of the ruling classes was no better than a bitch in heat. I knelt down and retrieved the remains of her panties from the floor and bunched them in my hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Keep quiet"

I reached forward and pinched her nose and as she yowled I pushed the tight bundle into her mouth.

"MMMFFFF!"

"If you spit them out. I'll tie them in place." I allowed her a moment to calm down and then I began to undo my trousers. Her eyes suddenly threatened to pop out of her head and she fought the panties out of her mouth.

"NOOO!"