Consequences For A Rich Girl Part Two

So you remember I told you how I got arrested and Daddy sorted it out but then arranged for an unofficial penalty imposed by this specialist company which takes contracts from wealthy parents. After my first visit they locked me in this little chastity belt thing, just a few thin chains with a grill underneath so that my most sensitive nerve endings were out of bounds.

I had to tell Alec that I was off games due to short term “women’s problems” which is a guaranteed way of shutting down any male questions. We had a bit of a snog which left both of us gassed up and with no means of releasing the tension – well I provided him with a good hand job which left me as the only one, “dressed up with nowhere to go”.

When I told him the situation, he looked like a little boy who has been told Christmas is cancelled. I really don’t know how long I can keep him on the leash with no treats and, frankly, I don’t know how much longer I can carry on living my life as a nun.

Please try really hard to imagine my state as I rang the doorbell for my second visit after a full week of enforced chastity. I was becoming desperate. Ms Black admitted me to the entrance hall and, once the door was shut, she stared me in the face and, in a harsh and disapproving voice, asked how I was feeling.

I replied with total honesty that I really needed the horrible chastity device to be removed. And then I remembered my status here and added, “If it is at all possible”.

She smirked and asked if I was desperate for sex. I nodded and her expression became one of total disgust.

“So, after a mere seven days without intercourse you are desperate for sex – gagging for it. Would that be correct?”

I nodded, feeling utterly humiliated. She was not finished yet.

“I presume that someone as – active – as yourself would be on the birth control pill?”

Another nodded reply.

“Your father was of the opinion that many of your failings had their roots in being far too physically dependent on what we may call young stallions with their brains in their pants. Perhaps we need to make you associate sexual intercourse with less pleasant sensations. You know the way, into the changing room.”

So I went through the door into the same bare room as before and she had me place all my jewelry and hair clips on the table before ordering me to strip. Once again, I undressed completely under her stare and placed my clothes on the table. She walked around me and, when she was behind me, she grabbed my wrists and I found myself handcuffed with my palms facing outwards like little residual flippers. Then she unlocked the hated chastity thong and pulled it off.

“I think it is time for you to experience the annex.”

She made me walk ahead of her and she gave directions as needed. When the house had been built in the Georgian period, there had been a mews at the rear with stables for the horses which pulled the carriages. The shell of the stables still stood and had been a garage at some point although it now appeared disused. When we entered and I found my bare feet were on a cold concrete floor I was breathing in the smell of engine oil and I noted the overhead hoist, various workbenches and old machinery which I could not describe in any detail. My eyes were drawn to the large man who stood obviously awaiting our arrival. He was not in any way fat, he was just built large overall and clad in black cargo pants which were tucked into the top of his army boots.