Amanda's Story

Thank you FBG for editing this story, and all of my stories. I appreciate your help as always.

A powerful sorcerer uses magic to punish and control his human slave from afar after she breaks her contract and runs away from him. [M/f, chastity, fantasy, magic, orgasm denial, punishment]

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She didn't get to just run away, Talore thought to himself. His errant slave had signed a five-year contract, binding herself to him in exchange for the services that only he could give her. He expected Amanda to pay what was due.

Talore had granted Amanda beauty, luscious long hair, and extended youth. In return, she agreed to suck his cock and make her ass and pussy available to him at his beck and call. She agreed to grovel on the floor, allow him to control her pleasure, and call him Master. Only four of the five years they agreed upon had passed, and he was determined to collect on the last year of her service

His heavy boots bore into the bare stone floor as he stalked over to the smoking rock in the middle of his receiving room. Cauldrons might have been the way of sorcerers in the past, but illuminated boulders were the preferred modern method of stirring up magic.

"Show me Amanda," Talore's booming voice demanded. Hazy mist swirled past the green stone and a vision showed him Amanda moving around her home --the home he had paid for her to keep as she worked off her service to him.

Talore rummaged through scraps of metal in a trunk: remnants of older restraints that he used on Amanda. He was constantly cannibalizing his materials to build new, more inventive devices to contain her.

He laid the pieces down on the boulder and recited the incantation to bring them to life. The chunks of metal levitated and joined together in a patchwork fashion, first as a belt. An additional piece joined it, forming a half-loop connecting the front of the belt to the back. Green lights swirled around his creation as the magic infused it with autonomy, the ability to follow orders, loyalty, perseverance, and most importantly, indestructibility.

When the incantation was complete, the belt fell down against the boulder with a loud clunk as the green illumination died down. "Come!" Talore said, extending his hands.

The belt levitated once again, this time of its own volition. It understood him, and it was following orders. It flew into Talore's hands. He was a large man with thick, muscular arms, a strong core, and legs built like redwoods. He tugged on the belt, then stepped on it, trying to crush it, and then he threw it against the rock wall of his receiving room. Finally he took a hammer to it. The belt remained intact. Talore grinned and whispered to it. "I have a job for you."

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Why did I do that? Amanda asked herself in a sheer panic as the weight of her decision bore down on her. That was the stupidest thing I've ever done! You don't run away from a powerful sorcerer!

That night, Amanda laid in bed, fearful of the shit-storm she'd just stirred. Talore had been ignoring her and she had grown jealous of another girl who seemed to have captured his attention. "Master," she had asked. "Do you still care about me?"

Talore had chuckled at her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her passionately. "Care about you? Of course I care about you. I am even now thinking of ways to keep you beyond your contract date."

Amanda froze as the memory returned to her. She had been so fixated on his apparent infatuation with the other girl that she forgot that he'd said that to her. Had she made a mistake? Blinded by jealousy, Amanda had leapt through a portal intended for another. Amanda thought about her town with all her might and bolted through the swirling pink mist without a second thought, breaking her contract. She had no way back without Talore.

"Master!" Amada whispered, as she laid in bed that night, wondering if he was watching her. "Master, I made a terrible mistake, and I miss you! Please bring me back home and forgive me!"

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Over the next week, Talore subtly tormented his slave, sending her messages in unexpected places. The first few messages escaped her notice, but then she started to see a pattern. Certain words kept popping up. An advertisement at the bus stop read, "Bad girls get belted," showing a surprised woman with what appeared to be a metal belt wrapped around her waist, extending up past her jeans. The poster looked odd, and Amanda did a double-take only to find that the advertisement was for her jeans. There was no belt at all. Had she imagined that? Words appeared in her alphabet soup one day. "Belt," read one spoonful. "Bad," and "girl" floated in the red broth. A man on the light rail chanted, "Bad girls get the belt!" and then said directly to her, "It's you! You were a bad girl, and you're gonna get the belt!" Her skin broke into goosebumps and she hurried past him. She was not imagining this! Did Talore mean to whip her? She wasn't especially fond of getting the belt, but at least it would be over quickly.

As she was completing the new hire paperwork for her job at a department store, the question, "Have you been a bad girl?" appeared on the form. "Do you understand that bad girls must wear a restrictive belt as a means of corrective punishment?" She blinked, and it was just a question about criminal history. She checked "No."

Then there was the strange knocking on her door and windows at night. She pulled her shades open as she'd done for several days trying to catch the knocker. This time, she saw a metal belt peeking into her room. She began to panic. "Go away!" she hissed at the window. "No, slave of Talore," she heard it say, directly in her head. "I have an important job to complete. You and I are going to be joined as one. Open the window and let me in."

"No!" she hissed again. If Talore meant to forgive her, he would have shown himself by now. He wouldn't punish her and also abandon her, would he? She pulled the curtains shut, blocking out the threat.

The following night the belt was back at the window. This time, she could see that it was designed to wrap around her waist and cover her pussy. As soon as she laid eyes on it, the voice in her head spoke again. "Slave of Talore, your punishment needs to be served. I won't go away." She snapped the curtains closed, vowing not to look through them again. He means to punish me with a chastity belt! Her pussy tightened at the thought of Talore controlling her sex, but she was equally fearful of losing the freedom to touch her own body.

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A hard knock at the front door echoed through the house the following night. She peered out the window but saw no one. It was the belt again. "Leave me alone!" she screamed. The patchwork belt emerged from the bushes. Once she saw it, it spoke to her. "We're to be joined, slave of Talore. I won't leave you alone until I've wrapped myself around your waist and snuggled myself against you to punish your wet, needy pussy."

Amanda closed the curtains and moved through the rest of the house, snapping the blinds shut and closing the windows and locking the doors. Every door and window would need to stay shut. But then she heard a rattling sound coming from the living room.

"Oh shit!" Amanda ran to the fireplace. Was the chimney flue open? Amanda used it so infrequently that she couldn't remember, but the answer became clear when the belt fell down into the fireplace. Amanda screamed and ran into her bedroom as the belt flew after her.

She slammed her bedroom door behind her and locked it. The belt banged up against the door over and over. "Go away!" she cried out. The belt went silent and stopped banging.

Amanda waited another hour, frozen in place, before she was convinced the assault had ended. The belt could not open doors and there were no other openings that it could sneak through. The AC and heater vents were covered with grills that were screwed into place. She was safe in her room, and she would climb out the window in the morning to get to work. She turned on the shower in the adjoining bathroom and closed and locked the bathroom door. She stepped into the shower stall, under the hot, streaming water.

She missed Talore and she definitely preferred to be his good girl rather than his slave in need of correction. She wished desperately that she could turn back time and not run through the portal. She'd still be with him, worshipping his cock, offering her holes to him for his use, and relishing in his control over her.

With a soft moan, Amanda scrubbed her body clean. Her fingers found her slick pussy and she gave herself a nice stroke. In spite of his menacing hold on her --or perhaps because of it-- Amanda had never been more aroused, thinking of Talore's insistent control over her. She understood that a punishment was in order, but she wanted to serve the punishment with him; not alone in exile, and she definitely did not want the punishment to include getting belted.

Slender fingers rubbed her pussy and dug into her clit, as she thought of her Master. She pushed circles into her button and moaned in ecstasy in the steaming shower as thoughts of Talore filled her head. Before long, she was gripping the shower niche in one hand, and bringing herself to climax with her other.

She needed that, if for no reason other than to calm her nerves. Her hair was the last thing to be cleaned and she rubbed shampoo into her honey blonde hair.

"Now," Talore said, directing the belt to take action when he saw his slave's hands were occupied, and away from her pelvis.

As she finished washing her hair, Amanda failed to notice the belt separate into pieces and slide under the bathroom door. Suddenly the pieces circled her, floating in a ring around her waist, closing together. A solid crotch plate came at her from the front, and a curved bar found its way between her legs from the rear. Amanda shrieked in horror as she tried to dodge the metal that was imprisoning her, but once the belt had a clear path to her body, there was nothing she could do to stop it. It tightened around her, glowed emerald green, Talore's magic color, and then it transformed into an uninterrupted piece of metal.

Amanda panicked and tried to pull it off, but she knew that Talore's magic meant it wasn't going anywhere. Her hand moved down her toned core to the metal covering her pubic mound. The crotch plate felt smooth against her pussy, but the outside, right above where her thighs met her body, was formed of patchwork pieces: parts of a collar she had once worn, a buckle, decorative links that had adorned a gag that Talore liked to use on her. She looked down to find pieces of cuffs, a bronze spreader bar that had been hammered flat, brass O-rings, steel D-rings, and the mirror polished-steel from a bra he had her wear. The scraps of her past time with Talore all came together to imprison her now.

Her fingers moved across the metal at her pussy, but her pussy felt nothing. "How long do I have to wear this thing?" Amanda asked out loud, her voice trembling in fear.

"Until your Master removes it." The belt replied in her mind.

"What about going to the bathroom?" she asked. There were no holes.

"I will split the metal open to allow you to relieve yourself. If you try to touch yourself when I do, I will make things much more uncomfortable for you."

"Get out of the shower," the belt ordered. "Dry your body and present yourself to the hall mirror."

Amanda reached for her robe but the belt stopped her. "You need nothing else to wear tonight. When you are home, clothes are forbidden."

"Can he see me?" Amanda asked as she approached the mirror in all of her naked glory.

"Your Master has not taken his eyes off you since you ran away."

"Tell him I'm sorry," she said.

"Tell him yourself. Kneel before your Master."

Amanda's gaze dropped and she lowered herself to the ground. She saw only herself in the mirror, naked except for the belt that wrapped around her pelvis, hugging her pussy tight. "Master Talore, I'm so sorry for my disobedience," she said. She hoped Talore could pick up on the sincerity in her voice. "I wish that you can find it in yourself to forgive your slave and allow her to come back to you."

Talore leaned back in the leather covered armchair, gazing into the swirling green mist around the boulder. He would not reveal himself to her yet, but he was pleased to see his slave on her knees, expressing her regret at her recent actions. Human females were prone to fits of jealousy, but her job was to trust her Master to do what was right for her, and to complete her end of the contract.

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Amanda rolled over in bed the following morning, chilly from having been sent to bed naked. She pulled up her blanket and her hand wandered to her pussy only to be barred by the metal that protected her Master's property. She groaned. She was horny and needed release. The belt sensed her need and its hold on her changed. It had left space over her lips to prevent stimulation, but now she felt the belt closing in on her pussy, touching it. She moaned, wanting it to explore her more. The metal turned soft and malleable. She felt something like a tongue licking her labia, working itself towards her clit. It gently sucked her button and something began penetrating her opening, teasing and fucking her slowly with a metal digit. She grabbed the plate between her legs and pushed it up into her, trying the guide and deepen the belt's ministrations, but it had no effect.

She rolled onto her belly and her hips gyrated against the mattress. Her orgasm was close and she cried out in ecstasy but suddenly the belt stopped and returned to its previous state. Hard metal formed a pocket of space around her pussy, leaving it untouchable and aching.

Amanda cried out in frustration and she tried for several minutes to defeat the belt's design by slipping a finger past it or pushing it in hard enough to make contact between her pussy and the unyielding metal shield. She threw the covers off of her and glared at the belt. "What the fuck was that?"

"The slave of Talore is being punished for her disobedience," came the belt's reply directly into Amanda's mind. So this was her Master's punishment for her! She was to not only be denied, but teased and denied! Amanda swore but the belt interrupted her with more instructions.

"Return to the mirror and kneel before it. Put a pillow between your legs, and spread your knees while you prop your breasts up with your hands, offering them to your Master."

Amanda moved naked to the mirror once again, tucking the pillow between her legs. She held her breasts out to him, not hiding them with her hands but propping them up in her open palms as an offering. A metal tongue came to life between her legs and it stroked her clit with long, sensual laps, making her juices pour out of her. With a rhythmic motion in her hips, Amanda begged her Master for an orgasm as she gently pinched and massaged her nipples.

"Fuck the pillow," the belt instructed her. Without hesitation, she moved her hips back and forth, fucking the pillow between her legs, but she could feel nothing. As she got the hang of it, she grinded her trapped pussy over the pillow while she kneaded her breasts.

"Tell your Master that you're not worthy of an orgasm, and beg him to leave you needy and wishing for his cock," the belt ordered

Amanda groaned and did her best to create the scenario the belt painted for her. "Master," she said. "As I consider it, I am so unworthy of an orgasm. I don't deserve to cum for a very long time, and I am begging you to deny me for as long as you feel it's appropriate."

Talore enjoyed the view of his saucy little slave fucking the pillow and playing with her breasts. He could tell that her pleas to be denied were prompted by the belt, but he enjoyed it all the same. "Yes," he said, "I agree that her pussy deserves to be denied after what she did. Tell my slave that her request has been granted. I will not be approving any orgasms for the foreseeable future."

Amanda nearly cried when the belt delivered the verdict to her. It told her to put the pillow away, eat and wash up for work. The belt selected her clothes: a pair of black slacks and a pink blouse that accentuated her breasts. Panties were permitted over the belt, but she wasn't sure about the functionality they offered. Using the bathroom was easy, thankfully. True to its word, the belt's metal shield split open to allow the flow of liquid to pass. She was permitted to rinse with water and clean her backside any way she liked, but touching her pussy was strictly forbidden and the metal closed right back up if she got close.

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The belt teased her only slightly on the sales floor, a small mercy for which Amanda audibly thanked Talore. She wasn't sure if he was watching her, but the belt was certainly listening. Maybe the belt only reported back to Talore. Or maybe Talore had abandoned her and her interactions ended with the magic belt. Maybe he was so disgusted with her that he wished to mete out a suitable punishment and never see her again. The prospect of not returning to Talore's kingdom upset her greatly.

The belt gently suckled on her clit for the entire light rail ride to and from her new job and Amanda could do nothing but sit there. She squirmed and shifted positions, but the belt was undeterred. The man who warned her about being belted the other day was there on the light rail again and he approached her. He was wild-eyed and he said to her, "I know what a bad girl you've been, but it looks like he found you and locked you up good. You'll stay that way until you've served your sentence."

She grabbed the man's arm and leaned toward him. "How long is the sentence?" She didn't care if the other passengers heard her asking. She needed to know.

"A year?" He responded. "Maybe ten years. Maybe it's a life sentence! I don't know! Only he knows."

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Her period came, and the belt was not especially tolerant of the volatility of a woman during menstruation. She had been sassy one morning as she headed to the light rail station, grumbling about Talore not having brought her back to the kingdom. Her belt issued a punishment for her attitude. Amanda jumped as she felt metal start to enter her ass. The bar between her cheeks was extending itself into a metal dildo that invaded her most private hole, and she changed course to make a quick stop in the public bathroom. "What the hell are you doing?" She hissed at the belt when she unbuttoned her skirt and lowered it to her hips.

"You do not disrespect your Master. You'll have the plug for the rest of the day, and if your attitude does not adjust favorably, then it will increase in size. This belt can become very uncomfortable for you, slave of Talore."

But as long as she behaved well, the belt mostly left her alone. Tampons were out of the question, but the belt opened enough to allow her flow to drain into a waiting pad. Though she was still denied, she was teased less. However, once her flow subsided, the holes closed up, and the belt resumed its daily assault on her clit.

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Every day for a month, Amanda presented herself to the mirror, wearing nothing but her chastity belt. She was often ordered into poses that displayed her covered pussy or her ass to the mirror, or told to hump something on the floor, presumably for Talore's pleasure. Amanda had no assurance to prove that Talore had not abandoned her weeks ago and that the anthropomorphic belt was the one calling all the shots. Did he ever see her? The belt told her that he did, but he had refused to show himself.

Amanda lewdly displayed herself for her phantom Master, but he never gave her a single orgasm. The closest she got were two ruined orgasms, and she was so desperate for the fires of her passion to be extinguished that she didn't want to complain and have those taken away from her as well. But she remained desperate for a true orgasm.

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It was her day off from work and Amanda didn't set an alarm to wake up. When the belt decided that she'd slept long enough, it began sucking on her clit and strumming her pussy. She peeked under the covers at it. "Good morning, slave of Talore. I left you alone last night so you could sleep, but you've caught up on rest now. Did you miss my attention?"

"No," Amanda responded flatly. "If I'm going to be locked up like this, at least don't tease me and get me all wound up only for you to deny me release."

"You're being punished," the belt responded. "Now get up and get yourself dressed. You have an errand to run today. You'll be wearing the miniskirt in your closet, your heels, and a crop top. No stockings today."

Amanda was doubtful as she got dressed, but when she stood before the mirror, she stared in disbelief. "I can't wear this," she said. The waistband of the miniskirt was too low to hide the belt, leaving at least two inches of bare skin visible below the metal band that hugged her waist. The crop top cut off any hope of concealment. Amanda turned to look at herself from behind, saw the metal bar plunging into the back of the skirt, plainly suggesting to onlookers that it was going right into the crack of her ass.

"You can and will wear this," the belt said to her. "Put your shoes on and head out."

Amanda felt a wave of defiance washing over her and she started to remove the skirt. The belt gave her clit a painful nip, and Amanda screeched. "You bit me!"

"I want to talk to you for the entire trip. I require exposure for that," the belt told her.

The belt had its favorite ways of teasing her to bring her close to the edge of an orgasm before it cut her off, but it was careful to vary its approach. As she rode the light rail that day, the belt slowly teased and gently fucked her ass, entering her slowly, filling her, and driving her crazy with need. She knew damn well that her climax would be cut off but she just couldn't help herself and she gave in to the sensations, reveling in the fucking as other passengers looked at her curiously or disapprovingly.

"Damn it!" Amanda whispered, none too quietly when the belt stopped, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm right there on the light rail.

"The next stop is yours," the belt told her. Amanda gathered her purse and exited the train. Amanda's stomach knotted up when she saw the store she was being sent to. A stylized wooden sign shaped like an old-world stockade hung ominously over the door. It was rimmed with heavy metal chain, and the name of the shop was inscribed in silver lettering: Markson Metal Works. The purpose of the shop was obvious from the outside, but the interior solidified for Amanda how the appointment was going to go. Mannequins were adorned with metal restraints, and fine grain wooden and high quality leather implements of punishment were on display.

The bells over the door signaled to the shop worker that she had arrived.

"Amanda?" asked an older man with white hair. He wore a leather work apron and his hands were worn and calloused. Amanda nodded. "You've been a bad girl, eh?" It was worded as a question, but spoken as a statement. "Well, it sounds like we'll be addressing that today."

"You've been in contact with my Master?" She felt a wave of relief knowing that her Master had not abandoned her. In the time of her self-inflicted exile, he had not demonstrated to her directly that he was even watching her.

"I've got an order here for products, don't I? Who else do you think ordered them?" He sized her up. "Everything in this shop is voluntary." He presented Amanda with a packet of forms that highlighted the services she'd be receiving that day: enhancements to the belt that already hugged her pelvis, and some additional restraints.

After she signed, he said, "You can still tell me to stop any time you like. My name is Paul Markson, but you'll address me as sir. I'll be restraining you as I fit you for the products your Master purchased."

"Yes, sir," Amanda said, allowing the shop attendant to lead her to the workshop in the back of the store. Metal sheets and tools were organized neatly, leaving a bare work table with several rings and chains laid out.

"Disrobe and lay down on the table. I understand that you cannot remove your belt, so I will be working on it while it's still on your body."

"Yes, sir", Amanda said as she climbed up onto the metal table. She groaned in discomfort as she laid down onto its cold surface. Paul reached under the table to withdraw cuffs on chains that he used to secure her arms and legs. He grabbed her nipple, rolling it through his thumb and forefinger. "Your Master requested nipple rings. D-rings to be precise." He held up the stainless steel rings. The straight bar would be driven through her nipple and the rounded ring would hang down.

"The pain will be quick. When they heal, they will provide an attachment point for some add-ons your Master purchased." He donned a pair of latex gloves and carefully cleaned around her nipple before applying the rings. He quickly applied some cold packs, and the throbbing in her freshly ringed nipples died down to a low roar.

"Your Master ordered these to be permanent--to you, anyway." The belt was talking to her and she wished it would shut up. "Talore doesn't think an errant slave deserves to control her own body." The belt began sucking on her clit and Amanda couldn't help but let a moan escape past her lips.

Paul smirked at her and examined the belt. "Where's the lock?" he asked as he ran his fingers along the patchwork metal structure that imprisoned her. "Underneath one of these relief pieces?" He tugged on a flat metal buckle that rested in the center-middle of her belt, but it didn't budge.

"I don't know. He hasn't taken it off since he put it on," Amanda admitted, wondering what the shopkeeper would think of her, knowing she'd done something horrible enough to be locked up in this way.

Paul looked surprised. "You must have been a very bad girl," he told her. "I don't know what you did, honey, but he's not playing around with these restraints." Paul measured her thighs and he got to work crafting a ring for each leg. He might have brought the metal to a mirrored shine, but he wanted to match the luster to the belt, so he left them with a matte grey finish. She laid still as he worked, and the belt edged her mercilessly, stopping short of allowing her to cum. Paul watched with interest as his client's slave seemed to approach climax right there on his table, seemingly without any stimulation at all, and holler in frustration at being unable to complete her orgasm.

"He's got a vibrator in you?" Paul asked as he welded chains to the rings.

"Something like that," Amanda answered through clenched teeth.

Paul unlocked each ankle one at a time and slid the bands over her feet and up her legs toward the tops of her thighs. The chains were coated in black rubber that dulled the clinking sounds as he manipulated everything into place. "Thigh bands," Paul explained to her as he measured the chains leading from the bands to her waistband. "They're usually applied to naughty girls who try to defeat their chastity belts by reaching underneath from the sides." He cut the chains to length, and then rolled over a welding cart.

"This is to protect your eyes," he said, placing a smoked-glass visor over Amanda's face. He then unfolded an insulating mat. "Suck in your gut," he said, sliding the mat underneath the belt, which subtly expanded to make space for it.

He lowered a mask over his own face, sparked the torch and began work. The mat shielded Amanda from the heat and the sparks but not from the glare or the smell or the realization that these chains would be part of her, just like the belt.

"The thigh bands and their chains extend my control over you," the belt told Amanda. "Through me, your Master controls when or if they come off."

A collar came next. Sturdy metal encircled her throat, and was locked shut. Paul twisted it around to position the lock in the back and gave the large ring in the front a good tug. It was at least four inches in diameter, and Paul explained that was to make it difficult to hide under clothing. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Satisfied with the result, Paul released Amanda from the table and helped her to stand. She needed to keep her legs closed as she swung them over the edge of the table. Her first few steps proved difficult as she adjusted her stride length until she got the hang of it. The chain that held her legs together dangled between her legs when not pulled taut. Paul handed her the skirt which she needed to step into with both feet and then pull up to her hips.

"Fuck!" Amanda muttered, trying to adjust the skirt to conceal the thigh bands. It was just short enough to expose the metal locked around her thighs. "I can't go out like this!"

Paul chuckled at her. "But you did choose to break a pretty serious rule and get yourself locked up like this."

Amanda grew frustrated and tried to hike the bands up high on her legs, but they didn't move.

"You might as well get used to this, Amanda," Paul told her. "Dominants don't weld gear onto their submissives if they mean them to adjust it." He handed her the keys to her collar and a paper shopping bag with the shop's logo printed onto it. "Your Master told me to give these to you and that he'd collect them later. Be careful with those keys. They don't have duplicates."

Tears ran down Amanda's cheeks as she thought of the people she'd be forced to expose herself to on the way home. Anyone looking at her would think she was a freak, but people in the D/s community would know how badly she must have behaved to end up like this. They wouldn't feel sympathetic for her. They'd be cheering on her Master for taking her in hand.

She reached for her phone, intent on calling a ride-share when the belt stopped her. "You can take the light rail, slave of Talore. Let everyone see your shame."

She ignored the belt's voice only to find her account had been deactivated. Talore was watching her right now, and expected her to take the train home. Doing anything else would be disobedience.

The heels she wore turned out to be a mercy for Amanda as the extra height helped her climb the short step onto the light rail car. As soon as she faced the car full of passengers, Amanda wanted to melt into the floor. She shuffled past several rows of seats and slid into an open aisle seat. Adding insult to injury, the belt pushed itself up against Amanda's clit and vibrated softly. A few people turned to look at her when they realized the buzzing sound was coming from Amanda.

Amanda was forced to walk home from the light rail station in her heels with her chastity belt sticking out from above and below her skirt. She walked past people who sneered at her, stared at her, lusted after her, and people who called her names. Amanda was in tears by the time she reached her front door and let herself inside.

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"Master!" Amanda called out in surprise. "Master, oh my goodness, you're here!"

Talore's hulking form was resting on her sofa, facing the front door, waiting for her to return. "Slave," he called, pointing to the floor at his feet. Amanda scurried over to him as quickly as her limited stride allowed. She dropped the shopping bag and slowly knelt, lowering her tear-stained face, touching her forehead to his knee. He was pleased with her effort as she knelt on the hardwood floor before him. Fingering the large ring at her throat, he said, "I'll take the keys to this," holding his hand out expectantly. Amanda placed the keys in his large hand.

"You have been accepting your punishment well, slave," Talore said, stroking her blonde hair. He never used to call her "slave," but given what she'd done, Amanda understood she deserved the demotion, and buried her face into his thigh, relishing in his touch and his musky scent.

"I'm so sorry!" she moaned mournfully. "I will never run away again."

He chuckled. "No, you won't. The belt will be a lifetime companion if you do. Stand up, slave, and strip off your clothes, I want to get a good look at your restraints."

Amanda stood and stepped out of her shoes and skirt. The crop top and bra came next. Talore stroked to her breasts and gently pinched her nipples. She winced in pain but did not stop him. "Good girl," he told her gently as a green mist emanated from his fingers. He uttered an incantation and tugged on the rings that pierced her nipples. "Is the pain gone?"

"It seems so, Master," Amanda said, investigating the rings. The wounds had healed completely under her Master's spell. From the paper bag she'd brought home from the shop, Talore withdrew a pair of polished teardrop shaped pendants which he clipped to her nipple rings. When he released them, she realized they were weighted as they pulled her nipples downward.

Amanda resolutely committed herself to learning to accept this discomfort and anything else her Master wanted. Talore kneaded and massaged her breasts, allowing the pendants to swing freely. He tugged on the collar that encircled his slave's throat. He grabbed the large ring with his fist and drew her closer to him. He pressed his lips to hers, and she responded immediately, returning his kiss with enthusiasm and passion. Next, he ordered the belt to release.

The metal loosened around her waist and dropped to the floor with a clunk. Talore gathered Amanda's wrists into one hand and he reached down with the other to stroke her soaking wet pussy. "My naughty little errant slave wants some attention," he said.

Amanda nodded her head with her chin trembling slightly. "Yes, please. It's been so long.. Please, please take your slave's pussy, Master!" She wanted to reach forward and pull her Master's cock into her hands, if not to pump him into hardness, then at least to feel closer to him and savor his power and authority over her.

Talore would have liked to have reclaimed his slave in his own receiving room but he would not take his errant slave back to the kingdom until she had fully recommitted herself to him. He bent her over the back of the sofa, allowing her head to rest comfortably on the seats. Talore unlaced the front of his leather pants, and lined up the head of his thick, veiny cock with Amanda's pussy.

She was nearly trembling with need, and she sighed contentedly as he opened her up and filled her with his cock. It never failed to hit its mark. The sheer size of it was enough to find her g-spot no matter what position she was in. He slowly slid in and out of her, teasing her. On a normal day, a slow and steady fucking would feel perfect, having been denied for a month, she was impatient,. moaning and bucking her hips as he took his time with her.

"Please, Master! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

Talore grinned. "I am claiming you, not the other way around." He continued tormenting her with a slow pace until the point had been made, and then he pushed hard into her.. She screamed in delight as his hips slammed into her backside, thrusting his cock deep inside. He hit her cervix and his balls slapped against her pussy and clit as he vigorously fucked his slave.

He could tell she was near orgasm. Her noises would go quiet as she put her entire focus on her needs, and then once the orgasm crested, she would cry out and tighten her pussy muscles around his cock as the sensations exploded within her. She was close and they would cum together. She had convinced him that she took her commitment to him seriously, and he would allow her this orgasm before he locked her back up.

His balls tensed up as he watched for Amanda's cues and they released in unison, grunting, moaning, and panting together. He gripped his slave's hips, pulling her close as he thrust inside of her. The ropes of his seed spurted within her.

He stayed inside of her for a moment longer, stroking her ass, and explaining that she was well on the way to the path to forgiveness. "You will wear the belt for the duration of your contract as a reminder who you belong to, slave. But if you're good, there will still be plenty of orgasms for you."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. Thank you for giving me a path toward redemption. I won't let you down."

"Are you ready to go home, slave?" Talore asked, helping Amanda stand up straight. Amanda nodded her head enthusiastically and the belt along with the new thigh bands split into pieces and came together around her body, sealing her sex beneath the unyielding metal and securing her legs together. Talore clipped a leather leash to the wide ring at his slave's throat and led her through a swirling green mist that would take them home.