Ronnie hadn't wanted them to go to the strip club after the office party anyway and as soon as she saw the metal detector she knew it was going to be trouble. She began to back away and make her excuses but two of the guys grabbed her and, laughing said, "No chickening out now! Don't be a prude." One of them took her bag and gave it to a doorman and the other pushed her through the detector.
The alarm went off.
The club wasn't sophisticated enough to have a detecting wand like an airport and the doormen just grabbed her. She was wearing a little black dress with no jacket and no visible heavy jewelry that might have set off the metal detector; just her leather collar with its strange black clasp. There was definitely nowhere for her to hide a gun. The security man with her bag put it down and went over to her to get her to go back through the detector. She was blushing.
"It's my belt" she said. The bouncer looked at her and, confused at not seeing a belt, said anyway, "Well, just take it off and go back through the detector."
She was completely red now and people were beginning to look at what was happening.
"I can't – it's locked."
All the bouncer noted was her resistance to going through the detector again and he took her arm firmly to lead her away from the queue.
The head bouncer was coming over.
"Problem?" he said. He was huge. She looked up at him flustered and stammered, "S..sorry but my chastity belt has set off your thing."
"My thing," he said smiling broadly, "Ok, let's sort it out - come with me - we'll have to take a look before you can go in."
Some of the others from the office started to complain about her being taken away but he waved them on.
"Go and sit down, she'll be with you in a moment, we just need to sort this out. Benny, find something to keep them amused."
Her boss rounded up her co-workers and led them through into the club with one of the doormen showing the way. He gave her a cheery wave and shrugged his shoulders. 'Thanks for the support,' she though as the head bouncer bent her arm forcefully up her back and took her through a series of bland narrow corridors into a small office. The doorman with her bag followed them.
"Just sit here for a moment," the big head bouncer said letting go and waving at a cheap plastic chair. To the other bouncer he said, "Go and get Mss C to chaperone the search, will you?"
"Miss C?"
"Yes - just get her."
The man left, putting her bag down on the desk. Sitting in the chair rubbing her wrist, Ronnie somehow didn't feel reassured that she was to be chaperoned.
"Chastity belt?" said the big bouncer after a while, "Someone doesn't trust you."
"Um, it's not quite like that..." she said trailing off as she watched him turn her bag upside down and empty it on to the desk. There wasn't much in there; her cell phone, card folder, makeup, tissues and the flat little box marked "Emergency Use ONLY.' The bouncer picked up the box and turned it over in his hands a few times meditatively. It was very sleek and black with the letters engraved in red in an ornate script that seemed at odds with their blunt message.
Ronnie tensed, "Um, please be careful with that..."
The bouncer smiled wolfishly at her and put the box to one side, "Not to worry, I guess we'll look at this more closely in a minute."
They didn't have to wait long for her chaperone. Miss C was clearly not just part of the club's security. She was elegantly dressed in a dark grey dress with a black jacket that had bright, Asian looking flowers embroidered across the shoulders and she had an almost palpable aura of authority. Ignoring Ronnie completely she spoke to the chief bouncer.
"John, so what is going on?"
"Sorry, Ma'am, this lady set off the metal detector and when we asked her what she was concealing she claimed it was a locked chastity belt that she can't take off."
"A locked belt? An interesting claim - have you checked it out?"
"Look, I can..." Ronnie started to say but Miss C cut her off, "Quiet, I'll get to you in a moment." She turned back to the head bouncer.
"No, Ma'am, I've only looked through her bag as we waited for you."
"Good. She has ID?"
"My name is..." Ronnie tried again.
"Will you just be quiet! John, gag and handcuff her."
This command caught Ronnie completely off guard and before she knew it, practiced hands had pulled her arms behind her chair and handcuffed them together. The chief bouncer, John, held her mouth as a ball gag was taken from a desk drawer and buckled around her head.
Once she had seen her secured Miss C had turned back to the contents of Ronnie's bag. She picked up the driver's licence and looked at it.
"So, Veronique Westlake, you come in here, set off our detector, refuse to remove the metal item that set it off and then try to argue with us."
Ronnie could only shake her head in return.
"Are you arguing with me still?" The woman took her by the chin. Ronnie kept her eyes downcast. Miss C slapped her face hard, "Don't!" she snapped. Ronnie's eye filled with tears but she kept her eyes down.
"Anything else of interest in her bag?"
The chief bouncer held out the little box he had found. Miss C took it and read the label.
"I see. Well, I think this definitely counts as an emergency."
Ronnie started to shake her head but caught Miss C's eye and stopped, her heart sinking, now there was trouble. The woman opened the box and tipped out a complex looking key encased in a block of translucent wax with an embossed seal on it.
"Is this the key to your belt?"
Careful to keep her eyes lowered, Ronnie nodded.
"So you could have taken it off, after all."
Blushing furiously Ronnie shook her head.
Miss C hit her again. "Of course you could have! All this effort just because you are determined to be silly. Well, I'll make sure that the boys get something out of it before we have finished with you."
Ronnie's heart sank even further.
Ronnie's cell phone started to ring. Miss C looked at it thoughtfully for a while then picked it up.
"Veronique Westlake's phone," she said very demurely. "Yes she is...not to my knowledge ...I see...yes, Miss Westlake has just set off our metal detector so we need to see if she is concealing a weapon of some sort....yes we will, very thoroughly...good. Yes that is our address ...excellent. Just ask for Miss C at the security check and you'll be shown straight in. Thank you"
Miss C looked contemplative as she closed the phone.
"Well, I have to say I'm impressed. John; that was her master's security company. The box with the key sends them a signal when it's opened and they check the GPS on her phone to see where she is. Very organised. They've asked us to check her out very carefully and they'll send someone for a report as soon as they can. So let's get on with it. Get that dress up and put her over the desk for me."
Ronnie was pulled up so she was standing and her dress unzipped and lifted up around her neck. She was pushed down over the desk. John leaned over from one side of the desk pulling her arms high up her back and pressing her breasts down hard against its cold surface. Miss C pushed Ronnie's legs apart and looked at her chastity belt.
It was very beautiful. Made of metal it had a highly polished black enamel coating into which a fine floral pattern had been cut in a deep red. Miss C looked a bit closer and saw all the flowers had thorns. C also saw that the odd looking clasp on the collar was made of the same material in the shape of intertwined flowers, all with thorny stems. The clasp concealed a lock. She tapped the belt with a red lacquered nail and tried to work her fingers under the front shield. Her nails caught on Ronnie's flesh and pinched her. Miss C delicately slid a finger past the rear bar and touched the girl's anus with a nail making her shiver.
"Device Severité. No one else makes anything like this. I have never actually seen one of their chastity belts before. No wonder her master has a security company keep an eye on it, it's worth a lot more than she is. Turn her over and hold her down so we can get it off and see what she is hiding in there."
They turned Ronnie around, taking off her cuffs, and forced her legs as far apart as they could then tied her ankles to the legs of the desk. John took her arms and held her bent backwards over the desk. C ran her finger over the keyhole in the front of the belt and broke the key out its wax seal. The belt unlocked easily and the two sides of the belt came away from the front shield that covered the girl's genitals. Behind the shield there was a metal probe fitting into the girl's vagina that Miss C slid out carefully.
She looked closely at the device - it was indeed beautifully made. The front shield ended in a curving narrow bar that ran up between the buttocks before flattening out again to connect to the belt. The shield had a set of slits at the bottom so the girl could urinate and slightly wider ones higher up for rinsing water. The bar at the back was designed so she could go to the toilet but something as big as a cock couldn't be pushed into her anus. The bar and the shield were cast in a single piece of curving, flowing metal that followed every curve of the girl's body. It was beautiful in itself. The belt that held it in place was made of interlocking sprung metal links like an expensive watch band, each link with the engraved thorns. Miss C laid it carefully down on the desk, stroking it softly with her fingertips.
"Well," she said after a moment, turning to the girl and pulling on a rubber glove, "Let's see what this expensive hardware is hiding."
