Previous readers may know Danielle's Story contains consensual female chastity, but Part 8 introduces some new elements: Fmf, male chastity, kidnapping, and non-consent.
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Joe Young kept Danielle's usual appointment time at 7pm on Friday. "Good evening, Ms. Marcan," he said when he entered her personal space. She wrinkled her nose and offered him a thin smile. "I know this must be awkward for you, but we're going to get your inspection done and I have some questions for you."
She peered at him quizzically. He's never polite, she thought with suspicion.
"Why do you have these appointments occurring weekly?"
Danielle looked puzzled. "Is that unusual?"
"Indeed," he replied, partially distracted with the tools he took from his case and laid out on her coffee table. He didn't bother to lay a cloth down to protect the wood as Adam always did. "Weekly appointments are normal in the beginning. They usually peter off to monthly sessions after a few weeks. Unless I see issues in today's inspection, we'll cut these down to monthly visits."
"You think you might be with me for months?"
"I don't know how long I'll be serving in this capacity. We'll get you in counseling to take care of the psychological component of the monitor's responsibility but I'll take care of your physical well-being. That'll have to do until either Officer Grant returns to his position or you are assigned to another monitor's case load. We are short staffed, though."
Mr. Young's inspection relied on the use of a small pillory that would fit around Danielle's neck, holding her hands up by her face, a spreader bar for her ankles, and a stern warning not to dare step out of place while the belt and thigh bands were off. He removed and set the thigh bands down on the sofa and unbuttoned her blouse to check the fit of the composite bra around her breasts and rib cage. Satisfied that Danielle would be unable to squeeze fingers or objects beneath the cups to get any stimulation, he moved onto her belt. He slipped a finger under the waistband and tugged at the front plate. "Have you lost weight?" he asked, touching the magnetic key to the front of the waistband. The belt separated in his hands and he carefully removed it.
"Maybe a few pounds," Danielle responded as Mr. Young guided her legs far apart and secured them in place with the spreader bar. Heaven forbid he should let her close her legs and feel pressure on her pussy, Danielle thought, annoyed. She eyed an armchair and imagined positioning herself over it, grinding down on the padded armrest.
"Are you aroused right now?" Mr. Young asked, noting the state of Danielle's pussy. He opened his laptop to take some notes.
Danielle blushed. How could she not get aroused when the belt was off? As fleeting as the chance may be for relief, it was the only opportunity she ever got. "It's not you or what you're doing to me," Danielle said quickly. "It's just that when it's off I start to imagine things."
Mr. Young smirked at her. "That's precisely why I secured you. Don't worry, Ms. Marcan. You're safe from yourself."
Mr. Young left Danielle to stand still for a half-hour while he made some on-the-spot adjustments to the belt. "It can be taken in or let out with the right tools," he told her as he turned screws inside the belt where they would be unreachable once it was locked onto her body.
"You can get dressed. We need to discuss some things before I leave." When she was ready, he had her sit and he began. "I'm supposed to ask all of Officer Grant's charges about their interactions with him. Has he ever approached you for sexual favors or made inappropriate offers that might lead you to believe that he could reduce your sentence?"
"No, of course not," Danielle said. "He's never been anything other than professional with me."
"Has he kissed you, or touched you inappropriately, outside of the context of his duties?"
Does he know?
Danielle wondered. She thought carefully about her response. "It wasn't inappropriate really, but some accidents occurred. Touches that shouldn't have happened, for example." She further explained how Adam Grant suggested pursuing a relationship with her. "Everything was above board," she insisted.
Mr. Young looked genuinely surprised to hear that. "So you're saying that Adam Grant, a man of unscrupulous morals, has developed feelings for a criminal in his care: a woman who broke the law multiple times and sold her friend out to the authorities to lessen her own sentence."
Annoyance flashed across Danielle's face. "Officer Grant has a higher opinion of me than you do, but unlike you, he's actually taken the time to get to know me." Danielle opted against detailing the orgasm that Adam gave her. She decided that the "inappropriate touches'' she'd already reported covered it well enough. There was no reason to arm Mr. Young with information that could be misconstrued and used against Adam.
"What exactly is going on, Mr. Young?"
"I don't have all the details, but when someone is pulled from all their cases, it's usually because of a formal complaint
alleging
wrongdoing." Mr. Young paused. Could it be that Danielle was the one who'd filed the report? Was she deluded about Adam Grant's intentions toward her?
"It seems to me that one of Officer Grant's charges got the wrong idea about him and imagined that he was romantically interested in her," he said, smirking. "Reports like this get filed all of the time. People get locked up in these belts and get confused about the power and authority that their monitor has over them. This is doubly so when the charge is naturally submissive, as you are. They think their monitors are interested in them and when the monitor does not reciprocate, things can get messy."
Danielle felt the accusation in his words, and she decided to change the subject. "You'll take the thigh bands off next month when we have our appointment?"
He looked at her quizzically as he resecured her devices and released her wrists from the pillory around her neck. "Why would I remove the bands?"
"The punishment is for one month."
Mr. Young scrolled through his laptop, reviewing the notes on her profile. "No. It doesn't say that. It says the bands will be applied for a minimum of one month. The original warning says your monitor can opt to use them for the duration of your sentence with the D.O.C." He pulled his glasses from his face and looked at Danielle. "I think you need them, and I am choosing to keep them in place."
