Apologies for the long wait folks! My life got incredibly busy. Also, I have taken people's advice and got myself an editor. A big thanks to Astral_Flame for that.
I hope you guys like this latest chapter.
Monday morning simultaneously came too quick and too late. Chloe had spent the majority of Sunday going through the pros and cons of being a slave, even if it was a temporary arrangement. She found herself getting frustrated. Hadn't she been dreaming of this for years? Anxiety plagued her as she showered. Two sharp knocks on her apartment door broke her out of her stupor. Who would be knocking at 7am on a Monday?
She rushed out of the shower, a towel wrapped haphazardly around her. Her hair was soaking as she ran to the door, and she opened it to reveal a delivery man. His eyes widened in shock and he silently passed a medium-sized box to her. She took it gently and squealed in excitement. Blushing, she looked up at the man, who seemed to be drooling, before he abruptly turned and left. Chloe was confused by his reaction, then she looked down and groaned. One of her engorged nipples had peeked out from the towel.
She shut her door and shrugged it off. There were more important things to focus on, like this mysterious box. Wasting no time, she placed it on her coffee table, and grabbed her scissors to unveil the contents. Packing peanuts. God, she hated those things! Despite that, she scooped them out carelessly, peanuts flying in all directions, until she reached her prize. Inside the box, she found a white envelope, and underneath lay a chastity belt. What on earth was that for?
Chloe left the belt in the box and turned her attention to the envelope. It contained a temporary contract but also, to Chloe's surprise, a letter from Mistress.
Dear Little One,
I hope you are well and that you enjoyed your weekend, Master and I certainly did. You'll find two things in this box, the contract for the trial period and a chastity belt.
Please take your time and thoroughly read the contract. I do not expect an immediate answer. If you need more information, please contact me using the number below.
Once you've made your decision and, hopefully, decided to continue, put on the belt. No playing with yourself either. Once that contract is signed, your pleasure is for Master and myself. Use the number to tell us of your decision.
We eagerly await your message,
Sincerely,
Master and Mistress.
Chloe's heart raced. This was exactly what she was hoping for! She went to flick through the contract but the time caught her eye. Damn, I need to get ready for work. She huffed, placed the paperwork back into the box, and went back to her humdrum life.
Eight hours later, Chloe collapsed through her door in pain and exhaustion. In the excitement of the morning, she forgot to pump her milk filled tits before her shift. Now, they were so engorged and heavy that it hurt to stand. Chloe crawled to her coffee table, where she had laid out her pumps ready for the missed morning session. Shaking, she pulled off her top and pulled down her bra, which propped her tits ups like a shelf. She whimpered as she attached the two pumps to her leaking teats. She lay against her sofa in a daze until the pain eased, as the pumps relieved her of her milk. Too soon, they beeped, needing to be emptied, and still she felt swollen. Quickly, she unlatched them, grabbed and filled some freezer bags, and returned the pumps to her breasts.
Sweet relief! I thought I was going to pass out there.
More aware of her surroundings, Chloe spotted the box. She decided to take the time to read the contract. She might as well, since she knew she was in for a long session of milking tonight. Halfway through reading, Chloe's panties were soaking wet. Master and Mistress sounded perfect! She was aching to touch herself, but she remembered the letter and the contract stated that her orgasms were not hers. Her self-control was deplorable. Her eyes flickered to the chastity belt, that would help her, and surely they wanted her to try it on for size?
Eagerly, Chloe lifted the belt out of the box. It was a steel piece with soft leather lining, drainage gate, and a hole at the rear. The latter was presumably to make it comfy and functional for long term wear. Chloe's breathing accelerated in excitement, and she had to try it on. She removed her pumps, which needed to be emptied for the second time, and shimmied out of her trousers and panties. Carefully, she slid the belt up her legs and adjust the waist band to a snug fit. A little voice in the back of her head said, "stop there, don't lock it just yet!" In her horny and excited state, she ignored it and clicked the mechanism shut. She smiled to herself. It fit her well, not a chance she could play with her demanding clit or stuff her honey filled pussy. Only her asshole was available, but she wasn't interested. Her breasts needed more attention so, after decanting her second batch, she re-attached the pumps and went back to reading the contract.
By the time she finished, she was moaning and squirming in her seat. Her hands found their way to her breasts, squeezing and coaxing the last drops of milk. Her hips gyrated but found no purchase, thanks to the belt. She would definitely sign the contract, but first, she needed a bath. Peering into the box for the key to the belt, she couldn't see it. She rummaged around the box, as it was still half-full of those horrible packaging peanuts. The panic set in as she couldn't see or feel anything resembling a key. She jumped up, grabbing the box and tipping it upside down, allowing the peanuts to scatter all over the floor. No thud of metal was heard. Chloe whimpered and collapsed on her knees, desperate to find it on the floor. Nothing, not the slightest glint of metal.
