This is the last of this story line. I had intended it to be longer but things have come up and I don't have the drive to continue it. I may do more stories in the future, I'm not sure yet. In any case I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
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Life, as I knew it was wonderful. I hadn't had a climax in almost a year, I was used as a sexual aid for my keyholders, and I'm kept almost constantly aroused either by thoughts or memories or what I was being required to do. I was routinely nude at home, except for my chastity belt of course, even when guests were invited. I was usually used for the sexual relief to any guests (as long as it was done safely of course). As you can see I'd found my sexual nirvana, my sex was no longer in my control, I was eternally frustrated and badly needing a climax and therefore, for whatever reasons I feel this way, I was completely satisfied with my situation. Then things changed, again.
One evening at home with Kathy and Sid we were sitting in the living room area of the loft enjoying the glasses of wine I'd just fetched for everyone. Kathy broached a surprising subject; "Sid and I have accepted some rather exciting overseas assignments, and by exciting I mean damn high paying." Sid went on to explain that the jobs were expected to last about 5 years but should set them up for a very early retirement -- like not having to work again if they didn't want to. Kathy then explained that the only bad part was that due to the nature of the work and the location they would be unable to take me along. I was devastated of course, but they went on to explain that they were committed to our threesome and lifestyle and would rejoin me when they got back. They said they had also made arrangements for me in the interim.
Their departure date was in only a few weeks and we were all pretty busy, too busy to worry much about the future. We found a tenant to sublease the loft to (I was told that the arrangements they had made would include a place for me to live while they were gone), and had packed up the furniture -- the company that had hired Sid and Kathy was paying for a moving company to store it for us. We packed our personal things and moved into a hotel for a few days prior to their actual departure.
Now I finally had time to wonder about the "arrangements" which Kathy and Sid had made for me, and I wondered more as the departure date approached. Finally on our last night in town I was told to don my heavy leather collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs, boots which effectively hid the ankle cuffs from view, and a light weight but knee length trench coat, a special one that had rings sewn into the lining of each pocket to which they attached my wrist cuffs. We left the hotel unobtrusively and walked westward for several blocks before Kathy clipped a leash onto my collar. She also unbuttoned my coat both from the top down to well below my breasts and the bottom up to almost my waist so that it was pretty clear to anyone who looked at me for long that I was wearing little or nothing beneath it and with my hands chained into the coat pockets I was powerless to hide myself. Needless to say I was getting even more turned on by all this public humiliation.