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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.
