The Thrill of the Chaste
Submitted by: Kevin Wood
Part 1
The Story Begins
At the age of twenty-one, Sandra had become interested in chastity belts. She'd read that
you could get modern ones - light, but strong and not too cumbersome- and totally effec-
tive. Why the idea intrigued her she wasn't sure - it was a terribly humiliating thing for a girl
to have to wear; so maybe she just wanted to humiliate herself by wearing one.
She fantasized about wearing a chastity belt so much, that eventually she took herself off
to a shop she'd heard of that supplied them. Fortunately the fantasy shop was quiet; she
took a quick look round then approached the girl at the counter.
"I'm interested in purchasing a chastity belt," she told her, thinking even as she said it that
it was the weirdest thing she'd ever said to anyone.
"Certainly," the girl told her. "Is it for yourself?"
Sandra nodded. "Yes."
"Okay," the girl proceeded. "All our belts are custom made - we'll have to measure you up,
and you can chose which type; but first I will need a few details."
The girl took out some paperwork, and began asking a few questions.
"Do you want just a straightforward purchase, or do would you prefer a leasing arrange-
ment with a duration contract?"
Sandra looked bemused. "Er, I'm not sure. How does the leasing thing work?"
The girl explained. "Well, the difference between the two options is this: if it's a straight-
forward purchase, you take the belt when it's ready, and you keep the keys. That way you
can put it on and take it off as you wish. With the leasing contract it's much different. We
put the belt on you, and we keep the keys. You stay in the belt for a pre-determined length
of time."
Sandra was intrigued. "What's the idea behind that then?"
The girl shrugged. "Some people find the second option more...well, more 'fun'. More in-
teresting if you like. It gives a real commitment to the idea of chastity belts. After all,
they're not supposed to be something you put on and take off yourself. For people who
don't have a partner who can take charge of the keys, it gives much more reality to the
idea of being locked up in a chastity belt."
Sandra had to agree it was quite a good idea. "I see, yes. It's an intriguing idea. I must say
I hadn't thought about anything like that. I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that amount of
commitment."
The girl nodded. "Well, you should give it some thought. It's a big step to sign up for sev-
eral years locked into a belt."
The girl showed Sandra a contract document. "Have a look through this if you like, then
come back tomorrow maybe when you've had a think about it."
Sandra didn't want to do that - it was too far to travel.
"Couldn't you go through the main points of it with me, to help me decide?"
The girl agreed. "Okay. " she took the contract from her again and they looked at it to-
gether.
"It's called an Enforced Wearer contract," she explained. "You sign up for however long
you want to be locked in the belt, and we see to it that you stay in it for that duration.
There are three choices for the duration. You can choose from five years; ten years; or life
- that's forever, basically."
Sandra was amazed. "Five years....Heavens, that's a long time to be in a chastity belt."
The girl shrugged. "Sure is. I know because I've done it. Well, nearly done it - I have an-
other year to do, then I'm out."
Sandra could hardly believe it. "You've been in a belt for four years. My God..why ?"
She shrugged again. "Why does anyone do it? I dunno - just fancied the idea. I have a
partner now, and he knows about it. He might make me sign up for another five years
when I'm out of this one."
Sandra was speechless.
"Five years is probably the one to go for, if you're interested. That's the most popular
choice. We got lots of women on that one. Plus a few more on ten years. Even a couple of
'lifers'. God they've got some commitment. Anyway, that's basically how it works. We
check on you every month, to see if the belt's okay. If somehow you manage to get it off,
we put you straight back into another one."
She paused to let Sandra take all this in.
"So," she began again, "what's it going to be?"
