“When that bitch told me I could live here as long as I obeyed her rules I didn’t expect all this.
I’m practically her slave, doing all the work, cooking, cleaning, and washing. She even has me chained up now, says it helps me to understand my new life. Helps keep me submissive, helps to keep me her prisoner is more like it.
If I could only get that key she has around her neck I could get all this stuff of and run away, yes run away.
But where would I go, what would I do, who would look after me
Maybe I’ll escape tomorrow.”

The gold chastity belt was reserved for the naughtiest girls, if you found your-self in the belt you could expect to be pure for the next year, as pure as the gold that made it.
I was with one of the girls who had been in one of those belts for a year when she came in the court to be released.
They took it off there and then, once she was free she became a wild thing, she went completely nuts.
Before we could do anything she was on the floor frigging herself off, the judge immediately condemned her too another year in the belt.
We had it back on in two minutes; she left the room a crying wreck.

“O come now, it’s not so bad; I’m sure you understand I can’t have my new slave playing with herself.
I knew when I got you from the agency that you were a virgin, and that’s just the way you will stay from now on.
A fully trained sexy chastised virgin.”