Instead, he merely added to the collar’s securing by connecting the shoulder straps of my chastity bra to it before declaring himself proud of his work – as he should be. When he put it on me again, the fit was near perfect – I was quite impressed with his handiwork – and he locked it closed. I watched him while he spent several minutes hammering, cutting, and smoothing the collar into the correct size and shape. While my belt and my bra prevented me from accessing particular parts of my body, this collar was more an indication that someone – in this case Martin – held control over me.Īfter I had spent a few minutes inspecting the collar and getting used to it, Martin took it off again. This immediately brought to mind the other metalware on my body – my belt and my bra – but this one was more symbolic than functional. The fit wasn’t perfect but that didn’t lessen the effect of the metal collar he had just placed around my neck. Martin asked me to close my eyes as he picked up the piece, moved my hair, and wrapped it around my neck. Now I found out that he had been practising his new craft of metal working and had something to show me. I had noticed that lately he had been using it a lot more but I was yet to enquire what he had been up to. Today, he asked me to follow him to his workbench in the garage. It turns out Martin is a man of hidden talents. Thine always, truthfully and confidentially, Something inside me seemed to crave giving up that control against my better judgement. I ain’t sure that I understand it but this loss of control had me at once questioning the wisdom of allowing it to happen and yet craving more. Another part of my body is now only available at his discretion, a job that, it appears, he takes very seriously. As Martin locked the bra and pocketed the key, he took control of access to them. The bra was doing its job and there was no way for me to touch my breasts anymore. With my breasts covered, my first instinct was to try to touch them but I felt nothing through the metal hemispheres surrounding them. Metal chains run from the top of the edge of the hemispheres, over my shoulders and attach to the straps behind my back. On the other side of the edge of each hemisphere, a metal strap goes around my sides and the two straps meet at my spine. It has two hemispheres which enclose my breasts and are connected in the middle. My new chastity bra can simply be described as a metal bra. And now he had got me one, one which would make him the keeper of my second most intimate area as well. I was reminded of when he had joked that I needed one when I had been touching my breasts a lot after I first got my belt. I opened it up to reveal a collection of metal pieces that I quickly identified as a chastity bra. He presented me with another boxed surprise today (and assured me that he hadn’t removed anything this time). Martin is far too perceptive – or he has been reading what I wrote in thy pages again.
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