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On the way to Mr. F’s home, I return the chastity belt key to the young woman who has just spent a week fucking my husband and me, but I tell her that if she doesn’t want to stay with him, she only has to ask and I will bring her back and start looking for another opportunity for her. I assure Chelsea that I will check in on her frequently for a while to make sure that she adjusts okay. Mr. Fuscia is waiting for us when we arrive and shows us right into the house, into the same room where I had watched him grovel at his ex-wife’s feet. He is physically a much changed man, much healthier and more attractive, but he still has some difficulty meeting my eyes. I still have some trouble not seeing him as the pathetic man I had met, but I am glad that he has made so much progress. He introduces his children to Chelsea. His daughter is just leaving for her private school. I watch as she grabs her backpack, says goodbye to her little brother, and gets into a car with another parent and child. When I turn back from watching her, I see Chelsea kneeling on the floor in front of Mr. F, holding her key in her upturned palms above her head, clearly offering it to him. When he realizes what she’s offering, he physically recoils from her and slaps the key out of her hands. I rise to go to her, but he grabs my hand and drags me into the master bedroom, closing the door behind us, and having no trouble staring furiously into my eyes. “Is this some kind of sick joke? Did you put her up to that?” I quickly decide which Cate he should see, the confident submissive or the dominant almanbahis bitch. I decide that the dominant bitch can serve as backup if Cate Confidence fails. “No, Sir. I am sorry. I did not realize she would do that. I had no idea she would offer her key to you.” “What? Her key? That isn’t…? Her key?” “She probably thought I had already told you about her… But I didn’t tell either of you about the other’s… history.” “Aw crap. She was somebody’s slave?” “I’d better let her explain, if you’ll give her a chance. I think you could be good for her. She needs help and she really is a sweet person. You have some common ground. Maybe she could also be good for you.” He seems very reluctant, but when I explain that I had been her keyholder for the past week, and that she feels very uncomfortable when somebody is not holding her key, he agrees to talk with her. When we return, we find her playing with his son. The key is not in sight. The boy is laughing and, when she gets up to rejoin us, he hugs her legs. She picks him up and hugs him and he buries his face in her hair. “I’m sorry for upsetting you, Sir.” “It’s okay, Chelsea. Please don’t call me sir. My name is William. Mrs. Blanc explained a little. Perhaps I should hear a little more. It’s time for his nap. We’ll talk when he’s down. Wait here.” While he’s gone, I explain to Chelsea that she startled him and that he didn’t know how to react, that he didn’t know about her belt. When he returns, I suggest that I give them some privacy and Mr. F suggests that I might like to reacquaint myself with his almanbahis yeni giriş basement and advise him on repurposing it as a day care space. “It would be nice to make a bright, clean, useful, and fun space out of it.” I wander around in the large basement, remembering the night I humiliated myself and him there. I enjoy picturing what it could be, once the remodel is complete. I see the monitor that was on when I first visited the room, I turn it on, just to see whether he has disabled the camera in the master bedroom. Immediately I hear their voices and see them enter into the room. I think about turning the monitor off, but then I see Mr. F glance up at the camera and smile. I guess that he intended for me to watch whatever happens when he suggested that I go to the basement, so I observe. “Mrs. Blanc didn’t want to tell me more than she had to. She’s very secretive in her activities with the sisterhood, and respectful of our privacy. I thought the key you were offering was something that my ex-wife took from me. I thought maybe Mrs. Blanc had recovered it for me. I’m sorry for reacting the way did.” “No apology is necessary, Sir. I guess what I did was a little abrupt and impetuous. The key is for this.” She lifts her skirt and shows her chastity belt to him, as if there is no reason to even hesitate about doing that. She normally wears dresses or top/skirt outfits without panties during the day. “It comforts me to wear it and helps me focus on my tasks. Otherwise, I might do something that violates the house rules. That’s why I offered almanbahis giriş the key to you. It’s your house, your rules. If you’ll let me live here, I’ll feel better if you’ll keep my key during the day and unlock me at night. I can sleep in this if I have to, but…” “I wouldn’t dream of keeping you locked up when you don’t want to be, but I think I understand what you mean. If you’re going to wear it while caring for my children though, they must not see it. If you’re going to wear skirts, I would prefer that you wear panties over it, or instead of it. Maybe we can agree on some other symbol to serve the same purpose. But to show you that I understand, perhaps I should show you something.” I think that he’s about to get his cock cage from a hiding place, that doing so was the reason for bringing her into the bedroom, but he pulls his pants down and shows her that he’s wearing it! I thought the rehabbing had ended his inner torment over being reduced to being his ex-wife’s slave, but apparently, he too has found comfort in voluntarily wearing a tool of enforced chastity. “I’ve tried to break myself of the habit of wearing it. It comforts me. I don’t know how else to explain it.” “I’m pretty sure that I know what you mean. I’ve never seen one of those. May I look more closely at it?” She drops to her knees before he answers, but he says, “Sure. My ex used to show it off all the time to her girlfriends and lovers. It’s good to have a choice in the matter.” “Can I unlock it?” “You want to…?” She looks up into his eyes, smiles, and nods. “Will I be unlocking yours?” She grins. “I hope so.” Her key is suddenly in her hands again and she holds it in her upraised palms for him. He accepts it and drops it into his shirt pocket before pulling a thin chain over his head and giving it to her.
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