A Night in the Desert

Chapter XXII

He moved so fast she could barely keep from stumbling as he pulled her along the hallway. He stopped at a door and pulled open the locking bar across the door. Sue Ann trembled in fear, recognizing where she was, outside the room where he had first confined her. He threw open the door and roughly pulled her in after him, to the pole. While holding onto her wrist he reached into a rear pocket with his free hand and took out the handcuffs.

One cuff went around the wrist he was holding, and then he pulled her arm up to a ring on the pole, above her head. He threaded the open end of the handcuffs through the ring, then grabbed her other wrist and pulled it up, locking both together. She pulled at the cuffs, tears in her eyes. "Please sir, I'm sorry, but I can't do this. Please, do anything you want, punish me, but don't make me wear this belt."

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Quiet! You are going to wear it, you can do it and you will, because I want it. I don't care how much you hate it; you are going to wear it. You can't take it off, so get used to it. Do you understand? No matter what you say or do, it will stay on, and there's nothing you can do about it." He turned and went out the door, closing it behind him. She heard the bolt close across the door.

She looked up at her clenched fists locked to the pole above her head. He didn't understand. She had to keep something for herself, some little bit of control over her life. He couldn't see he was taking that last shred of dignity from her. This belt took away the most intimate part of her body and put it in his hands. It was humiliating; she would be reduced to begging him for sex, pleading with him to release her from the belt so she could be used.

She tested the cuffs holding her hands. There was no way she could get them off, she was stuck fast to this pole until he came back. She pressed up against the pole, between her legs. All she could feel was a slight pressure against her waist and groin. The belt did its job well, she was securely covered. Sue Ann jerked at the handcuffs again. She had to get the belt off.

Except she couldn't. Even if her hands were free she knew the belt was on to stay. She leaned against the pole, quietly crying. She couldn't face having to beg him, but she knew the longer she wore this belt, felt it pressing against her, reminding her that he now owned every bit of her, the more she would want him. Calling it a chastity belt was a cruel joke, for if it was intended to keep her free of lust it was having the opposite effect. She wasn't strong enough to fight the need; sooner or later she would be reduced to pitiful begging, doing anything he asked to get him to open this belt and take her.

It had gone so well up to this point, she thought to herself. Now she was back in this room once again bound to the pole. And rightfully so, she knew it had been her fault, she deserved to be here. In one moment she had undone everything. She had disobeyed him, demanded he take the belt off, even yelled at him. All for nothing, she still wore the chastity belt, except now she was being punished for her attitude.

She looked up again at her hands, locked high above her head to the pole. She held onto the retaining ring for the cuffs, trying to give her arms some rest. Her shoulders were already aching from the strain. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to give her leg muscles a rest. At least he hadn't tied her ankles. Looking down she could see the shiny metal shield covering her in front, between her legs. A barrier she could not remove without her master's permission. With a shock she realized she literally could not have sex unless he allowed it. Erotic control was the phrase she had come across in her research. She hadn't thought much about since she thought she would never be in a position where it would apply.

It was no longer some abstract theory she could ignore. Reality was the belt around her waist and between her legs, and the fact she could not hold back that last little bit from him. He wasn't asking, he was taking, and she couldn't stop him. She leaned the side of her head against the pole, softly crying again. She didn't want to stop him, but she couldn't admit to herself what that meant.

She stood up straight, wiping the tears on her arms. No more pretending. These past few days she had been playing out a fantasy, going along with him because it had been fun. The excitement of being captured and held by a strong attractive man had blinded her to the basics. Now she had to face the one fundamental question, could she surrender her life to this man, beyond any doubt give him unlimited control not just of her body but her mind. Could she let him in the deepest recesses where she kept all the fear and pain, the intimate secrets she never told anyone?

She was so lost in thought she didn't hear the door until it swung open. She was startled at the sight of him coming in, then remembering where she was stood up straight with her head down. She knew the answer to her questions. He owned her heart, body, mind, and soul. There would be no more doubts, no more holding back…and no more play-acting.

He could tell something had changed but wasn't sure if it was for the better. She was calm, but did it come from resignation or something else? He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped her face. "I'm sorry it had to be this way Sue Ann, but I could not let it pass. Do you understand how you forced my hand? No matter how close we become, there is a line neither of us can ever cross.

"This evening you crossed the line and so I had to bring you back. That's my job, as your master. There is an absolute that will never change. I am the one in charge, the one who leads. You are the one who obeys, who follows my guidance.

"You have permission to speak." She had been dreading those words, now she had to explain everything. She couldn't hold back because she knew it was important he know everything.

She began by telling him why she had rebelled, the real reason behind it, how she hadn't been serious before now, everything that had gone through her head. Once she started she couldn't seem to stop. All through her speech he stood in front of her quietly, listening to what she told him. She was so intent on opening up to him she forgot all about being bound to the pole. It wasn't until she finished that she realized how sore her arms were.

He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing her wrists. Relief was instantaneous as she was finally able to lower her arms. She rubbed her wrists where the cuffs had left marks. Her legs were stiff from standing still for so long. She hoped he would let her sit down soon.

He reached out and put his hands on her upper arms, "look at me." She heard the calm soothing tone of voice and knew he wasn't angry with her, but she was still too ashamed of what she had done to face him. He lifted up her chin so she had to look him in the eye. "Neither of us is perfect, Sue Ann. I have my demons to face as well. There will be a day I share them with you, but not tonight. Come on, let's go back and finish. I still have some surprises for you. Don't worry; I think you will like them." He took her hand and led her out into the hall. He closed the door to the confinement room and took her back to the bedroom.