© 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback.
"The weirdest thing I've done?" echoed Amy, giggling into her alcopop. "I don't know," she said in defeat.
"Come on," pressed Megan, slumped on the couch next to Amy. "There has to be something that stands out."
"Well," Amy admitted in between drunken laughs, "I've probably done a few things with my last girlfriend that would shock you." She took another sip of her drink.
Megan took another swig of her beer. "Yeah, like what?" A sly grin was beginning to emerge on her deceptively charming face.
"Hell, there's an object of mine that I could show you that you'd think was pretty weird. Kind of an item of clothing."
"Hey, don't change the subject," demanded Megan.
"I'm not," insisted Amy. "She got it custom made for me. Wanna see?"
"Sure," agreed Megan, leaning back contentedly.
"Wait here," said Amy before rising unsteadily off the couch, carefully putting her drink down on the table and dashing into her bedroom. A minute or two later, she walked back into the room carrying a metal object with looped chains dangling from it.
"What is it?" asked Megan, her tone of voice suddenly serious.
Amy paused for a second, plucking up the courage to say the words. "A chastity belt," she declared before passing the device to Megan.
For a few seconds, Megan held it in her hands, taking in its shape and texture. "She made you wear this?" she asked.
"Uh hu," said Amy, almost wistfully. "It was actually kinda fun, knowing I couldn't even pleasure myself without her approval."
"Show me," said Megan, her grin returning. "Put it on."
"Right now?" asked Amy, her voice quivering slightly.
"Yes, right now," said Megan, sounding serious again.
"OK," said Amy, sounding unsure of herself. "Let me just get the key and check it still works."
Amy ran off again to fetch the key. When she came back, she gave it to Megan, who locked then unlocked the device. "It seems fine to me," she declared.
"It should be," said Amy. "It was very expensive. But I just wanted to make sure. I haven't used it in months." She sighed. "You know, since Clea and I split up."
"Go on then," said Megan.
"Go on what?" asked Amy, lost in thought.
"Take your clothes off," ordered Megan, sipping her beer again.
Amy looked at Megan. Judging by her facial expression, she meant it. Trembling slightly, Amy slid her clothes off, one by one. Megan had seen her less than fully clothed before - Amy often walked around naked except for a towel after coming out of their shower - but she'd never seen her in a sexual context. She'd certainly never ordered her to strip. She felt so nervous, but at the same time, it made her feel truly alive for the first time in months. The first time since she'd become single again.
Amy noticed Megan raise her eyebrows as she slid her underwear off, revealing her shaven mons venus. Suddenly a wave of embarrassment washed over her.
"Nice," said Megan, grinning. Amy felt her cheeks turn bright red.
Leaving her clothes in a neat pile on the floor, Amy looked nervously at the belt Megan was holding. Megan offered it to her, and she clasped it with trembling hands. Very carefully, she stepped into it, slid it up her smooth legs and wrapped it around her waist. Fumbling only slightly, she managed to click everything into place.
Megan slithered off the couch, kneeling in front of Amy. She put the key in the lock, turned it, and slid it back out again. "Is that it?" she asked.
"That's it," said Amy.
"You really can't take it off?" asked Megan as she inspected Amy's chastity belt, tugging at various parts.
"Well, I've got a spare key in the box, but that's it."
Megan stopped her probing instantly. "Give it to me," she demanded.
"Why?" giggled Amy.
"Because I want to have a little fun with you," replied Megan, standing up to delicately brush a lock of Amy's hair behind her ear. For a second, Amy gazed into her eyes, lost in their detail. They were a deep brown and perfectly matched the colour of her hair, only more vibrant. More intense. Megan was slightly taller than her, and Amy had to admit that she was very attractive. Clea had always assured Amy that she was irresistably cute herself, from her curly hair to her soft cheeks, but she could only rarely see it when she looked in the mirror. Megan, on the other hand, was attractive in a much more immediate way.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, Amy left the room again, then trotted obediently back with an identical key.
"So what now?" she asked, handing Megan the spare key.
"Put your clothes back on," said Megan as if it was a stupid question. "It's far too cold to go trapsing around like that." As she sipped some more of her beer, a smile crept onto her face.
Lying on her bed, Amy slowly opened her eyes. It must have been late in the morning, as warm sunlight was filtering through the blinds already. She looked around. There was no one in the room with her. She let out a sigh, relieved that she hadn't woken up next to a naked woman after a night spent drinking. Suddenly, she realised something firm was pressing gently against her hips. She moved her hands down to examine it.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed as the details of the previous night came flooding back to her. How dare Megan take advantage of her like that! She quickly slid her pyjamas on and stormed over to Megan's room, knocking on her door loudly before opening it and striding in to find Megan lying in bed.
"What?" asked a bleary-eyed Megan as she moved her head up slightly to squint at her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" demanded Amy.
"Trying to sleep?" guessed Megan.
"I'm talking about this!" shouted Amy, pulling her pyjama bottoms down for a few seconds to give her roommate a glimpse of the gleaming metal beneath them.
Megan's eyes widened as her lips twisted into the familiar grin. "Oh, that thing," she said. "It's just a bit of fun."
"Well I'm not in the mood to play any of your stupid games right now. I'd like the keys back," said Amy, stretching out her hand to receive them.
"No way." Megan shook her head and sat upright, pulling the duvet up to cover her breasts. "I'm not giving them back anywhere near so easily. Where's the fun in that?"
"Fun? You think this is fun?" screamed Amy. "You always do this! You always manipulate people into doing whatever you want them to for your sick little mind games. Well it's not going to work on me, not this time. Read my lips: I'm not enjoying this. I'm not playing one of your little games." She spoke the next words slowly and carefully, trying to sound calm. "Give me the keys back."
"Or you'll do what, exactly?" asked Megan. "Go running off to a locksmith? I'm sure you wouldn't feel at all embarrassed having to do that." After a few seconds had passed with little more than vague stammering in the way of a reply, she continued. "Do you know why I'm not giving them back to you yet?"
"No," said Megan, her voice weaker. She put her hand back down.
"Because I know that deep down inside, you don't want me to give them back to you this easily. You want me to dominate you just as much as I want to do it. More, probably. You're the one who kept that chastity belt. It's pretty obvious that you wanted to use it again. Right now, I'm the only one who can let you do that properly."
Amy suddenly felt vulnerable as Megan gazed at her.
"When I told you to give me the spare key, you could have said no," continued Megan. "You could have told me to get lost, but you didn't. You gave it to me. Maybe you won't admit it to yourself right now, but you're enjoying this. Below that angry facade of yours, you're secretly delighted that I've decided to play this much needed role in your life. Admittedly, it's just a fun game for me, but I'm still fulfilling that role. You, on the other hand, need this. You need me." She smiled warmly. "I'll give the keys back to you when I feel like it, not a moment before. Now go and do something else for a bit while I get some sleep." With that, she plopped her head back on the pillow.
Amy just stood by the door, her mouth hanging open. Eventually she managed to say "this isn't over," her voice practically breaking up, before turning around and leaving.
"Close the door behind you," murmured Megan.
Amy slammed it shut.
Amy locked herself in her room for the rest of the morning. She only emerged once Megan had left to go shopping for a few hours. How could Megan possibly think she was enjoying this? She had to get the keys back, with or without her permission.
It was Saturday, so Amy had no job to go to. She put on a tight t-shirt and black jeans, but beneath them she could still feel the steel constantly clasping her, keeping her locked away. It was all she could think about as she made her way to Megan's room.
Amy opened each of Megan's bedside drawers in turn, for the fifth time. They had to be here somewhere, unless Megan had taken them with her. She could just picture her wearing a discreet necklace under her top, the keys to her draped over her cleavage. If that's where they were, there was no way she would get them back by taking them. She shuddered at the implication of groping the woman who was filling her with anger and frustration.
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