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**Fair warning....this story, as it progresses, may become too.....ummmmm
suggestive for some. So remember your delete button is at hand.**<br>
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A small box was waiting for her the following week. Pastel colored paper
with dancing butterflies gave evidence that he had paid attention to her
interests and preferences, even in such small ways. When she opened the
box she was intrigued to find a set of three long silver chains, joined
together in a pattern she couldn't quite fathom. And the small silver lock
was a complete puzzle, especially since it was taped open as if for a specific
reason. The accompanying letter made everything clear. If she held the chains
up, they would form a belt of sorts, with one small addition. One of the
chains was to slide up between her legs, dangling down far enough to keep
it from riding too high, but snug enough so that when she sat down it would
pull taunt. The open lock was to be closed around the ends of the other two
chains that formed the belt, locking it in place around her waist, to ensure
that she wore it at all times. He explained that only he had the key, and
only he would determine when or if it was to be unlocked. He also told her
to email him each day and describe in intimate detail, exactly how it felt
to wear his chain. <br>
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She wrote and told him how cold it felt when she first slipped it on, but
that it quickly warmed against her skin....and how it tickled her thighs
when she walked. She wanted him to know that sometimes it got tangled and
she would have to carefully walk to a rest room or other private place, so
she could untangle it to stop the tugging pain. And how it was an ever-present
reminder of him, when she showered and took special care to soap it up and
rinse it off, and when she slept at night it rubbed between her thighs. She
teased him with the graphic description of how much she liked it and why.
It was suggestive of things she had only ever read about. And wasn't quite.......
sure about. Was it only in playfulness or was there more behind it? Symbolism
can be so subjective. Was she submitting to more than she realized? She
shivered as she wondered....... <br>
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He sent her teasing inquisitive email asking her if she was enjoying the
subtle presence of his chain......and to anticipate the time he would use
the key to open the lock. <br>
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