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That night, between tossing and turning in the tub, I finished consuming not only the foul mixture she had left, but also another donation from Mistress, along with one of my own movements. I found it wickedly pleasant that I was able to finish all of my cuisine without puking.
"Wake up! Out of the tub, on your knees slave!" I climbed out of the tub and knelt before my now spotless glass bowl. She looked into the toilet bowl. "You've cleaned your bowl without throwing up. I'm a little surprised. Very good, slave. Did it taste good, slave?"
"No, Mistress, but I am getting used to the taste."
"Good, did mine taste better than yours?"
I thought that, in this instance, diplomacy would serve me better than the truth, "Yes, Mistress, yours tasted much better."
Mistress looked into my eyes and chuckled, "You little liar. Okay, wash up, go down and cook me some breakfast."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and rinsed out my mouth. I then left to prepare Mistress' breakfast.
At the bottom of the steps, I noticed that a note had been slipped under the front door. I picked it up and crawled back up the stairs. "Excuse me Mistress, but I found this under the front door."
Mistress took the note from me, read it and said, "Well slave, we're in luck. This note is from Samuel, he says the belt will be ready about 2 o'clock."
I spent the rest of the morning attending to Mistress. I cooked her breakfast, bathed and dressed her. I kept thinking about the chastity belt, and I found myself looking forward to wearing it. She had me bathe and put on the same clothes I had worn the day before, but without the garter belt and stockings. Again I was naked beneath my clothes.
We took a cab to Fifth Avenue, where the jewelry shop was located. I opened the door then fol-lowed Mistress to the counter. The saleswoman walked over and, with an upturned nose, looked past Mistress and asked, "May I help you Miss?"
"Yes, we're here to see Mr. Krafft," replied Mistress.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Krafft is a very busy man. Is there something I can do for you?"
Mistress leaned over the counter and placed her face directly in front of the clerk. "Listen bitch, I have an appointment with Samuel, who happens to be a good friend of mine. If I'm not in his office in thirty seconds, you are going to be looking for a new job."
The clerk stared into Mistress's eyes for about five seconds, then she backed down. "Yes, Ma'am." She left. We she returned, her face was beet red. "Follow me please, Miss."
We followed the clerk into Mr. Krafft's office, where he meet us. "Hello, hello. Come in. It turned out better than I thought." As soon as Mistress entered the office she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I fell to my knees. The clerk snorted in disgust as she closed the door.
"Strip, then stand."
"Yes, Mistress."
Mr. Krafft continued, "This is made in four pieces. The belt is made in two pieces, which are locked together with two padlocks. Then there is a front and rear codpiece which hook onto the belt and padlocks together at the bottom."
Mr. Krafft hooked the codpieces onto the belts and padlocked the belt around my waist. He then padlocked the two codpieces together at the bottom. It fit perfectly. The edges of the codpieces were turned in so that they fit tightly in the crease formed by the top of my legs and my crotch. Mistress tugged on the belt, but it fit so well that it didn't move. She tried to use her fingers to get to my clit, but she could barely get the tips of her fingers in.
"Is it comfortable, slave?"
"Oh yes, Mistress, I barely notice it."
"Good."
Mistress led me over to a full length mirror that had been placed along one wall. She stood behind me and whispered into my ear, "Beautiful, simply beautiful."
I had never thought of myself as particularly beautiful, but as I looked into the mirror, I had to agree with her. I couldn't believe that the craftsmen had been able to create this work of art in less than a day. The black collar around my neck contrasted with the silver belt. The details of the silver hand, which now held my sex and protected it from any assault, were very fine and intricate. There were actually five individual fingers attached to the hand. The knuckles and finger-nails were well defined.
"How much Samuel?"
Mr. Krafft looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to charge you fifteen hundred dollars May." I could buy two cars for that.
"Don't apologize Samuel, it's beautiful. It's worth twice that." She took my checkbook from her purse, handed it to me, and said, "On your knees and write him a check, slave."
I too thought it was worth more, so I wrote the check for two thousand dollars. While I wrote the check Samuel handed Mistress a heavy gauge gold chain which held the key to the padlocks. Mistress placed the chain around her neck.
Standing behind me Mistress said under her breath, "Very good slave. You‟re making me very proud. Now, after apologizing that his will be the first cock you've sucked, I want you to take Samuel's cock out, and suck him off."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I crawled over to him and, as I fumbled with his fly, I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Krafft, but this is the first time I've sucked a cock."
"That's okay, dear," he said.
As soon as I wrestled his fly open, his cock sprung out. It was bigger than the boy's.
"Lick it for a few minutes, slave," Mistress instructed.
"Yes, Mistress." I licked his cock. It smelled of urine and tasted slightly salty.
"Now lick his balls."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now take the tip of his cock into your mouth and suck on it."
"Yes, Mistress." Mr. Krafft started to pant.
"Now take more of his cock into your mouth. Keep sucking him. Also, lick the shaft with your tongue."
"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled around his now rock hard cock.
Mr. Krafft put his hands on the top of my head. I found it very uncomfortable.
Mistress said, "Go ahead, Samuel fuck her face. Just because she's never sucked a cock before doesn't mean she's not a slut."
Mr. Krafft tightened his grip on my head and started thrusting his cock into my mouth. He shoved it into the back of my mouth, and started forcing it down my throat. I started to gag on it.
Mistress noticed the difficulty I was having, and slapped me on my ass. "You had best learn to take it down your throat, you cocksucker. He's not that big." She slapped me again. "And so help you God, if you bite his, or any other, cock."
He may not have seemed large to Mistress, but going down my throat, he was massive. Mr. Krafft started panting faster.
"I want you to cum in her mouth so she tastes your spunk."
"Yes, yes, yes." Holding my head with one hand, he pulled his cock out of my throat positioning the tip in my mouth. He then took his other hand and started jacking himself off. Suddenly cum exploded from his cock, filling my mouth. Before I could swallow it all, some of leaked between my lips and started to run down my chin.
I moved my hand to clean it off but Mistress said, "No, leave it there. That way everyone will know you're a cum drinking whore."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"Lick his cock clean."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now put in back in his pants, and thank him."
As I put his cock away, I said, "Thank you very much for allowing me to suck your cock."
"You‟re welcome my dear. You did a good job for you first time."
"Thank you, sir."
"I hate to cover you up, but unless you want to get arrested, you had better get dressed slave."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I put my clothes on.
"Goodbye, Samuel. Thank you again, the belt is very beautiful. I'm sorry, but we must get going. On your feet, slave."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I opened the door and followed her out of the store.