Free A is for… by L Dubois Page B

riled up and thinking of me while you wait.”
    The chastity belt was made of a curved, flat piece of hard plastic, shaped like a teardrop and covered in leather. It was positioned over her sex and held in place by metal-studded straps. The narrow end of the hard piece was positioned between her legs, covering the entrance to her sex. He fastened it, making sure the rear strap was wedged firmly between the cheeks of her ass.
    “Bring me something I can write on you with.”
    Walking carefully, Anna went to the bathroom. The chastity belt actually provided some stimulus. It was pressed against her in a way that made her intensely aware of her pussy lips rubbing over her clit, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough to make her orgasm.
    She brought him waterproof liquid eyeliner. He looked at it the way he would a grenade. Anna hid her smile and opened it for him. He drew a large black “A” on her breast, then turned her and wrote something on her ass.
    “Master?” she twisted, trying to see what was there.
    “I added my initials, just in case.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “I have one more thing. You’re not going to like it.” Master Jensen picked up a posture collar off the table.
    Anna fell back a step. “M-master?”
    “I know you. After an hour you’ll start thinking about your life outside of here. I don’t want that. I want you to feel and know that the waiting is part of the game.”
    “But the belt—”
    “The chastity belt is for me, so I know no one can touch you. The collar is for you.”
    Anna curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to refuse him.
    “Come here, Anna.”
    “Master, please. I won’t—”
    “I gave you an order. I will have you caged and collared if you’re having trouble remembering who is in charge here.”
    “No. Master.”
    “Lift your hair.”
    With trembling fingers, Anna lifted her hair away from her neck. The posture collar was prettier than most, with bands of metal connected to plates at the front and back. The plate at the back had a hinge, while the front had a series of metal closures. He slid it around her neck and closed it with a small click. It was wider in front, dipping down to touch the top of her breastbone.
    “You will be careful while you wear this.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He pulled a small Allen-wrench-like key from his pocket and used it to screw the fastenings together. There were no buckles, no safety latches. He’d fastened her in and only the key he held could get her out. Anna trembled, her eyes on the far wall. The posture collar kept her chin raised a fraction higher than was comfortable. She could still talk, and turn her head a limited amount.
    “Look at me.”
    Anna met her Master’s gaze. He stroked her cheek. “I know you hate it, but you’re beautifully submissive when you wear it.”
    It was true. Though her arms and legs were free, she felt as bound as if she were hanging from the ceiling in rope.
    “I’m happy to please you, Master.”
    He squeezed her breast.
    “I need to prepare for the rest of our day. Go to the Subs’ Garden. You aren’t allowed to view any other play sessions, or to leave the garden. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He kissed her hard and deep. “Good. Go.”
    Arousal still humming through her, Anna left their room. She hoped he didn’t make her wait too long.

Chapter Seven
    By the time he called for her, Anna was so lost in her own head that she almost didn’t hear the announcement. It wasn’t until another one of the subs touched her shoulder that she realized what was happening.
    “Sub Anna. Orion Room,” the metallic voice droned.
    She rose, leaving behind the half eaten plate of food someone had brought her. Head held high—because she didn’t have any other choice—she made her way through Las Palmas. She had no way of ignoring the Masters and Doms who examined her as she passed. The “A” on her breast let them know what was going to happen to her, while the chastity belt made sure