Chapter Fourteen
Damn Chastity!
“Alain, you have no idea!” she whined into the phone unhappily. It had now been twenty-four hours and she was already sick of the master’s chastity belt – or cage, or however the hell Lawrence referred to the nasty contraption that kept her hands away from her perpetually spasming p***y.
“You’re having a problem?” Alain asked, calm as ever.
“I hate this damn thing!”
“You mean the chastity belt?”
“Yes, I mean the chastity belt.”
“Then you’re just resisting its charm.”
“Oh, be serious!” she glowered.
“I am serious.” And he sounded as if he were. “You need to ratchet down the gloom and doom, take some time to calm yourself and you will adjust.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll be miserable.” He was not budging an inch. “Although I’d rather not see you
