Email

Hi Bill,

I need your help. Please come to my place at 21 Acacia Drive.

Let yourself in, and come down to the basement. The keys are in my top drawer.

I know this is a strange request, but it is vitally important that you do this as soon as humanly possible. I will be eternally in your debt.

Love, Sandy.

Odd. I re-read the email from one of my programmers.

“Dave, have you seen Sandy this morning?” Dave sat near Sandy’s desk, and they worked closely together.

“No. Haven’t heard from her either. She usually emails if she’s sick.”

I discretely opened Sandy’s drawer and retrieved the promised key ring. “I’m sure she’ll turn up,” I said, pocketing the keys. “By the way, I have to go out for a while.”

I drove to the address. Getting no answer when I knocked on the door, I let myself in. Down in the basement, having turned on the lights, I spied a note taped to the door at the far end.

“In here,” it said. The door wasn’t locked, but the room was completely dark, apart from what light was entering through the doorway.

“Bill, is that you?” It was Sandy’s voice. I fumbled for a light switch, found it, and surveyed what lay before me.

“Are you alright?” Sandy was a mess. But it was what she was wearing that astonished me. Heavy steel cuffs linked her ankles with a short chain. Her wrists were similarly chained and a heavy collar encircled her neck.

The rest of her attire was no less … interesting. Steel orbs enclosed her breasts, and what looked like steel panties covered her privates. A chastity belt?

“The spanner is over there,” she said, gesturing toward the corner of the room. It was needed to unbolt the cuffs and collar. She couldn’t reach it herself because of the chain depending from her collar, which engaged a magnetic lock, normally used to secure doors.

It dawned on me that if the lock was automatically disengaged, she would have been able to escape. But it hadn’t. Instead, she had remained locked to the wall. She had obviously allowed for that; there was a bucket of water and a roll of toilet paper to allow her to relieve herself, and several bottles of water.

“Did you do this to yourself?”

Silence. She just hung her head in shame.

I unbolted her wrist and ankle cuffs. I was about to undo her collar, but paused.

“Look, I know you did this to yourself. The question now is why, and why are you still here?”

More silence, so I continued, “You sent that email on Saturday. Have you been here since then?”

She nodded.

“Then why did you send it to me?”

I wasn’t getting anything out of her, so I decided to lay it on the line. “Look, I’m not unbolting that collar unless you talk to me.”

Finally, she spoke. “Because I wanted you.”

This sent my head spinning. She looked as if she was clamming up again, but she had admitted something she clearly hadn’t wanted to. I unbolted her collar.

“You stink,” I said. “How about having a shower and something to eat, and then we’ll talk.”

I fixed her a large breakfast and coffee while she showered. Presently she re-appeared, wearing a bathrobe, but looking a little more composed. She wolfed down the breakfast, making me go for more toast. She hadn’t had a square meal all weekend, and was ravenous.

“So, start at the beginning, and tell me what happened.”

With food in her, she started to open up.

“I programmed the computer to let me go after a random time. I got it to pick a number between one and ten. If it picked one to nine, that’s how many hours I would be trapped for.”

“And if it picked ten?”

“Then it would keep me for up to a week, and email you.”

“Why me?”

“It was something you said, months ago. I thought at the time that only someone who shared my … interests would say that.”

She had me. In fact I remembered what it was that I had said, and that at the time I thought I was sailing close to the wind. Alcohol had been involved. And even now, my mind had been battling between being concerned for Sandy’s well-being, and being seriously turned on by her plight.

“Okay, you got me pegged. But why didn’t you just come and talk to me?”

“I tried to. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“So you rigged up this elaborate arrangement so you’d have to get me involved?”

“Actually, I set this up over a year ago. It was only recently that I added the bit to make you rescue me.”

“Did you do this before?”

“Once. It let me out after two hours. You see, I just wanted a small chance of having to call you. It added to the excitement. I didn’t really expect it would actually do it.”

“I would have thought that you of all people would have a good handle on how probabilities work!”

“Well, yes, I do, but longer odds didn’t sound right. By the way, can I have my keys?”

I took them out of my pocket, then paused. “What is this key for?” I asked, referring to the second key on the ring.

I was expecting her to say it was her garage door key or something. Instead, she suddenly looked terribly embarrassed.

“You’d better explain or you won’t be getting these back.”

“Um, It’s the key to my safe.”

“And what is in the safe?”

Another bashful pause. “Keys to these!” She opened her bathrobe to reveal that she still wore her metal underwear. “The computer generated the combination, I keyed it in and locked the keys away. The combination is too long to remember, so it was supposed to re-display it after random time. That way, even after I’d been released, I might still have to wait before … uh playing any further.”

I could see where this was going … “unless it rolled a ten, right?”

“Yes. Now I’ll have to open it with the key and reset the safe.”

Something didn’t add up. “But why did you stop it from letting you out if it called me? Unless …”

She flushed red.

“… you wanted me to take the keys.”

She hung her head.

“You should be careful of what you wish for. Where is the safe?”

She led me to her den. I unlocked the safe, and there inside were her precious keys. I was about to reach in and take them, but then I had a better idea.

“Sandy, would you give me the keys?”

She looked at me, slightly puzzled for a moment. Then she reached into the safe and retrieved the keys, placing them on my outstretched hand, hesitating before letting them go. We both of stared at them for several seconds, digesting the implications of the transaction that had just taken place, before I closed my fingers around them, and slipped the keys into my pocket.

“Um, Bill …” Sandy sounded like she’d just realised something.

“Yes?”

“I need to open the belt.”

“Really? Now why would you, uh, need to open it now?”

“Because there’s a vibrating dildo inside.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“The batteries ran out ages ago.” A pause. “You didn’t think I locked myself up in the basement with nothing to keep me interested, did you?”

I thought for a moment about refusing her request, but could see no reason to do so. Except one. “If I do, can I be sure you’ll lock it up again?

She reached into her desk drawer, and retrieved a pair of handcuffs. “Hold these,” she said as she handed me the keys to the cuffs, and secured her hands behind her back.

“There, now, can you please remove the dildo from inside me?”

This was moving awfully fast. “Are you sure?” I asked. “This all feels a little, uh, inappropriate. I am your boss, after all.”

“Yeah, I’m really sure I want that thing out now.”

Hesitatingly, I unlocked the belt. The crotch piece dropped away without detaching the waist belt, and for the first time in two days, Sandy’s pussy was free of its metal enclosure, revealing the end of the dildo. I considered for a moment pulling it out quickly and locking her up again straight away, but the situation was just too inviting. Slowly, I pulled the dildo from where it had been seated. I wiped it down with a tissue, and then used the end of it to stroke her slit and clitoris. She smiled, and sighed.

Then I took the crotch cover and locked it back into place.

“You tease!” she accused me. I unlocked her handcuffs.

“Look, I need to get back to work,” I told her. “I’ll tell everyone you called me and said you were sick.” I dangled her keys, including her house key, in front of her. “But I’ll be back tonight.

“Then we can discuss just how much your life has changed.”

 

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