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Alice and the G-Belt By Charlotte Dickles I am just not one of those guys who can generally start chatting up a woman in a pub at nine pm, and be shagging the arse off her by midnight. I simply don't have the techniques, or the confidence, or whatever to do it. So if someone had asked me of my chances of scoring on that cold, Monday evening in late November, as I left the railway station at the end of a delayed, four-hour journey on a train with no heating or buffet car, my answer would have been that they must be out of their tiny mind. Even after I decided that, rather than immediately taking the twenty-minute walk home to an empty house, I would go into the bar at the Palace Hotel and have a pint and a bar snack, the thought of even seeing an attractive member of the opposite sex simply didn't come into it. Out of season, the Palace was normally deserted, but occasionally a coach load of pensioners, would make an overnight stop. Had I entered the bar ten minutes after I did, I might well have turned around and gone somewhere else. But it was deserted when I walked in, bought a pint of their best bitter - and one of the attractions of that bar was the quality of its bitter - and ordered scampi and chips. As I was plonking myself down on one of the settees next to the huge fireplace, the first couple of pensioners walked in, immediately followed by another. By the time I'd let the heat from the log fire - and that was the other main attraction of the place - warm me through, and taken a couple of sips of beer, there were dozens of them in there, queuing three deep at the bar or sitting down wherever they could find a seat. 'I'm sorry if we're disturbing your peace.' I hadn't even noticed the younger woman walking in - she was so tiny she'd been hidden behind a couple of eighty-year olds. She must have been late twenties - say five or six years younger than me. I guess many men would have thought her very attractive, but to be honest, she didn't pull any strings for me. You see, I like big women. Now I'm not talking breast size in particular, as I realised a long time ago that beggars can't be choosers. But when I see someone who's within an inch or two of my five- feet-nine, my senses awaken with a 'Zing!' If she's wearing heels which push her to my height or slightly higher than me, I'm in heaven. And I really don't follow the fashion that says that women must look slightly thinner than a broomstick. Give me a woman with a pleasant roundness, anytime. So, I was hardly thinking about instant leg-over as I smiled back at the five-feet-nothing girl, the size and shape of a twelve-year-old child. I may even have idly wondered why anyone would be a paedophile when they could have legal sex with an adult woman who looked so childlike. 'That's no problem. There's room for us all,' I replied to her and, as a couple of wrinklies squeezed in next to me, I added, with a grin at them, 'Just about.' She was the courier for the coach party, I realised, in her bright-red skirt and jacket, over a white blouse with a motif on the pocket, and a matching red clipboard with a sheath of papers attached. 'I promise we'll be gone in a few minutes, but first - I hope you don't mind - I need to give a short briefing.' She plonked her clipboard on the low table in front of me, raised her voice and said, 'OK everybody. Could I have your attention, please?' For a tiny person, she could make an incredible amount of noise, and the pensioners ceased chatting as abruptly as if she had unexpectedly switched off their pacemakers. 'I hope you've all settled into your rooms, alright, and as usual, if there are any problems with them, please visit Reception first. If Reception can't or won't help - and they are usually very obliging in this hotel - then come and see me.' She swept her head around the room to make certain everyone was paying attention, and had picked up her inference that if there was anything wrong with the room, they were on their own. It was at that moment that I noticed her shoes: the heels must have been almost five inches high! Now, if there is one disadvantage of dating taller women, it's that they simply cannot wear high-heels without looking stupid - one or two inches is about the limit. But clearly, this woman needed every inch she could to add to her height, and she had taken heel-height to the limit. Her foot was only slightly longer than the heel was high, and it curved so sharply downwards that it looked both extremely uncomfortable and highly erotic at the same time. Such shoes do marvellous things for legs, and she had the best legs I had ever seen on a woman - they may have been short, but hell, they were shapely. 'Tomorrow,' she continued, 'we shall be leaving the hotel at nine am, so please have your cases placed in the corridor outside your doors, ready for collection, by eight-thirty at the latest. Now, are there any questions before I tell you about the arrangements in the dining room?' She'd said it in a way that suggested questions were not only unnecessary, but extremely unwelcome - in fact, her entire speech had hardly impressed me as having the best interests of her customers at heart - but one fearless, little, old lady spoke up. 'What time do we arrive at Bath tomorrow? Will it be too late to get to the shops?' 'There should be a little time for shopping. We arrive at?' she turned around to scoop up her clipboard, and that's when it happened. As she reached down, so I noticed her blouse was open considerably lower than most women would wear it - only a woman with little or no cleavage could get away with that. And as she stretched out for the clipboard, another feature that only a small-breasted woman could get away with became apparent. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see a small, pink nipple! Zing! My senses were suddenly on full alert. She realised my position just as her fingers closed over the clipboard, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine, which - too late - were hurriedly being averted from that forbidden view. She quickly raised herself upright, her nipples safely out of sight, but all of a sudden they again made their presence felt by thrusting against the material of her blouse. Zing! Zing! Including the time for her to turn back to her audience, the whole episode could not have taken more than a few seconds to play out, but the scene was indelibly etched in my mind. I studied the audience as she started to speak. Surely, they would all notice her protruding nipples, and start pointing at her, or making little jokes to their friends. 'Yes, we arrive in Bath around four-fifteen. Now, if there are no more questions, let me tell you about the dining-room. There are two, long tables laid out for us?' Incredibly, no one appeared to have noticed her organ-stop nipples - they all seemed far more concerned with getting into the dining-room before the food had disappeared. 'Finally, if anyone wants to see me this evening, I shall be in the bar here for another half hour, therefore see me before you go into the dining-room. OK? So, if you'd like to make your way through to the dining-room?' The bar cleared of everyone in about twenty seconds, flat. 'I hope my presence enlivened your evening.' She had turned back to me. By now, those mischievous nipples had become almost indistinguishable behind her loose-fitting blouse - not that I looked, of course. I considered my response. I wasn't certain whether she was sarcastically expressing her annoyance, or simply making light conversation to cover an embarrassing event. This was the moment when I could get my face slapped and my scampi and chips, which the waiter was just laying before me, tipped into my lap. Or perhaps we could have a laugh about the event. Have you noticed that, even then, when I'd seen her bra-less nipple and the obvious affect that my candid glance had upon her, and still I was only thinking about having a laugh with her? That probably explains a lot about my past life! 'I'm surprised the majority of your coach party don't die of heart attacks during the tour, with a sex-bomb like you in charge of them.' She laughed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It had been the right approach. 'Most of them are a long-time past looking at a woman's nipple,' she said, 'they're far too concerned about getting into the dining-room before all the food's gone. Do you mind if I have a chip?' Before waiting for my reply, she picked the largest chip from my plate and fed it into her mouth in a manner I found highly erotic. She had, I noted, very long fingernails, painted the same colour as her jacket and skirt. I had a mental image of those fingernails digging into my back, as she pulled me on top of her, and wrapped those wonderfully muscular legs around me. For the first time that evening, I had thought about sex! 'Mmm, that's good,' she said. 'Look, it's going to take ages to get any more food from the kitchen, now that my lot are in the dining-room. Would you mind awfully if I shared your meal - and to make up for it, I'll buy you another beer?' Ten minutes previously, I'd have told her I was tired and hungry; all I wanted was a pint and a meal, and to get home to switch on TV. So if she wanted food, she could piss off and buy it herself. Instead, I said, 'Of course you can share. But let *me* get you a drink. What would you like?' *** It seemed only a few minutes later that Alice glanced at her watch and said, 'Hey! It's almost eight. My lot will be leaving the dining-room soon. I'd better go, otherwise they'll start pestering me with all their trivial enquiries.' I was desperately trying to think of some witty words to keep her as she gathered her clipboard and handbag, as a prelude to standing up. But she was the first to speak. 'Look,' she said. 'I *would* invite you up to my room, but I'm strictly *not* a one-night-stand person.' Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I thought, but aloud I said, 'I understand completely. It's been really nice talking?' 'The point is,' Alice said, 'I'm doing the same tour next week, and I shall be back here next Monday. So if we were to agree that we had a? seven-day relationship? well, that wouldn't be a one-night-stand, would it? So we could go up to my room now.' 'Sorry?' There must be some kind of catch in what she'd said. 'You're saying that if we agree to see each other in one week's time, then you'd be happy for us to go up to your room together now?' 'Well, not quite. It's not just about meeting up next Monday. A relationship means a lot more. It means you're faithful to the other person - that you don't screw around for the rest of the week.' 'I don't think I'm very likely to be screwing around?' I started to say, when she vehemently interjected. 'But that's not the point, Philip. Just suppose some drop-dead gorgeous woman comes up to you tomorrow and says, ?I must have sex with you, Philip,? a relationship with me means that you would say ?No?. Do you understand?' 'Well, yes. Of course I understand,' I said, 'and of course I would say ?No?.' Wouldn't I? It would be nice to be offered the temptation. 'You're certain you mean that, Philip? You're happy that no one else will get a look-in at your willy for a whole week?' 'Absolutely,' I said, and added, 'So? shall we go upstairs?' 'There are a couple of other things we need to get cleared up before we do,' she said. Shit! Shit! Shit! 'What's that, Alice?' 'Well, it's with me being so small. I can't bear being crushed underneath. I have to be on top, all the time. Is that agreed?' Ecstasy! 'Of course.' I nodded furiously. That was a condition I could well live with. 'Was there something else?' She smiled. 'This all sounds so clinical, agreeing all the terms before we get to touch each other, don't you think? But I do think it's better to sort out these things first, rather than argue about them later.' I nodded again. If she didn't get on with it soon, I would be coming in my pants. 'The final thing,' she said, 'is that I do so hate five-minute sex.' So do I, I thought. The problem was to delay my ejaculation for more than five minutes. 'That's another advantage of me being on top,' Alice said. 'I'll control the pace, if you're happy with that. I suggest that we plan to finish at about midnight, which gives us four hours of continuous sex. Do you think that's adequate?' Hell! That would be a record! 'That sounds very satisfactory,' I said. 'Great!' she said. 'In that case, we have a relationship. Look, I don't want the hotel to know I'm having a visitor to my room, so why don't I go up now, and you follow in about ten minutes. Room 368. Alright? Oh and please go to the toilet before you come up. There's nothing worse than getting all excited and then you needing to go for a wee and not being able to, the way men do. Do you know what I mean?' I did. *** 'Right. Come in. Take your clothes off and put them on the chair over there. Then you can lie on the bed.' 'Right,' I said. I was used to a bit more foreplay before getting to that point, but if this led to four hours of continuous sex, who was I to complain? I did as she bid. 'Excellent,' she said, letting her satin dressing-gown slip to the floor, and then climbing up onto the bed and kneeling astride my legs. She eyed my prick standing stiffly to attention. 'Right, I think we'll start off with a bit of oral, don't you?' 'Yes please,' I said. 'Excellent,' she said again. Then she swivelled forward and came up the bed on her hands and knees, until her tiny torso was right over my head. Her breasts, I noticed, were barely little mounds, with nipples the size of my thumbs. I was about to raise my mouth to her nipple when she sat upright on my chest; then she was kneeling astride my head; then she had wriggled forward until her cunt was almost touching my mouth. 'OK, get going,' she said, leaning her torso right back, and ramming her cunt down over my mouth. It was only after I'd been licking her out for about ten minutes and she'd had her first orgasm of the evening that I realised my hands were tied to the bedposts. 'Mmmm! Stp!' I said, her cunt muffling my words. 'Nvr greed t any bondge. Tek it ov.' 'Oh Philip!' She sat upright, removing her vagina from my mouth. 'Don't be such a prude. You agreed that I would control the pace. How do you think a slip of a girl like me could stop a bloke like you, once his loins are indicating it's time to squirt semen into vagina? It would be flatly impossible.' She wriggled down my torso until her twat was rubbing against my cock. But the angle was all wrong, and when I tried to thrust upwards, my prick simply slid past her bum. 'How long could I keep this game up, if your hands weren't tied to the bedposts?' She had a point. She slid down the bed until her mouth was able to suck one of my balls. I gasped. 'Enjoying it? Good, because I promise you that I'm not into inflicting pain whilst you're tied up, only in giving you the best sex you ever had. If you have a problem with that, then it's not too late to call everything off. I'll release your hands, and you can get dressed and go home. But if you *do* want the best sex ever, then stay where you are, and just lay back and enjoy it.' She sucked my ball a little more. 'So, what's it to be Philip. Do you want to go home, or do you want to stay tied up?' 'OK, you win,' I said. 'That wasn't the question, Philip.' She allowed her tongue to trace a line from the base to the tip of my shift. 'I want to stay tied up,' I said. 'Excellent,' she said. 'In that case, let's secure your feet.' In thirty seconds, I was spread-eagled across the bed, and then she took out of her suitcase one of those straps they have on lorries for tensioning cargo. She threw the one end under the bed and then passed it back over my hips, just next to my genitals. She fastened the two ends together then started winching in the tension, until I was compressed into the mattress and totally incapable of thrusting upward with my hips. 'That's so much better, Philip. As a reward, do you want to penetrate me, now?' 'Oh, yes please.' She squatted over my prick and then slowly - oh so slowly - lowered herself down on me. She was right though; without the strap across my hips, I'd have been violently thrusting into her, and probably have ejaculated in the time it took her to slide all the way down my shaft. 'Was that good, Philip?' 'Oh, God! Yes!' Then she was pulling herself off my shaft until it was almost popping out, then sliding slowly down again. 'That's enough of that, for the time being,' she said. 'Oh God!' I muttered. I'd been on the point of coming, and she'd noticed. *** It was half-past nine by the alarm clock on the bedside table before I was allowed to have my first orgasm. She'd had wave after wave of massive orgasms whilst I'd watched, moaning in frustration. I had beseeched her and implored her to make me come, and finally, she said that I might be permitted to orgasm, provided that I begged to drink my semen afterwards. I'd have been no good in the torture chamber. I simply said, 'Alice, please, please, please, I'll do it.' 'You've got to use the right words,' she teased. 'Repeat after me - I want to swallow gobfulls of semen.' 'I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said. And, during my most tremendous orgasm ever, I'd squirted gallons of semen deep inside her cunt. Then, she'd knelt astride my face, parted her pussy lips, and let the semen dribble down into my open mouth. Drinking my own cum took a bit of getting used to, but I was so relieved after my sexual frustration that I was more than pleased to keep my side of the bargain. I was allowed two more orgasms over the course of the evening, but Alice said the last one, at just after eleven, barely produced enough semen to wet my tongue, so it was hardly worth letting me orgasm any more. Obviously, she continued to enjoy herself right up until one minute to midnight, whereupon she said, 'Right, it's time to call a halt now.' She looked at me, and said, 'Well Philip. Have you enjoyed tonight?' I could taste the semen in my mouth and feel it caked all over my face, where it had dried, after dribbling out of her pussy. She'd made me eat pussy and lick arse - and every other part of her anatomy, for that matter. And I'd had three orgasms to her twenty-three. Without any hesitation I said, quite truthfully, 'That is the best night of sex I have ever had in my life.' 'So you won't forget our seven-day relationship,' she said. 'I won't forget,' I said. 'I know that,' she said, holding something else she'd produced from her suitcase - it looked a bit like a G-string. 'I want you to wear this all week, just so that you don't forget. Let's slip it onto you.' That sounded weird, but then, I'd come to realise that Alice was a bit weird. 'If I wear a G-string,' I said, 'I really don't think that drop- dead gorgeous woman you talked about would get beyond removing my trousers. 'I know she won't,' she said. 'If she did, I'd sue the manufacturers.' 'Manufacturers?' I asked. Whilst she fiddled with the G-string around my genitals, she was squatting across my chest affording me an incredible view up her pussy - a view I'd seen many times that evening. I was surprised at the cold touch of metal on my penis. 'Is that a metal G- string you have?' Only then did I catch on. 'It's a chastity belt, isn't it? You can't do that!' 'Actually, Philip,' she said, 'I can, and what's more, I'm doing it.' I heard a ratchet clicking as I felt metal parts sliding into place around my scrotum, and something fastened around the base of my shaft, beneath the testicles. Incredibly, I found the effect arousing. I could feel myself getting hard again. 'You won't be needing that naughty erection for a week, ' she said, 'Let's just get rid of it,' and she gave my cock a massive slap, which caused me to scream, and it to instantly subside. Then the poor thing was being squeezed downwards, between my legs, and I could hear another ratchet click into place. 'There,' she said. 'All done. Now let's release you from your bonds, and you can go home, safe in the knowledge that you will be faithful to me for a whole week. 'Alice,' I said as sternly as I could. 'This could be dangerous. Give me the key.' 'It's not at all dangerous,' she said. 'The G-Belt is the finest chastity belt made in the world, and it's perfectly safe. In any case, it doesn't have a key. It's electronic and it has voice recognition combined with time lock security. I've set it so that it's totally switched off for the next six days and twenty hours - about one minute past eight, next Monday. If you're here then, I can say the magic words to make it release.' She freed my arms and legs from their bindings, and then released the tension on the belt across my waist. 'The strings on the bikini are not essential to keep it secured,' she said, 'but you'll find it more comfortable if you tie them to keep the G-Belt firmly against your body. It will hurt quite a bit?' She was cut off at the sound of my screaming as I gave the G-Belt a tentative tug to remove it. 'As I was saying,' she said, 'it will hurt quite a bit if you try to remove it, but if you keep the G-Belt against your groin at all times it will be perfectly comfortable. Obviously, you'll have to sit down to urinate; take at least two baths a day - not showers; and I'll see you just before seven next Monday. 'Now get dressed and piss off, or next week I might forget the magic words to release your G-Belt.' And she went into the bathroom and shut the door. *** 'Unlike most other chastity belts on the market, which appear to make the genitals look larger than they actually are,' the advertising blurb said, 'G-Belt makes them completely disappear. Voice-recognition, time- locked security, combined with anti-tamper stun electrodes, designed to deliver increasingly powerful electric shocks to the scrotum - from mild to severe - make this the most secure chastity belt on the market. Undetectable under a bikini bottom, this product is ideal for cross dressers.' It was the next day, and I was that dresser who was exceedingly cross, as I read on the internet about the details of the device covering my genitals. Unfortunately, the general opinion of reviewers seemed to be that it was impossible to break out of. Presumably, the excruciatingly painful lesson I'd received last night as I'd tried pulling off the G- Belt had been a *mild* electric stun. I couldn't imagine what a severe stun would be like, and I certainly had no intention of trying to find out. 'You don't realise until you've experienced the G-Belt,' one reviewer stated, 'that most male chastity belts require the continual consent of the wearer. No one in their right mind would use tiny padlocks to secure the Crown Jewels, yet that is exactly the position that many chastity belts presume to do. A pair of bolt-cutters available from any hardware store would make short work of ending the enforced period of chastity. Enter the G-Belt. With its armour steel plate totally encasing the genitals and sophisticated locking mechanism, there is simply no way of removing the device before the time out period had expired and the right words repeated by the original speaker. Unless, of course, you can get someone to administer an anaesthetic, to overcome the pain of the electric stun anti-tamper system, and then use an angle-grinder to carefully cut away the armour steel of the outer plate - taking care of course, not to accidentally cut off the genitals at the same time!' I had to face it: like it or lump it, I was stuck in the G-Belt for a week. It wasn't even as though I was likely to meet that drop-dead gorgeous woman who demanded sex with me. But something I was already missing was the relief of tension following a swift hand job - a thing I invariably did when I woke up in the morning. I glanced at my watch, and realised with horror I'd only been in the device for eleven hours. I had another 157 hours to go. I'd surely be screaming up the wall, by then. And I'd also have to cancel my appointment with Marion! Now, when I'd given my assurance to Alice that I was prepared to be faithful for seven days, I had not even considered Marion. After all, there was no love between us - it was simply an arrangement which suited us both. I guess I had better explain about Marion. When I'd first moved to Seacombe, I had taken to going to Fryer Tuck's fish and chip shop once or twice a week. After Bill Tuck, the owner, had seen me a few times, and realised I wasn't a visitor but a local, we had got to chatting whilst waiting for the fish to fry - just the usual bloke stuff. But when it got to the bit about whether I was living with anyone, and I confessed that since the divorce, I'd been rather lacking in that area, Bill suggested I ask Maid Marion out for a meal. Maid Marion was the incredibly plump, middle-aged waitress in the associated fish restaurant - and her name really was Marion. She loved going out for nice meals, he had said, and always insisted on paying her way, but didn't have much money. Nod-nod-wink-wink. I said right at the start of this tale that I love big women, but Marion was positively obese. On the other hand, I too enjoyed a nice meal, and to finish that with a guaranteed fuck seemed a pretty good deal. So, I asked her out. She told me she only had one night free (it appeared that her insistence on paying her way for her food made her a popular woman), which was Thursday. Every Thursday since, Marion and I have gone to one of the local restaurants and then had a nice fuck afterwards. No wonder Fryer Tuck's fish restaurant was colloquially known to the locals as Try-a Fuck! So, when I went for my usual fish and chip takeaway on Wednesday lunchtime, I had to tell Marion I wouldn't be able to make it that Thursday. 'Oh, she said. 'I was looking forward to it. Is there anything wrong?' Her bosom heaved, and under the incredible withdrawal symptoms I was by then suffering, I suddenly thought she could almost be that drop-dead gorgeous babe, who Alice had talked about. But then so would a female dog, I thought. On Thursday, I realised the only way I was going to get through the week without imploding was not to look at any women, at all. I kept the TV turned off, and I went around the shops late at night when only sad people like me were around. By Sunday, I'd have given every penny I possessed in the world for just one, swift wank. All day Monday, I hung around the Palace Hotel, counting down the hours and minutes until the coach arrived. I walked up and down outside, looking at every woman I saw and wondering if I was about to faint, so beautiful were they. Six-thirty came and went; then six-forty-five; then seven. She wasn't going to show! I could feel tears pricking my eyes. I was going to cry. I couldn't go any longer without relief. Then a coach came around the corner, pulled up in front of the hotel, and all the pensioners on it stood up and started to disembark. Even the eighty-year old females on the coach, I thought, looked attractive. Then Alice stood up inside the coach, and our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. *** It was five to eight when I went up to Alice's room and pushed on the door. The Do Not Disturb sign she'd used to wedge the door to prevent it from properly closing dropped to the floor and, as instructed, I picked it up and hung it on the outside of the door. She had already attached the restraints to the bed. I took off my clothes, put them over a chair and lay naked on the bed, slipping my feet into the nooses at the bottom of the bed and tugging them tight. Then I fastened the strap across my hips, and winched that until it was as tight as I could make it. Finally, I adjusted the size of the nooses at the top of the bed, and then secured first my left wrist, and then my right, and tugged both nooses tight. I was spread-eagled exactly as Alice had instructed, downstairs. The bedside clock had been knocked over, and I couldn't see it, but outside, I heard the town hall clock strike eight. I had one minute to go. An age went by. Then another. It felt like I had been waiting for a month - or a year. A century passed. Then I heard the clock strike a quarter past the hour. Eight-fifteen! Where was she? She said she'd only be a few minutes behind me - just sufficient time in which to obey her orders. A millennium passed, and then the clock was striking half past. Finally, after another hundred years, Alice came into the room. 'Sorry I'm a little late,' she said. (A *little* late! She was a thousand years late.) 'I got accosted by a couple of old dears and I had to sort out a problem for them.' 'That's OK, Alice,' I said. 'But please, do you think you can release me from the G-Belt.' 'Oh, of course. I'd forgotten all about that. I bet you thought I wasn't coming. Now then, what *were* the magic words I was supposed to remember?' She laughed at the expression on my face. 'Oh dear, you are frustrated, aren't you. I think I'd better stop teasing you.' She bent over and put her mouth right in front of my groin and said, 'Open Sesame.' I heard a tiny click. She put her hands to the G-Belt and the thing simply fell apart. I could feel cool air on my prick. Bliss! 'My, I think your balls have grown tremendously since last week. They must be so full of semen, I bet you can't wait to drink it.' 'Oh God, yes please, Alice. I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said, reciting the words I'd been practising all week. 'Oh, not yet, my love. I think I'd better take off my clothes, first.' Unlike the previous week, she spent an age stripping off, teasing me as every item slipped off her. The town hall clock was striking nine before she was climbing on top of me. She kissed my balls, then nibbled her way up the shaft. 'Alice, please, please, please, I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said. 'Quickly!' 'There's something we have to agree first.' 'What?' Hell, this was no time for playing games. I was so desperate. I had to? She sucked my left testicle into her mouth and ran her tongue around it, before releasing it and saying, 'You know I said I don't believe in one- night-stands.' I couldn't understand her point. 'Well, this isn't a one-night-stand. We've had a relationship for one week.' She did the same with my right testicle, then, 'Yes. But shall we have a relationship for another week?' 'Well, why not?' The impact of what she was saying suddenly sank in. 'You mean, with me wearing the G-Belt for another week?' 'Of course.' She opened her mouth wide and went down on my cock. Further and further she went down on it, until I thought I'd see my prick come out of the back of her head. I could feel that at any second I was about to orgasm - but she had withdrawn her mouth, and was licking her lips. 'Mmm, your pre-cum is very tasty.' 'But I thought that now I've proved that I am faithful?' A long lick of my cock, this time. 'You've proved nothing, my darling, only that when you wear my chastity belt, you don't have sex.' 'But I can't? I simply can't?' Her tongue tickled the very edge of my glans. 'I'm not going to force you into a relationship if you don't want to do it. I'll get dressed, then I'll release you and you can go home.' 'But I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said. 'Please.' 'Then you've *got* to agree to our relationship lasting another seven days.' What could I do? I was so desperate for sex I was weeping. I had to have it. 'OK,' I said. 'OK, what?' 'OK. Let's make our relationship last another seven days.' 'Oh, yes!' she said. *** That became the pattern of our lives for the next four weeks - seven days of increasing frustration, followed by a few hours of incredible sex. Many times, I'd reasoned that I simply had to say 'No,' to Alice's offer, in order to go back to my normal once-a-week-sex with Marion, with lots of wanking in-between. But after a week's abstinence, refusing the best sex I'd ever had in my life was always too much. I even had an idea that if I could get Marion to book into a room at the Palace on Monday evening, I could walk away from Alice and go straight to Marion's room and fuck her. But when I saw Marion the next time I went to the chip shop, she said she was no longer available to go out for meals with me; she'd found something else to occupy her Thursday slot - or did she say occupy her slot on Thursday? Hell, the jealousy I experienced over that was sufficient to drive me up the wall. Losing Marion was the symbol of defeat in my relationship with Alice. I now had no alternative but to obey her commands, in return for those few hours of pleasure every week. The week before Christmas, she told me that she'd not be there on Christmas Day, and that we would therefore have to have a fourteen-day relationship. I knew it was so inevitable that I could only say, 'Yes Alice,' to her statement. Fortunately, I had got better at going without sex. I found the technique of not watching TV or looking at magazines, or going out onto the streets when pretty young women were likely to be walking about, helped tremendously. Gradually, I got into the habit of thinking that sex was only associated with Alice, and after that, I found things slightly easier. Lots of people got excited about Christmas Day, but for me, it was New Year's Day - the day when Alice was returning to Seacombe - that was important. I waited and waited, and finally New Year's Day arrived. When she telephoned me in the afternoon, I knew it would be to tell me she had arrived at the hotel early, and that I could go around there straightaway. I was hardly listening to her, as I wondered where I'd left my house keys, and whether I should delay things by putting on a coat against the freezing weather outside. 'Sorry, Philip. I shan't be coming to the Palace, tonight.' 'You're there already, I take it?' 'No. I'm still in London. Someone else is doing the New Year trip through Seacombe.' 'What? You *can't* still be in London. We're meeting in only four hours, fifty-two minutes and twenty-eight seconds. You won't get here in time.' 'Philip, I've told you. I won't be there tonight.' 'But what about our relationship?' 'I'll be in Seacombe on Thursday evening. We'll simply extend our relationship until then.' 'Thursday? But?' 'I won't be at the Palace, I'm afraid. I'm not certain at this stage where I will be staying, but I'll let you know. And don't worry about the G-Belt. There's no risk of it accidentally coming undone, just because the time out has been exceeded. Our relationship is safe. Bye.' And I was listening to dial tone. I did cry then. I'd now been without sex for thirteen days, nineteen hours, eight minutes and - I checked my watch - fifteen seconds. I couldn't cope. I had to have sex - but I knew I could not. *** Alice rang next day! My heart lifted to the clouds. Even when she said she wouldn't be arriving in Seacombe until Thursday, I didn't feel too bad. I knew I could cope with that - after all, hadn't I already coped with fourteen days, seventeen hours, four minutes and fifty-eight seconds? I could do it. 'It's not a pensioners' trip, this time,' she told me. 'The tour company is being paid by a charity for abused women to bring some of their clients away for a holiday by the sea.' 'That's nice,' I said. 'Did you say you weren't going to be staying at the Palace?' 'No,' she said. 'We're staying at the Dove, in Victoria St at the back of town. Get there for seven, as usual.' It wasn't a hotel I was familiar with. 'The Dove? I know Victoria St, but I can't place that hotel.' 'It's not a hotel,' she said. 'It's a hostel for abused women. They have to keep quiet about its location, otherwise they would get lots of violent husbands and boyfriends hanging around. Which is where the problem comes in.' I was suddenly alert. A problem. Would this prevent me having sex with Alice? 'What problem?' My voice wavered as I asked the question; it was all I could do to prevent myself from crying again. Alice laughed at the sound of my voice. 'No problem that we can't surmount in order to be together,' she said, and I gasped with relief. 'The problem is,' she said, 'that the hostel is not like a normal hotel - it's secure, so that abusive males can't get inside. Members of the public are simply not allowed.' 'Well what shall we do?' I asked, my voice rising towards tears, again. 'It's alright,' Alice said. 'I've managed to borrow a courier's uniform and I'll pop it in the post to you. You can dress up like a courier, and when you arrive at the hostel simply say that you're with me, and they'll let you in.' 'Oh God! That's clever,' I said, relief flooding though me again. 'You may have to go through the motions of helping me, a bit,' she continued. 'So you'll need to pretend to be a real courier. You can do that, can't you?' 'Oh, yes, yes! No problem,' I said. 'Fantastic!' she said. And she rang off. *** The huge box from Alice arrived on Wednesday morning. I carefully slit through the parcel tape so I could hinge open the top. On top of the bright-red suit were two company shirts, with a little motif on the pockets. I was rather surprised that they appeared little different from the blouses that Alice normally wore - I'd assumed they would be of a thicker material, and of a more manly style. Indeed, even the jacket seemed similar to Alice's jacket, which surprised me even more. Surely, I thought, the guys would kick up rough about having to wear a jacket with a decidedly feminine cut. But it was when I came to the next garment that I realised Alice had made a terrible mistake. For it wasn't a pair of trousers beneath the jacket, but a skirt, just the same as Alice's, only of a larger size. In her haste to purloin a company suit for me, she had accidentally picked up a woman's suit! Damn! Damn! Damn! I turned back to the box - as yet, I had hardly got halfway down the contents. Please let there be a male uniform underneath, I thought. Underneath where the skirt had been laying was a pink envelope with Alice's writing on it. I ripped it open. 'My Darling Philip 'I realised as soon as I put the phone down today that I hadn't properly explained that since only women are allowed into the hostel for abused women, you would have to dress up as a female courier. 'I know this is asking an awful lot of you, and if you don't want to go through with it, then I will perfectly understand. I'm told that my weekly trips to the Palace will probably restart sometime in the Spring, so we can get together again then. But I enjoy such wonderful sex with you that I really hope you'll be prepared to go through a little potential embarrassment in order to be with me on Thursday evening. 'I'm quite certain you can pull off being a woman, provided you prepare properly, which means starting now. I've included a Bustlet in the package, which will give you some wonderfully realistic false breasts; also a wig and lots of make-up, and I've included instructions on how to apply it. There are also some voice-changer pills that I managed to get hold of, which will help you speak like a woman. You'll need to practice really hard at that for the next two days. Finally, since nails are so difficult to get right, I've asked Doreen, the woman who does mine when I'm in Seacombe to visit you Thursday afternoon at four. 'The good news is that I shall be there for two nights!!! Make certain you're available all day Friday as well! 'I do so hope you'll want to drink semen - I'm aching for you! But if you decide you prefer to wait until we can meet as man and woman, I will understand, and I know I can trust you to be chaste. 'Lots and lots of love 'Alice.' I was screaming for sex. I had to have it. I wasn't even certain I could last out until Thursday evening, without my mind exploding in agony. I just couldn't even contemplate waiting until 'sometime in the Spring'. If Alice had said I had to cut off my right arm, I'd be reaching for the knife. So putting on a dress seemed so trivial in comparison. Within seconds, I was eagerly pulling out all the contents of the box so I could make a start. *** Thirty-two hours, fifty minutes and ten seconds later, I was tripping along Victoria St towards the Dove hostel, my heels making a clicking sound as I walked. I'd spent quite a lot of time at home practising walking in my three-inch heels, and by now I was fairly confident I wouldn't tumble over. What was disconcerting though was that most of my practising had been before I had put on my Bustlet. I now had a massive pair of jugs, which not only upset my balance, but also joggled and quivered with every step. Obviously Alice had little experience of choosing bras for larger women, and although she had my cup size more or less right, my flimsy bra did little more than prevent the nipples of the Bustlet showing through the front of my blouse. It did nothing to stop them wobbling with every move I made. I'd already had several leers from males as we had passed in the street, which were quite disconcerting. I'd always assumed it must be great as a woman to be openly admired by the opposite sex, something that rarely happened to us males, but the reverse was true. I kept imagining that men might stop me and grab my tits, and perhaps pull me into a quiet alleyway and try have sex me. The image was made all the more real because that is exactly what I fantasised about when I passed such a well-built woman. The main advantage of having such large tits wobbling about on your chest - and this was obviously why Alice had chosen them - is that there was absolutely no possibility that anyone could imagine I was a man. It had been impossible to button up the jacket or blouse as far as I'd liked, so I was exposing a daring amount of cleavage. The skin-coloured Bustlet started just beneath the chin, so the join could be concealed with make-up, and it covered my Adam's apple and the sore neck I often had after shaving. A medium length pageboy wig obscured the join at the rear. Whilst my face may not have had many female qualities two days ago, I had practised applying make-up obsessively since receiving the package, and had carefully read all the books on the subject which Alice had thoughtfully included. I had used hair remover on my legs, and they now looked fantastic in the sexy, seamed, red stockings, especially with my feet arched up in the high heels. 'I think you'll need to wear a corset in order to squeeze into the skirt,' Alice had scribbled on a note attached to it. She was right, of course, and whilst I'd always assumed from the fuss women made over corsets that they must be hell to put on and wear, in fact this was really quite comfortable. OK, I wasn't tight-lacing my waist into an impossible constriction, but simply giving it an incredibly pleasing shape - pleasing to both myself and the men who ogled my every move. In fact, as I walked a little further and got more used to the leering looks, I had to admit - it felt pretty good. But the piece de resistance were my nails. Doreen had done a fantastic job on them and now I had fangs that made me feel so erotic I was almost wetting myself. From outside, The Dove looked simply like a large house - probably turned into flats, judging by the door-entry system, with just a little sign declaring its name in small print next to the gate. I tapped in the code which Alice had given me, and waited for a response. 'Who is it?' a badly distorted woman's voice screeched from the speaker. 'It's Philippa,' I said, the name that Alice had suggested. 'I'm the new rep from Econotravel.' There was no buzzing sound as the door lock was released, so I stood there like a lemon for a few minutes, hoping that someone would eventually come to let me in. Eventually, the door opened and a plump woman in a green, polyester dress appeared it. 'Come in,' she said, and added, 'Alice is upstairs, and she said you're to go straight up.' 'Right,' I said, my heart lifting with a lurch. Was it possible that we'd have time for a quick bonk before meeting up with her group. Of course not, I thought; Alice hated five-minute sex. Still, judging from previous experience, we were now only fifty-six minutes and twelve seconds away from the start of our session. I dared not calculate how long it would before I was allowed to orgasm. 'Philip?' the woman said. My heart leapt into my mouth, whilst my stomach simultaneously descended into my bowels. My gaze returned to the woman. 'Philip, it's me, Marion. What are you doing here, dressed up like this?' I stared at her, aghast. I hadn't recognised her in the green overall! She wore a black, waitress dress for work and had a fairly limited collection of flowery dresses to go out with her gentlemen friends. Denial was useless. She was staring straight at me. 'Hi Marion. I didn't expect to see you here.' She smiled. 'Obviously not. I started working here to pull in a bit more cash when you said you didn't want to go out with me any more on Thursdays.' Another stare at my attire. 'I suppose that Alice has put you up to this dressing-up so she can smuggle you into this all-female hostel. I heard about some of the antics she's got up to before.' 'Antics?' I asked. 'Oh, never mind. It certainly explains why you stopped seeing me on Thursdays. Alice is so slim and beautiful.' 'But you're beautiful in a different way, Marion. It's just that I got kind of tied up with Alice and now we're an item.' Marion shrugged. 'You'd better go up and see her.' At least she hadn't denounced me, I thought, as many other jilted lovers easily would have done. 'Thanks,' I said, and stepped passed her into a hallway, and started climbing the stairs. 'Hi Philippa,' said the familiar voice from above me. My heart lurched upwards. 'Hi Alice,' I said. 'It's absolutely great...' 'Schhh,' she said, and motioned with her forefinger against her lips. 'There are too many listening ears in this place. Let's go downstairs to the lounge and I can introduce you to the girls.' I followed her back downstairs, and towards the rear of the building. 'I hope you don't mind,' Alice said, 'but to make your part more realistic, you're going to have to come with us on the coach this evening, and play the part of a courier.' 'On a coach?' I gawped. 'I'm not certain I can do that.' 'Well, unless you want to go straight home, you'll damn well have to,' Alice said. 'This lot are pretty difficult to manage on my own, and it would look downright suspicious if you didn't help out.' She marched into the lounge, and as I followed her in, she announced in her foghorn voice, 'Hi everybody. I want you to meet our new courier, Philippa.' Twenty pairs of eyes focussed on me! Gulp! 'Hi, everyone,' I said, with a timid smile. 'Hi Philippa,' several replied, and they even returned my friendly smile. That's when I noticed. All winter, ever since meeting Alice in November and having my chastity strictly enforced, I had studiously avoided being in the company of beautiful women for fear I might implode. Especially, I had avoided anywhere where I might meet beautiful, scantily-dressed women. Yet surrounding me in that lounge were twenty of the most gorgeous women you could ever wish to set eyes on, all dressed in clubbing gear designed to expose every inch of flesh to maximum advantage. They had on high-heels and short skirts, or long skirts with slits all the way up the sides. Their cleavage plunged to the waist exposing deep valleys, or scooped down to just above nipple line, revealing quivering jellies. They wore their hair long and blond, or dark and tousled with that 'just-been-shagged' look. Two of them, I suddenly noticed with a lurch, had pulled down the halter tops of their dresses and were standing looking in a mirror, comparing the size and shape of their pert breasts. I think Alice realised I was going to cry, because she suddenly bellowed out, 'OK, everyone. The coach is waiting outside, and the driver is ready and waiting to take us - to the restaurant, that is, and we've been asked by the company not to interfere with the driver whilst the coach is moving, so you'd better get your hands on him now, whilst he's still fresh.' There was a scream from several of the girls, who went dashing out of the room, the others following at a more leisurely pace. 'Come on, you,' Alice said, taking me by the hand and pulling me in their wake. 'I can't spend all evening with these girls,' I whined. 'Well, you're going to have to,' Alice said. 'There's no way I'm going to cope with them, and if you're expecting a decent bonk tonight, you'll have to do your share. So, are you coming with us, or are you going home?' *** Afterwards, as I lay trussed spread-eagled on Alice's bed, and I felt the G-belt come off and my monster spring up as Alice used her tongue to maximum effect, the horrors of the evening diminished in my mind. Perhaps most men would not have described dinner with twenty, beautiful, half-naked women as a horror, especially when five of them decide upon an impromptu striptease. They probably wouldn't have minded having to wade in to break up a fight, after two girls decided they had fallen in love with the same barman. Nor would they have minded when one of them thrust her tongue into my ear and confessed she was a lesbian and has fallen in love with me. But for me, it was an even worst nightmare than what was to follow. Imagine, having all that happening to you, and not even able to get a hard-on! You've been denied sex for so long, you can barely remember what it was like, and your body is screaming for release. But you know that whatever you do, you will not be permitted sex until She is ready for it, and only if you obey Her words in every way. You can see, disobedience was not an option. So at the end of evening, as the coach was once again pulling up outside the Dove, Alice told me that I had to deal with the driver's tip. Like a fool, I'd said I hadn't any money on me, and she had laughed and told me not to be stupid and I was thinking of the wrong kind of tip. I simply had to practice with him the words I would say to her later on. 'Words?' I had asked. 'What words?' 'Your favourite words,' she had replied with a smirk. I knew I had no choice. So after all the other girls had left the coach, I went over to the driver and told him I wanted to drink gobfulls of his semen, and he had grinned at me as though Christmas had just come early. I went down on him, and made him come as quickly as possible, fully aware that the sooner I got it over with, the sooner I would be in bed with Alice. In fact, drinking his come was really no great shakes; it tasted no different from my own. OK, his cock looked pretty revolting but at that stage I couldn't really have cared a shit. Alice watched it all with a smile on her face, and when it was over, she had whispered that, since I had been so good, we could go to bed straightaway. Five minutes later, I was trussed up, and ten minutes after that, I was telling her I wanted to drink gobfulls of semen, and she was about to impale herself on my shaft. Knock-knock-knock. 'What's that?' I asked. 'Schhh,' she said, then raised her voice and asked, 'Who is it? What's the problem.' 'Alice, there's another fight downstairs,' a voice came through the door. 'You'll have to come.' 'Shit!' Alice said, whilst I think I just moaned. 'Be quiet!' Alice whispered at me. 'You're not supposed to be here.' 'I'm coming,' she said, getting out of bed and slipping on a dressing- gown. 'I'm not,' I sobbed. 'Oh for heavens sake,' she said. She picked up my knickers from the floor and stuffed them in my mouth. 'That should stop you whimpering,' she hissed. Then she picked up a quilt from the side of the bed and spread it right over me. 'Don't go away she said, as she went through the door. Fat chance, even if my arms and legs had not been tied, Alice was my only hope of a shag tonight. I just hoped the fight didn't go on too long. It was after the door to the corridor had swung closed on its spring and the background noise from outside the room had diminished, that I realised there was someone else in the room. With my head covered by the quilt, I couldn't see a thing but there was surely a soft padding of feet, and a clunk as something was moved on the dressing-table. 'Well I never,' said a voice I immediately recognised. 'Mmmmm,' I groaned through my gag. 'Oh, it's alright,' she said. 'I could see you were there straightaway by the tent pole holding up the quilt.' Then the quilt was being pulled off me and I was facing a green-overalled Marion. 'Well just look at what you and Alice get up to,' she said. 'Mmmmm.' Her gaze turned down at my raging hard-on. 'Well what a monster you become when you're tied up,' she said. 'Seems a shame to waste it when Alice may be gone for ages.' 'Mmmmm?' I looked up at her as a newly deceased might stare at St Peter. 'Mm-mm-mm?' A smile broke out on her face. 'Oh, alright then.' She slipped a hand in the pocket of her overall and withdrew a foil-wrapped condom. 'Always like to be prepared,' she said, and then she was slipping it onto my prick. 'I've never done it this way before,' she said, pulling up her overall and lifting one enormous thigh to straddle across my torso, 'but I'm always willing to give new ideas a try.' She knelt over my prick and wriggled forward until it was nudging at the entrance to the passage to heaven. 'Oh! That's nice,' she said, as she lowered herself onto me, a statement with which I agreed one million, billion times, but which I could only respond by saying 'Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.' 'That is nice,' she repeated. 'I think I might try it this way again.' She started to work herself against me. 'Oh yes,' she grunted, going faster and faster. 'I think I'm going to come.' That was alright because SO WAS I. 'Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm!!!!' There must have been thirty gallons of semen forcing inside her cunt, but then she had a huge cunt, and she hardly seemed to notice the difference. And there was never any after-play with Marion. She was immediately standing up and pulling down her uniform, and then squeezing the last pint of semen out of my prick as she pulled off the condom. 'Now, a special treat for you for giving me such a nice little trick,' she said. 'Mmmmm?' Treat? I'd just had the best treat anyone could ever give me. 'I'd better take your gag out.' My gag out? Yes, of course. Then I could tell her to untie my hands, and I could leave the room with her, and without wearing my G-Belt. I could go back to taking her out for a meal and a shag once a week, and I could have a wank every day and life would be wonderful once more. She wriggled my knickers out of my mouth and as I was experimentally opening and closing my mouth as a prelude to telling her everything, she held the condom over my mouth and pulled it between closed finger and thumb in order to squeeze out all the semen, which dribbled into my mouth. 'No, Marion... Ugh!' 'There! I heard you telling Alice you liked gobfulls of semen. I'd better put these knickers back in so Alice doesn't realise you've been having a little nibble on the side.' And before I could talk she was stuffing the knickers back into my mouth. I had to swallow my semen in one go, otherwise I'd have choked on it. 'I'd better go,' she said, throwing the quilt over the top of me, and which promptly slid off. 'Bye.' And she was out of the door, letting it close behind on. I didn't know whether to cheer that at last I'd had an orgasm, or cry that I had been so close to freedom. I didn't have much time to do either, because the door opened again almost immediately. 'Oh, thank God I was able to sort that lot out without too much trouble. Hello? What's happened to your hard-on? You haven't gone to sleep on me, have you?' She came to the head of the bed and I was staring into Alice's very angry face. She ripped the knickers out of my mouth. Good job I didn't have false teeth. 'You've got semen on your face. How did that get there?' 'It must be what was left over after servicing the driver.' 'Don't be stupid. You took him inside your mouth. There wasn't anything on your face. You're lying. Now tell me the truth.' 'OK, OK. It's just that I've been so long without having sex with you. I simply thought of you and I came, just like that. The semen shot up in the air and landed on my face.' 'That sounds a load of cock and bull as well, but as I can't see what else might have happened I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Still, I'm not going to get any pleasure out of that tonight, am I?' She nodded down towards my shrivelled up prick, which plainly felt it had done enough for the evening. 'Sorry Alice.' 'You will be.' She picked up the G-Belt and started fitting it around my balls. 'If I hadn't already got this set up for tomorrow afternoon, I'd set it for six months ahead, just to teach you not to have an orgasm without my permission. However, as it is, we can have another go tomorrow, provided you return here at eight tomorrow morning, in your uniform, and take the girls out all day. They're doing a sightseeing tour in the morning, and that's followed by a visit to a vineyard for lunch. I have other things to do tomorrow, so you'll have to manage on your own.' 'But Alice...' 'Don't you even dare to "But Alice" me, or else I'll forget the words to unlock your G-Belt forever.' 'No Alice. I'll be there at eight am.' 'In your uniform.' 'In my uniform.' *** The outings that next day were nothing like the nightmare the previous evening's had been. Indeed, that quick bonk with Marion put everything into a totally different light, and taking out a group of beautiful women became a pleasure once more, made even more pleasurable because I knew I was going to have a long, slow shag with Alice that afternoon. I won't say the time flew by, but when everyone got plastered at the vineyard, and some of the girls decided to do another striptease, I was not at all keen to stop them until the manager said he would call the police, and I could suddenly see my afternoon's bonking under threat. Anyway, I managed to pacify him and we all got back to the Dove more or less in one piece. *** 'It's time to come out to play,' Alice said to my G-Belt. Over the weeks of our relationship, I had never had any chance of guessing what magic words would be necessary to release me from the G- Belt, apart perhaps from the very first, "Open Sesame" which I should probably have guessed. I wasn't even certain how Alice recorded the words into the belt, because I never heard her muttering into it as she secured me into it. Presumably, even if I had known the words, I'd still have had to have mimicked Alice's rather high-pitched voice in order to unlock the device. And since the whole thing was inactive until the time-lock enabled it, I couldn't even try to talk my way out until it was time to meet up with her. 'It's time to come out to play,' she repeated. That was unusual. Normally, you could hear a click, and then the whole thing was falling off. This time, it remained ominously silent. 'Are you sure you've got the right words?' I asked her. 'Don't be stupid. Of course I've got the right words,' she said. Nevertheless, she got up and went over to her laptop and checked a file. 'That's strange,' she said, 'I can't even get into the security file. You haven't been messing with this laptop, have you?' she asked. 'If so, you may have locked yourself into your G-Belt forever.' 'Of course I haven't been messing with it. Look, surely you simply recorded a different phrase from the one you think you did. Can't you try something else?' What really worried me was that Alice did as I suggested. I'd never known her take any notice of me before, and now she was doing as I bid. She tried every pass phrase she had ever used, and many that she hadn't, and still the thing remained locked. It had crossed my mind that she might be winding me up, just as a tease, but her reactions now were totally out of character, as though the failure of the G-Belt to open had totally thrown her. 'Look, perhaps I simply put in the wrong month,' she suggested in the end. 'I'll try to fix it so that I'm back here on the same day next month, and we can try the same passwords again and see if they work.' 'But I can't go a month without sex,' I uttered. 'It's simply too...' 'You'd better hope that it's not the year that I've got wrong,' Alice said as she released me from my bindings. 'Or the fucking century for that matter. I'm sorry, there's nothing more I can do now, so you'd better fuck off and I'll give you a ring in a few week's time.' 'But Alice...' 'Just FUCK OFF!' she said. And she stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door after her. *** It was only as I was walking down the stairs I realised I was in serious trouble. Alice was behaving so differently from normal, I had no doubt she was as surprised as I was by the failure of the G-Belt. But all she had to do to avoid the problem was to get herself assigned to another tour. It was me who was stuck in this fucking belt forever! 'You're looking miserable.' I glanced up. 'Hi Marion.' 'It was a nice fuck yesterday. Fancy another one?' I gave her a wry smile. 'It's a nice thought, but I'm afraid I'm not sexually available at the moment.' She wrinkled her nose, and I thought how attractive she looked and how bloody stupid I was to get involved with Alice in the first place. ' "Not sexually available." Does that mean you've got your G-Belt on?' I nodded. 'And Alice can't or won't take it off?' I nodded again. She held up a little pink cylinder, about one centimetre diameter and one centimetre long. 'Do you know what this is?' 'Afraid not. Now, I'd better be getting along...' 'It's the security pod from a G-Belt.' I stopped in my actions and stared at it. 'Oh!' 'It's got all the electronic gubbins inside, and you can see, it's totally encased in plastic so it doesn't matter if you piss on it or dunk it in the bath.' She squeezed one end with her thumb to show it was spring-loaded. 'When it's unlocked, this bit springs out and lifts the ratchet in the G-Belt so you can take it off. Do you see these two electrodes on the end?' I nodded. 'They're the electrodes which give your willies a nasty stun if you try to force your way out of it. But they're also used to charge the internal battery, and connect it to a computer and program in the release time and the voice recording to unlock it.' 'Oh.' Then I added, 'But how does that help me?' Marion smiled. 'That doesn't help you at all. I just thought you'd be interested in the little devil which was keeping that wonderful cock away from me.' 'Thanks,' I said. 'That's really comforting to know how it works. Makes me feel much better.' 'Well,' she said, 'if you'd have found out about this sooner, perhaps you wouldn't be in this mess.' 'How do you mean?' 'Well all you needed was someone to get Alice out the way whilst the G- Belt was unlocked, and record a different voice message onto the security pod to the one she'd previously recorded. That would mean that Alice's voice wouldn't open the belt, but that other person's voice would. If you see what I mean?' Once again I nodded. 'Yes. Sort of.' I thought for a second and added, 'You came into Alice's room last night when my G-Belt was off.' Marion nodded, kind of non-committally. 'And I remember whilst the quilt was over my head, I heard you say "Well I never".' Marion shrugged. 'Might have done.' 'Was that you speaking into Alice's laptop? Which means that your voice is programmed into the security pod in my G-Belt?' 'I didn't say that, did I? I mean, if that was true, I'