Note from the Author
This is the sequel to a story I wrote in 2006 called The Geek Slave, I intentionally left that story as a cliff hanger but I recently decided to add another chapter to Brandy and Thomas' story.
Prologue
Three days ago Brandy's classmate had a left a leather chastity belt in her bag with a simple note instructing her to "Put on the belt" and an address. Already extremely horny and expecting the belt to come straight back off when she arrived at his house Brandy had complied and skipped the rest of school to go and meet him only to find that the address was fake and she had trapped herself in the belt.
After an uncomfortable, frustrating and sleepless night she was terrified to go back to school the next day wearing the belt but had no choice, she had to talk to Thomas and school was the only place she knew he'd be, except he wasn't. When she asked the teacher she discovered he had requested two days off so he could go on a trip with his parents and he wouldn't be back in school until Monday.
Friday
Spending all day in the belt at school on Thursday had been unbearable, she'd fastened the belt really tight so it didn't move against her skin or even against the slickness of her permanently wet slit but the leather was stiff and it dug in a lot. Plus the belt covered her pussy completely so there was no way for her to pee, eventually she'd had to go in the bath tub because it leaked out all over the place and she had to shower afterwards. The worst part though was the her intense horniness, she had tried at length to give herself some pleasure though the thing but it seemed to have been designed well and she'd fallen asleep desperately frustrated.
Feigning sickness she had got out of school on Friday and had the house to herself. First she tried to cut the belt off but the leather was too tough and it was strapped too tightly onto her, she was scared of cutting herself with anything that had any chance of cutting through the stiff material. Then she tried cutting the locks but despite their small size they seemed very strong and neither bolt cutters nor a saw did anything except scratch them.
Resigning herself to being unable to get the belt off herself she decided to find the one person who she knew could get the thing off her. Three hours later she was more terrified than ever, Thomas barely had any presence on social media at all and everything that was there only served to back up his geeky persona, who was this secretive kinky guy who had her sex locked up? She eventually fell asleep and dreamt of a sadistic Dom who kept her pussy locked up forever, only ever removing the belt to edge her and lock her back up more frustrated than ever.
Saturday
Brandy was starving but terrified to eat anything, her stomach was already sore and there was no way she was going to encourage her body to need to relieve itself, she couldn't even begin to imagine how that could even work. She'd spent all day rejecting offers from her friends to go out like they always did on a weekend but there was no way she could go anywhere with this thing strapped on her, and no way she could do any of the things she wanted to do!
As her third day of chastity turned into her forth evening of chastity she found herself online, surfing for the kind of porn you can't find of pornhub. Her arousal had been growing every minute of the day and despite knowing she'd get no relief she couldn't help but torment herself watching videos of submissives getting mercilessly fucked whilst in tight bondage and wishing it was her and, without thinking about it, imagining it was Thomas' cock pounding her. She fell asleep tight thighs covered in the juices that had escaped the belt and hornier than ever.
Sunday
A very dazed Brandy awoke to a beep from her phone, her head felt very fuzzy, she'd had a restless sleep filled with dreams of being controlled and used while having her own pleasure denied and, in her dreams at least, she loved it. Looking at her phone she was instantly awake and alert seeing the notification that Thomas had replied to her multiple messages on social media.
She quickly unlocked her phone and opened the message that had arrived an hour earlier, it said "How's my horny little slut?". Brandy felt rage swell inside her, who did he think he was to do this to her? She quickly replied "Thomas I need to get this fucking thing off right now, where are you?". Thomas' response was swift, a little message at the bottom of Brandy's screen appear saying "You have been blocked". "No, no, NO!" Brandy said, panic rising inside her once again as she stared at the message, when it didn't disappear after a few minutes she swore and threw her phone onto the bed before flopping down beside it.
Two hours later she was showered and dressed, the belt felt horrible when it was wet, even tighter than usual and she could only get it so dry with her hair dryer, especially over her pussy where the heat became too much. The worst part were the stomach cramps which were becoming more frequent and more painful the longer she resisted the need to relieve her bowels. Preparing her breakfast only to throw it in the bin when she got back to her room was an especially cruel torture, she was horrendously hungry but what goes in must come out!
Eventually her phone beeped again, the message about being blocked had gone and a new message from Thomas was there saying simply "Shall we try this again slut?". Brandy took a breath to control her anger and replied "yes please"...
Thomas: How's my horny little slut?
Brandy: Very horny
Brandy: but also very uncomfortable and...I really need the bathroom!
Brandy: Please Thomas, I really need the belt off.
Thomas: You should call me "Sir" I think.
You have been blocked
Brandy: Very horny
Brandy: but also very uncomfortable and...I really need the bathroom!
Brandy: Please Thomas, I really need the belt off.
Thomas: You should call me "Sir" I think.
You have been blocked
Brandy buried her head in her pillow and screamed with frustration, Thomas was not going to make this easy and whilst submission was a fantasy that turned her on a lot the reality would be much harder for her. She'd spent her whole life being at the top of the social food chain and now this no-body that a week ago she wouldn't have looked twice at wanted her to call him "Sir", but...what else could she do?
She was staring at the phone an hour later when the blocked message disappeared again and sent the message she had prepared as soon as it did...
Brandy: Please Sir, I would really like the belt off Sir, please.
Thomas: At least we know you can learn....
Brandy: Yes Sir, I can be good, but I really need the bathroom.
Thomas: 😀
Brandy: Please Sir?
Thomas: Do you have a waterproof eye liner?
Brandy: Erm.....yes?
Thomas: Yes what?
Brandy: Yes Sir
Thomas: OK here's the deal, use it to wrote "THIS SLUT IS OWNED BY THOMAS" in large letters across those those little tits of yours and then send me a nude of you in the nadu position within the next five minutes and I will tell you how you can get the belt off.
Brandy: What's a nadu position?
Thomas: 4 minutes 38, 37, 36....
Brandy quickly closed the chat app, opened a browser and searched for "nadu position" without even using a private tab, after switching to images she quickly learned the position and began pulling off her clothes and grabbing her eye liner. She knelt in front of the mirror and wrote quickly, scrawling the words across her breasts as best she could and ignoring the fact that some of them ended up backwards and different sizes. Assuming the position she used snapped a picture in the mirror and without even really looking at it sent it to Thomas.
When she's sent it she took a moment to properly look at the picture. She thought she looked pale and blotchy, her hair was messy and the angle was unflattering, not to mention the messy writing covering her chest. She sighed, checked for a reply and headed to her bathroom to wash the writing off.
Brandy: Please Sir, I would really like the belt off Sir, please.
Thomas: At least we know you can learn....
Brandy: Yes Sir, I can be good, but I really need the bathroom.
Thomas: 😀
Brandy: Please Sir?
Thomas: Do you have a waterproof eye liner?
Brandy: Erm.....yes?
Thomas: Yes what?
Brandy: Yes Sir
Thomas: OK here's the deal, use it to wrote "THIS SLUT IS OWNED BY THOMAS" in large letters across those those little tits of yours and then send me a nude of you in the nadu position within the next five minutes and I will tell you how you can get the belt off.
Brandy: What's a nadu position?
Thomas: 4 minutes 38, 37, 36....
Brandy quickly closed the chat app, opened a browser and searched for "nadu position" without even using a private tab, after switching to images she quickly learned the position and began pulling off her clothes and grabbing her eye liner. She knelt in front of the mirror and wrote quickly, scrawling the words across her breasts as best she could and ignoring the fact that some of them ended up backwards and different sizes. Assuming the position she used snapped a picture in the mirror and without even really looking at it sent it to Thomas.
When she's sent it she took a moment to properly look at the picture. She thought she looked pale and blotchy, her hair was messy and the angle was unflattering, not to mention the messy writing covering her chest. She sighed, checked for a reply and headed to her bathroom to wash the writing off.
Brandy realised far too late why Thomas had gotten her to use waterproof eye liner, even after she'd given up with soap and tried makeup remover the writing was still clearly visible against her skin and as she gave up she said "you bastard" to thin air, knowing she wouldn't be able to say it to Thomas directly. His message was waiting when she picked her phone back up...
Thomas: Good enough. Go the park near your house, about half way through the park there is a tractor gate that leads into some woodland, climb over the gate and there is a tree just to the left of the gate out of site of the park. You'll find the key there.
Brandy: Thanks Thomas
She'd felt good getting that little dig in, calling him by his name, she'd get the belt off and she'd never call him "Sir" again.
Twenty minutes later Brandy was gingerly climbing over the gate and slipping out of sight on the other side, she'd known exactly where Thomas had meant, all the local kids knew these woods from playing in them as children. She'd half expected to find them occupied but fortunately they weren't. She went straight to the tree she thought he had meant, a small ish tree with rough bark and a bush of nettles around it's base but she looked all around it and couldn't find a key. She checked other trees and came up just as empty handed. Frustrated she pulled out her phone and reluctantly messaged Thomas...
Brandy: I'm here, I can't find the key, where is it?
Thomas: ?
Brandy stamped her foot in frustration...
Brandy: Where is the key please Sir?
Thomas: That's better, doesn't it feel better to be respectful slut?
Brandy: Yes Sir
Thomas: The key is attached to the trunk, near the bottom
Brandy: It's not, I've looked?
Thomas: Look closer...
Brandy went back to the original tree she'd checked and looked more thoroughly finding the key almost immediately. It was attached to the tree by a solid metal ring that was bolted into the tree about thirty centimetres from the ground and surrounded by thick nettles. She opened her phone again...
Thomas: Good enough. Go the park near your house, about half way through the park there is a tractor gate that leads into some woodland, climb over the gate and there is a tree just to the left of the gate out of site of the park. You'll find the key there.
Brandy: Thanks Thomas
She'd felt good getting that little dig in, calling him by his name, she'd get the belt off and she'd never call him "Sir" again.
Twenty minutes later Brandy was gingerly climbing over the gate and slipping out of sight on the other side, she'd known exactly where Thomas had meant, all the local kids knew these woods from playing in them as children. She'd half expected to find them occupied but fortunately they weren't. She went straight to the tree she thought he had meant, a small ish tree with rough bark and a bush of nettles around it's base but she looked all around it and couldn't find a key. She checked other trees and came up just as empty handed. Frustrated she pulled out her phone and reluctantly messaged Thomas...
Brandy: I'm here, I can't find the key, where is it?
Thomas: ?
Brandy stamped her foot in frustration...
Brandy: Where is the key please Sir?
Thomas: That's better, doesn't it feel better to be respectful slut?
Brandy: Yes Sir
Thomas: The key is attached to the trunk, near the bottom
Brandy: It's not, I've looked?
Thomas: Look closer...
Brandy went back to the original tree she'd checked and looked more thoroughly finding the key almost immediately. It was attached to the tree by a solid metal ring that was bolted into the tree about thirty centimetres from the ground and surrounded by thick nettles. She opened her phone again...
Brandy: I've found it Sir, how am I supposed to get it off the tree?
Thomas: You aren't.
Thomas: You aren't.
Brandy: So how will I unlock the belt? There are a loads of nettles around the key.
Thomas: That's why I chose that tree my silly slut! I want you to suffer for me, then you get your freedom.
Brandy: You want me to get stung?
Thomas: Yes Brandy 🙄 I thought I was being pretty clear about that! And I want you to thank me.
Brandy thought for a full minute, contemplating what he wanted her to do but all the time knowing that she would do it because what was the alternative. She steeled herself with the fact that she wasn't doing it for Thomas, she was doing it for her...
Brandy: Thank you for the challenge Sir, I will do it now.
Hitching up her skirt Brandy squatted in front of the tree with her legs spread wide and then slowly edged forward. The nettles began to gather between her splayed knees, not stinging at first but them as the space between her legs narrows and the stems bunched up she felt the little pin pricks of stinging pain on her thighs and by the time she was close enough it pain was very real. She quickly slotted the key into the little lock and turned it almost expecting it not to work but the lock popped open and she immediately let herself fall backward away from the tree and the little plants that were such a torment.
Thomas: That's why I chose that tree my silly slut! I want you to suffer for me, then you get your freedom.
Brandy: You want me to get stung?
Thomas: Yes Brandy 🙄 I thought I was being pretty clear about that! And I want you to thank me.
Brandy thought for a full minute, contemplating what he wanted her to do but all the time knowing that she would do it because what was the alternative. She steeled herself with the fact that she wasn't doing it for Thomas, she was doing it for her...
Brandy: Thank you for the challenge Sir, I will do it now.
Hitching up her skirt Brandy squatted in front of the tree with her legs spread wide and then slowly edged forward. The nettles began to gather between her splayed knees, not stinging at first but them as the space between her legs narrows and the stems bunched up she felt the little pin pricks of stinging pain on her thighs and by the time she was close enough it pain was very real. She quickly slotted the key into the little lock and turned it almost expecting it not to work but the lock popped open and she immediately let herself fall backward away from the tree and the little plants that were such a torment.
She'd rushed home holding the belt latch closed, not wanting to take it off in the park and have to carry it back. As soon as she was in her room though she stripped off and removed the belt. There were no words to describe the sense of relief she felt as she pealed the leather away from her sex, from between her ass cheeks and from around her waist. Her skin was wrinkled and indented where the belt had been, it had definitely left it's mark on her body.
Brandy knelt in front of her mirror, spreading her legs and taking in the sight. He breasts with the writing and Thomas' name emblazoned across them, her thighs red, bumpy and raw from the nettle stings and finally her pussy. Her lips were all puffy like they get when she is super turned on, she ran her fingers gently over them and then over her clit, she bit her lip feeling some intense sensations from even that light touch, more than anything she had ever felt before. She looked a mess, obscene even, but for some unfathomable reason she loved it.
Epilogue
Thomas lay on his bed stroking his semi erect cock wondering what Brandy was doing now, if she was free of his belt, whether the experience had been enough for him to ignite in her that spark that he had realised was in her that night at the school ball. Wondering whether he'd found another college slave to add to his collection. His phone pinged and he got his answer, it was a picture of Brandy, completely naked in the nadu position exactly executed instead of the slapdash version she had sent earlier. Her thighs were glowing from the effect of the nettles and he knew she hadn't even tried to push them away to spare herself his torture. He opened the chat app...
Thomas: You look like the perfect little slut. I'll add it to my collection and post it online when the time is right.
Brandy: Why are you doing this to me Sir?
Thomas: It's not me that is doing it to you Brandy, and you know that.
Brandy: I don't know anything anymore Sir.
Thomas: No touching until I say so.
Brandy: 😭 Yes Sir.
Thomas smiled and blocked her.
Thomas: You look like the perfect little slut. I'll add it to my collection and post it online when the time is right.
Brandy: Why are you doing this to me Sir?
Thomas: It's not me that is doing it to you Brandy, and you know that.
Brandy: I don't know anything anymore Sir.
Thomas: No touching until I say so.
Brandy: 😭 Yes Sir.
Thomas smiled and blocked her.
