Lisa is belted

Lisa didn’t want to act like a whore. She instead wished she could be a good girl again, just as she had been when she first arrived here. And she knew that meant wearing the chastity belt, there was no way around it.

Maja walked to the sitting girl and opened the box, revealing some kind of black leather underwear ensconced in purple velvet, next to two small padlocks and two identical keys.

"Get up, take the belt and fasten it around your waist," instructed the older woman.

Despite her resolution to return to virtuousness, the maid remained apprehensive, and her hands faintly trembled as she picked up the chastity belt. It was obviously heavier than normal panties, but it remained fortunately rather light; it was, in all, a rather graceful object. She carefully slipped it around her feet and brought it up all the way above her hips. Following Maja’s instructions, Lisa then sucked in her belly and tightened the belt directly on her skin by pulling on its strap, itself threaded through a metal buckle. The latter’s prong ended with a small solid ring that, once slipped through a grommet on the strap, came to rest immediately next to an identical ring on the frame. This allowed Maja to join the two rings together with a padlock, keeping the prong fixed to the buckle’s frame and making it impossible to loosen the belt without unlocking it.

The girl wriggled in place for a few seconds, failing to pull and push the belt into a more tolerable position: the leather was quite taut around her waist, pressing uncomfortably into her skin and making her breathing just a little bit more difficult. Still, the maid realized that they weren’t even done yet. Indeed, another strap hung loosely between her legs, fastened to the front and back of the chastity belt’s waistband, and Maja now moved behind her to tighten it. Folding backwards on itself, the bottom strap also passed through a lockable buckle, which soon received the second padlock.

Lisa could now feel that her crotch was almost entirely encased in cool leather. From the front, the wide strap pressed into her mound, then narrowed and curved between her thighs to cover everything, excepted for an oval opening around her rear hole. Though the leather snugly surrounded her vulva, it did not directly touch her there: her vagina and labia were instead covered by a metal grate sewn into the leather, raised just enough so that it didn’t come into contact with her most sensitive parts.

"But, Mrs. Karlsson…" meekly began the girl. "If I have to…"

"You can pee through the grate and rinse it off a few times with water," bluntly explained the older woman. "Over time it might still get messy, especially with your menses, so I will unlock the belt once a week to make sure everything remains clean. All right, we’re done, leave us alone now and return to your room. You have work to do tomorrow, after all."

Lisa remained dumbfounded for a second. Really, that was it? She was being dismissed without any further consideration? This was such an anticlimactic end, in more ways than one, to an evening from which she had expected so much more. Defeated, the belted girl unenthusiastically curtsied and turned towards the door, alone.

"Oh, I mean you too, Sara," clarified Maja, adressing the other girl. "And by the way, you are no longer allowed to speak to Mr. Karlsson without my permission, nor to return here without my explicit invitation, which will happen at most twice a month, if I am feeling generous."

"What?" exclaimed Sara, flabbergasted. "But I did everything – "

"Shut up!" harshly interrupted the older woman. "You’re nothing but a maid, and maids do as they are told. Leave, now."

Her lips wobbling and her eyes starting to glisten, Sara pleadingly looked at Sigvard, but the man just shook his head sorrowfully. Unable to hold back a sob, the maid stormed off without a curtsy. Deeply disturbed by such an open confrontation and feeling on the verge of tears herself, Lisa promptly followed her companion. The last thing she saw through the door before she shut it completely was Maja throwing her arms around Sigvard’s shoulders to kiss him passionately.