No

"No," he answers. "Not yet. I want you to clean up here and come to my study."

You curtsy, and clean off the table as the others leave. Soon, you're on your way to the study, a nervous yet excited knot in your stomach. After knocking, he tells you to enter.

"I'm disappointed in you, Isabella," he says from behind his desk. "Your first day in this new mansion, and the first thing you do is neglect your duties to pleasure yourself?"

Your gaze shifts down, to the floor. "Did you think I wouldn't know? I've got cameras around everywhere."

"I know, Sir," you whisper. "I saw them. Every room except your childrens rooms."

"What was your thoughts, when you noticed?"

You stay silent for a moment, the shame at admitting to your fantasies too strong.

"Come on, out with it!" You must follow Master Fredericks commands.

"It excited me, Sir. I... I found myself fantasizing that you would see me, come down and take me. Roughly." Your gaze is locked at a knot in the wooden floor.

"Well, Isabella, I can't have a servant around who can't control herself like that. So I went out and got you a little... upgrade for your uniform. Remove your panties."

You find yourself fumbling, shaking, as you pull them down. A wet spot is easily visible. "Pick them up. Hand them to me," he says as he gets up and walks over to you. He bunches them up, then grabs you by the neck and forcefully pushes them into your mouth. You don't know what to do, the degradation is too much, and you find yourself starting to cry. Not that it changes the heat in your crotch, the giant knot of arousal in your nether regions.

He walks back towards his desk, and gets out a large item. A metal circle, with another half-circle running between to ends of the first. A _chastity belt, _you realize. "No, Sir, please, don't..." As excited as you are, you're going to go crazy if you can't relieve yourself. And truth be told, having access to your coño controlled like this only adds to the excitement, compounding the problem.

"Lift up your dress," he says, ignoring your pleas. You fear doing anything but obey, exposing your naked, hairless pussy to his sight. He puts his finger inside you. "You're so wet and horny. I bet you'd like me to just bend you over my desk and fuck you really hard, now. Wouldn't that be nice?" You can only nod and moan, your voice having entirely left you by now. "But I won't. I want you thoroughly broken in, first. This finger of mine may well be the last thing you'll feel inside you for a long while..." And then, unceremoniously, he slips it out, opens the chastity belt, and puts it on you. The padded metal fits snug against your crotch, covering your clit and your hole. There's an opening behind the part covering your pussy, allowing for you to use the toilet - _or for someone to use your ass - _before it slims down and rides up your asscrack.

He clicks the belt closed around your waist, and locks it in place with a padlock. "There. You won't be playing with yourself anymore unless I let you." He grins a sadistic grin. "Do your duties well, and you might get an hour out of chastity as a reward. If you're _really _good, I might reward you by locking a vibrating dildo inside you..."

"One more thing before you leave, Isabella..."