The Locked Box

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She gathered together her willpower and cut into the
box labeled "Old things" in black marker. Xi knew that
the contents were Anna's before she had even opened
the flaps in the dim attic light. She pulled out old
sweaters and dresses. Ugh! Last decade's styles... She
had never seen these clothes before. Anna must have
brought this box straight to the attic when she moved
in. She set the clothes neatly to the side. She
couldn't send this stuff to the Salvation Army. If
Anna had saved it, it must have meant something to
her. And if Anna returned one day...

At the bottom of the cardboard box was another box.
This one was made of wood though. Old wood - solid and
heavy. Xi was unsure if she was going to have the
strength to extract it. It was a struggle.

Perhaps a better description of the wood box would be
"chest". Yes. A chest made of wood with ornate steel
hinges and wound with leather straps that were grayed
and a little shriveled by age. She had to look at the
top of the chest from various angles to determine that
the carving was the figure of a woman in long gowns
with her hands folded at her bosom, waist slightly
bent. The woman looked down to a second kneeling
woman. While somewhat worn, the carving was intricate.
Xi realized that this was not just an antique, but
perhaps something of great value. She was very
intrigued. What could be in the chest? She had to find
a way past the large hinged lock on the front side.

Anna had been an archeologist. Maybe this was one of
her findings - though usually she worked for
universities or museums. Maybe this was a family
heirloom passed down to Anna? Xi looked closer at the
lock. Suddenly, She felt a chill of excitement ripple
through her. She pulled her long brunette hair back
and felt for the necklace she was wearing. The
necklace that she always wore. Anna had given her the
necklace over 2 years ago. A simple key dangled from a
chain of intricately woven gold links. Xi knew
immediately that this box could be opened with this
key.

"And Anna said that this was the key to her heart..."

Rather than take the necklace off, Xi knelt down to
the lock so the key could reach. It slid in perfectly
and with a small twist she heard a smooth, yet
reverberating ka-chunk. The hinged lock swung open and
the lid lifted slightly. Xi swore that she felt a cool
breeze of ancient air flow from the chest and past her
face.

Her heart was racing with excitement. It seemed so
long since she had had any sense of mystery in her
life. She pulled the key from the lock and sat back.
Slowly, slowly, she lifted the lid as though afraid
that some ancient curse or trap would spring upon her.
With the lid raised to vertical, she looked over the
edge to see what treasures were inside. She pulled
aside an old threadbare cushion and found something
wrapped in a white silk-like material. Whatever it
was, it was substantial - solid. She pulled the silk
away careful not to rip any of the material.

"No way!"

She felt a half breath involuntarily escape from her
mouth, sat a little further back on her cardboard box
seat and felt a tingle twist through her stomach, down
to her loins. She felt her face flush a little and her
rear end seemed to warm up about five degrees. It was
a chastity belt! But not just any chastity belt. Not
old and rusty. Not like anything that she had seen on
the internet. It was beautiful. It was perfect. Just
holding it in her hands, she was surprised at the
effect that it was having on her. Beads of
perspiration formed inside her thighs; drops of her
musky waters started to flow from deep within her.

Anna had once, years ago, mentioned the possibility of
wearing a chastity belt. Xi's reaction had been quite
negative. She imagined Middle Age knights forcing
their will upon poor wives and mistresses. She had
stated plainly to Anna that she was not interested in
Chastity belts - not in the least. Surprisingly,
though, the idea stuck in her head. Some time passed
before she consciously admitted to herself that the
idea of being locked away, unable to achieve sexual
completion except through the grace of a lover was an
incredible turn on. It was an odd notion. Kinkier and
perhaps more arousing than anything else she could
imagine. Embarrassment kept her from asking Anna
anything more about chastity belts. And all to
quickly, her chance was gone.

Why the arousal? How could a cold, rigid, metal belt
make her so hot and pliant? Perhaps, by relinquishing
the control over her sex, she was free to explore
sensation more intimately. Perhaps the belt symbolized
a state in which the wearer is teased to the brink of
sexual nirvana, yet must thrash upon the gates,
praying that they open to allow her entry. These
theories were fodder for the sexual psychologists and
philosophers. If they made any intrusion into Xi's
beautiful head at this point in time, it was only for
a moment - and, perhaps, only at a subconscious level.
Meanwhile, the belt - nay, just the thought of the
belt - hit her at a purely physical, animalistic
level.

With trembling hands, Xi held the belt against the
light to fully examine it. It was solid, but not as
heavy as she would have imagined. The metal was smooth
and silky soft. It almost felt like Teflon and seemed
to flow in her hands like liquid. The belt was a
single piece. A wide front plate would imprison the
mons veneris and extend down, deep between the legs.
The plate then narrowed to a thin, yet substantial
curved bar which would securely bisect the wearer's
cheeks. The belt section that went around the waist
was perhaps five centimeters wide and was arched to
flow over the hips in a way so as to provide maximum
flexibility to the occupant. There wasn't an edge
anywhere on the belt. All corners were tapered and
smooth. Xi could only imagine that it was comfortable.
She felt a rush inside at the passing thought that it
would possibly be comfortable to wear for a long
period of time. Perhaps, it was meant for long term
use.

Xi knew that she had to try it on. But, how? The belt
was complete. There was no locking device apparent
anywhere on the belt. And the waistline was far too
narrow to fit over her hips.

A groan of frustration escaped Xi's throat. She had
never been so aroused by anything before. In a remote
thought she found it strange that she was sexually
frustrated because she was UNABLE to lock her sex
away. She wiped a little sweat from her forehead. She
then brushed her hand lightly over her crotch. Sexual
craving shot down her legs to her toes and up her
spine to her earlobes - intensified by the gentle pull
of her earrings.

She leaned over to the chest to see what else was
there. A second treasure, also wrapped in old silk,
proved to be a collar. It was made of the same metal
material, apparently contoured to fit snuggly around
the wearer's throat. In the front a small disk or
medallion hung from a simple 5 cm long chain. The
collar was attractive and could easily be worn as
jewelry. However, like the belt, it seemed permanently
closed. There was no latch to open the collar. It
would be impossible to get over one's head.

So exotic. So erotic. But completely unusable. Her
disappointment at being unable to try the treasures on
her own body was overwhelming. Maybe they were models.
Or works of art. Never meant to be used - only
admired. No! There had to be a way to open the belt
and collar. They were too perfect to not be real. She
repeatedly and alternately tried to pull the belt and
collar open using sheer strength to no avail. She
finally sat back on her cardboard box seat frustrated,
sweaty, aroused, dejected.

The carving! She pulled down the lid of the chest to
get a better look at the carving she had seen before.
She noticed that the woman kneeling was wearing a
collar similar to the one she found in the chest. That
would seem to confirm that the treasures were
functional, but it didn't really help much. She picked
up both the belt and the collar to look over them yet
again. Perhaps she had missed a hidden keyhole or slot
or something. Suddenly, in the center of the faceplate
on the belt a small section smoothly lifted up from
the surrounding surface by a half-centimeter or less.
Startled, Xi jumped a little and almost dropped the
treasures on the ground. She started to put the collar
down so she could focus on the belt. When she did, the
small slot closed back once again leaving no sign that
it ever existed. She moved the collar back in
proximity of the faceplate. Once again the slot opened
up.

"Ah-ha!"

The disk hanging from the chain on the collar must be
the key to the belt. Xi almost started giggling - she
was so proud of herself. And excited too. The disk
slid perfectly into the top of the slot. Xi heard no
sound of locks or anything, but she sensed that
something was subtly different about the belt. She
pulled at the waistband. It seemed to stretch! When
she looked closer she found that the metal was not
actually stretching, rather the belt was telescoping -
layer upon silently sliding layer. The wider that she
pulled the belt apart, the greater the resistance she
felt. When she let go, the belt smoothly resumed its
original shape. Even when she pulled the collar's disk
out of the slot, she found that the belt remained
"stretchable".

When she pulled on the collar, it opened in back. A
tongue of metal slid from its sheath on the opposing
side. The seam (and the hinge, too) had been
completely invisible. Now the parts glided with
engineered perfection.

When she reinserted the collar's disk into the slot,
the belt was no longer flexible or stretchable. It was
once again locked in position. Ingenious! "I wonder
how this was built."

The thought did not linger though. That and any sense
of curiosity were quickly trumped by arousal and
desire. Not a second longer could she wait! Xi kicked
off her Teva's, stood, and pulled her shorts down over
her hips. They dropped to floor - heavy with moisture.
She took one foot out and used the other foot to kick
them off to the side. Wearing only a tank top she
picked up the belt in her trembling hands. Her knees
suddenly felt weak. She had butterflies in her
stomach. She "opened" the belt with the disk, stepped
into the belt and pulled it up. The metal slid across
her thighs like silk. As she pulled up, she also
pulled the belt open. Soon the waist belt was pressing
in to the cheeks of her ass. The cool metal contrasted
the fire in her flesh. The wider the belt became, the
greater the resistance. For a moment she thought that
perhaps she would be unable to open the belt wide
enough. Maybe she was too big for it. Finally the
waist belt passed the apex of her hips. A small yelp
escaped her lips as the belt quickly closed around her
waist. The faceplate grasped her sex like an eager
lover. Uniformly and confidently. The curved bar in
back nestled deep between her cheeks. The feeling made
her involuntarily stand on her toes. Chills rippled
out across her torso.

Xi pulled at the belt to make sure that it was still
flexible. To be permanently belted is only the subject
of stories of fantasy. Once reassured, all her
attention became focused on the sensation. She found
herself bouncing from side to side on her toes as
though she were entering a cold pool of mountain fresh
water. Inside, her blood felt like sand, buzzing, as
it coursed though her burning flesh. Her engorged lips
felt as though a loving hand of silk had grasped them.
They felt as though they were being gently suckled by
the cool metal. And her clitoris! Her lightening rod
of passion, chilled and isolated, yet teased and
trembling. Did she have the meddle to resist any
longer? The crest of the wave was near.

Just one touch... Just one caress and she would be
lost... on to the heart of the sunrise.

Her hands fluttered like light-blinded bugs against
the belt searching for a passage to the passion
within. Try as they might though, there was no route,
no crack around the fortress of the belt. Her eyes
closed and she threw hear head back. The fabric of her
shirt slid across her hardened nipples. She could not
resist a second longer! She pulled the belt open with
twice her normal strength and pushed the metal down.
As the faceplate dropped away from her pussy, it
seemed to press the last necessary kiss upon her lips
to drive her over the top of the wave.

The belt fell to the floor with a clang. Xi stumbled
back onto her cardboard box and knocked over several
others, some with glass, sending them crashing to the
floor. Xi let out a guttural scream and submit herself
to the control of a titanic orgasm...

For some time afterwards she lay on the heap of boxes,
somewhat out-of-body, enveloped in the scent of Woman.

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