I snap a photo of Steel as she assumes the kneeling position, and watch as the tear trickles down her face. She had cum again without permission, and this was unacceptable. I leave her kneeling in her own juices and cross to my cabinet. Dani follows obediently behind, ready to assist. As I rummage around looking for what I need, Dani kneels and slowly fucks herself with the anal plug that still rests inside her. I can hear her slowly groaning as she pulls it all the way out, and then slowly fucks it back in again, feeling it stretch her asshole with each insertion. I ignore her for the moment as I complete my selection. I show it to Dani and she smiles and glances back at Steel.

I return to our kneeling slave and hold up something for her to look at. To Steel, it’s a jumble of leather straps and panels, with two ominous phallic projections arranged along a strap. She has no idea what it is. I smile and grab her hair to lift her to a standing position. Dani crawls over on hands and knees and joins me at my side. I hand her the harness and she stands and approaches Steel.

I sit again on the club chair and watch as Dani starts by pushing Steel’s legs wider. She pushes the short squatty plug into Steel’s cunt to lubricate it. Our slave groans at the penetration as her hips respond by fucking forward onto it. “What a greedy cunt you have, Slave” I note, staring into her face. She blushes but doesn’t refrain from fucking onto the plug. “But that one’s not for your cunt-hole.” Steel barely comprehends the words. Dani pulls out the plug, now covered in Steel’s juices and pushes it into her ass. Steel grunts and fucks her body down onto it as it goes in. Dani quickly fills her cunt hole with the second dildo on the strap, this time Steel lets out a low growl and her hips start swaying.

Dani attaches the strap to a belt, then a wide leather panel covers all as it wraps up between her legs. More straps, on her thighs, and around her waist and then small, shiny locks on each closure. Steel is aware of being stuffed, and then curious as the harness is fixed in place. It’s a kind of locking harness, it seems, there to prevent her from removing the plugs, or even touching herself. Panic strikes her when she fully realizes.. it’s a chastity belt.

“You have a problem controlling your orgasms, Slave. This is to remind you that your body is no longer your own. Neither are your orgasms This will prevent you from pleasuring yourself while not under supervision or training. You will inform Dani when you need to use the bathroom and she will remove the plug.” Steel was crying now, disturbed by the loss of her most primal satisfaction, and also by the uncertainty of it all. “Believe me, Steel. You will learn a valuable lesson from your denial.”

I motioned for Dani to lower one of the hooks from our ceiling. Dani lifted Steels hands away from her body and attached the chain between her wrists to the hook. She raised it again till Steel was standing on her toes, stretched out. She had stopped crying, but was still visibly upset by the newest change of events. I got up from the chair and approached her trembling form. I ran my hands across her taut flesh, feeling every inch of her skin. I put the leash in her mouth to keep in out of the way. Dani joined me as we caressed and lovingly kneaded her breasts and nipples, tweaking them, pushing her body into arousal again. Steel groaned and tried to press her body against us, but was too restrained to accomplish much. We kept at it, with tender kisses and caresses till Steel’s whimpering and crying became too much. She was definitely wet, and ready underneath the belt.

We both backed off and watched her sway a bit. I went to the wall and shut out all the lights except a dim spot that illuminated our new slave hanging from a hook. I grabbed Dani by the hair and dragged her to a small cage in the corner and pushed her in. I locked the heavy iron door and went to a wide bed in the corner and disrobed, getting ready for bed. I drifted off watching our new slave writhing in bondage.