The Bondage Whore, Chapter 13

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 13 - Unbelted As Joe released Rachel that night, he informed her that Jimmy wanted to see her. Then Joe did not put Rachel's chastity belt on her, which thrilled Rachel. Rachel strolled into Jimmy's office, wondering what was up. Jimmy rarely conducted business after hours. "Rach, babe, have a seat. I have some good news for you!" Rachel sat, and Jimmy continued. "Congratulations on your third year anniversary sweetie! Do you know what that means?" Rachel was clueless. "No, not really", was all she could manage. Se was always wary when Jimmy discussed business. "Well, that means you can be released from the belt!" Jimmy knew how thrilled she would be to hear that. Rachel shrieked with joy, jumped out of her seat, and literally dove into Jimmy's arms! Rachel kissed and hugged Jimmy and jumped up and down with joy. The hated belt would never be worn again! "So why today?" Rachel asked. Jimmy continued, "As you obviously didn't realize, the belt is worn for the first three years of the contract only. At this point the deferred money is enough incentive for you to complete your contract, and on top of that, I know you're enjoying your job immensely." Rachel smiled as he said that, it was definately true. Rachel was totally addicted at this point to bondage sex with strangers, and had even been wondering if she could continue after her contract was over, but only of course, without the belt. "Thank you so much Jimmy! It's true, I admit. Now I'll really enjoy it!" Rachel literally danced home that night in her usual tiny cutoffs, this time not quite so tight on her. She couldn't wait to get home to finger herself to orgasm like in the old days. As Rachel laid in bed, and started to caress herself, she realized it just wasn't cutting it. When she was streetwalking, this is what she enjoyed most. But that had changed. After three years of getting roughed up and fucked like an a****l, her own caresses simply didn't do the trick any more. Rachel laid there, barely turned on, realizing that she now needed that stock, and men, strangers, taking her roughly. Nipple clamps, the dildo gag, the hot ass from the paddling. Stuck in position with legs lewdly spread, on display on the internet. She now needed all that, and knew it. Rachel smiled as she rolled over to sl**p, suddenly looking forward to her next shift in a big way.