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Calisa Bliss was definitely not happy. Just hours earlier, her partner secured her in the unforgiving embrace of full metal chastity — a steel Carrara chastity belt; a chastity bra that encased her full breasts; and a locking slave collar locked around her slender neck. Heart pounding, she stripped away her clothes with which she had tried to hide her predicament, then turned to face the full-length mirror, her wide eyes reflecting sheer disbelief at the sight of her transformed body: the cold metal gleaming, rendering her most intimate areas inaccessible, a symbol of total submission she never imagined enduring. Fingers fumbling with her phone, she dialed him in desperation, voice quivering as she pleaded, ‘What have you done? This can’t be real! Unlock me now!’ But his response was a low, dominant chuckle over the line, laced with authority: ‘Complaining already? That will earn you some extra time locked up. Learn your place, or it’ll be a month.’ The line went dead, leaving Calisa staring at her caged reflection, a flush of humiliated arousal creeping through her as the reality of his prolonged dominance sank in.
