Shackles of Unfreedom

The red light.

The red light was on. I could see it, though I couldn't look at it directly. The red light was always on, and if it wasn't on, I'd panic, because that meant something might be wrong with my belt. Something might be wrong with my belt, which would mean something might be wrong with me. And if something was wrong with me, then Doctor Denton would know about it, and Doctor Denton would make sure that I knew about it too. And that wasn't a prospect I relished.

I looked down at the belt, propped up against the wall next to my bed. It gleamed in the low light of my room, the steel glinting in a way that took my breath away; but only for a moment. Then it was just another cruel reminder of the life I now lived.

Doctor Denton had been so kind when she told me what she wanted to do to me. It was so many years ago now that I can scarcely believe it happened - but then again, sometimes it feels like yesterday. The gentle smile she wore as she sat down next to me... That's why they called her Doctor Denton; her good-natured smile could bring even the most recalcitrant patient into line. In fact, several times it had brought me into line when I'd been being naughty (which was often). She'd sit there for a few moments, smiling at me until she thought I'd calmed down enough to listen to what she had to say. And then that smile would change from an expression of joy into one of sorrow - as though she were going to tell me some terrible news - and then she'd get down to business: chastity belts for little girls! All the other girls were wearing them (she said), and all their mothers were very pleased with how well behaved their daughters had become since they had begun wearing them too! But not all the girls were quite happy about them... They're big and bulky, they said; they make you feel trapped! But they learned to live with it eventually; they got used to it and saw how much nicer everyone seemed to think they were now! You'll get used to it too! You'll see! You'll see how nice!

And so began my descent into hell...

My first night with the belt felt like an eternity; restless sleep punctuated by countless nightmares where my belt kept getting bigger and tighter and heavier until finally I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as reality slowly returned and I realised that my belt hadn't grown in size overnight after all... It remained as heavy as ever, pressing down on every inch of my body as though trying to tell me that this moment is permanent, this moment is infinite... And then a bell rang out across the house: *dong* *dong* *dong*. Five o'clock already? It felt like no time at all since Doctor Denton had sent me to bed... Now here I am again, standing in front of my mirror looking at myself naked save for my chastity belt... How did that happen? How did this happen? Why did this happen? How am I supposed to live like this? How am I supposed to go through another day like today? What have I done so bad that God has decided punishment fits this crime? Is there no justice in this world? Have we become God's playthings? Are we nothing more than toys He plays with until He gets bored of us and throws us away...?

The bell rang out again: *dong* *dong* *dong*. Six o'clock already?! Oh God help me! Oh God give me strength! Oh God tell me what's happening! What's happening?! What's happening?! Where are we going?! Where are we going?! Where are we going?!

The car stopped outside Doctor Denton's practice. We parked outside and sat for a moment; waiting for someone else. Then the door opened and two men emerged from the car behind us - one on each side - walking around our car and opening our doors for us before escorting us inside. The receptionist looked up sharply when we entered; her eyes briefly meeting mine before darting straight back down towards her desk again without saying anything other than "good morning" or making any other movement than one foot tapping nervously against the floorboards below her chair every few seconds or so while her hands fluttered aimlessly around her desk... Like a bird trying desperately to keep itself aloft but ultimately doomed by its own weight until gravity inevitably wins out yet again over flight until it can no longer even remain standing upright but instead collapses into itself before disappearing entirely from view altogether... And then we were moving again: through the waiting room where parents waited anxiously for news regarding their children's health; through corridors lined with doctors offices where children in various states of undress could be seen sitting expectantly on examination tables staring blankly ahead of them whilst their gyn doctors made notes on clipboards or stethoscopes or whatever else was lying around nearby; through an open door into a dimly lit corridor where half-a-dozen gyn nurses stood ready; through another door into a small room where Anna was strapped face-down onto an examination table while Dr Caine made notes on her clipboard while Helen stood anxiously nearby holding a syringe filled with some kind of clear liquid... The door closes behind us: Anna doesn't seem to notice anything strange about what's happening right now; doesn't seem to notice that there are faces peering around her blindly sightless head staring blankly ahead towards nobody in particular while elsewhere others stare back at those same faces calling out instructions one after another without pausing for breath between each new command... Instead she stares straight ahead past Helen standing patiently next to her holding up a syringe filled with liquid ready for injection should the need arise... She doesn't even flinch when Dr Caine deftly jabs the needle into Anna's arm drawing blood from just beneath the surface of her skin before quickly wiping away excess blood from Anna's arm with a tissue before injecting what looks like a vaccine into Anna's bloodstream via the needle still sticking out from Anna's arm ... And then Helen is taking charge once more: lifting Anna up off of her back and onto her knees facing towards them both ... Before unclipping black leather straps across Anna's hips before removing them entirely from round Anna's waist leaving behind only the chastity cage which covers everything between Anna's legs right back up past her belly button ... Anna takes deep gasps as though having just narrowly escaped drowning or being shot in an assassination attempt rather than being subjected to routine medical treatment ... And then Helen takes control once more: spinning Anna around until she is facing away from both herself and Dr Caine ... There is silence as Anna waits patiently while Helen fiddles round behind her back ... And then Helen is pressing something against Anna's flesh which makes a quiet hissing sound ... A sharp pain shoots through Anna's belly along one side of where Helen has pressed whatever gadget she is holding against Anna ... And then suddenly silence again; only now there is warmth spreading across Anna's belly where Helen has just injected something into her body ... Helen holds whatever device she is using against Anna for several seconds longer before withdrawing completely away from Anna ... There is silence as Helen steps aside once more allowing Dr Caine access once more ... While he kneels behind Anna he runs his hand across her stomach feeling for any abnormalities followed by pinching one side of his finger against one specific spot on Anna's belly causing her to wince slightly under his touch while he checks yet again whether there are any irregularities on either side of whatever part he pinches between his thumb and forefinger ... Satisfied with whatever he finds there he stands up again: "Okay," he says shortly before turning around himself "you can take her away now."