On the way to Mr. F's home, I return the chastity belt key to the young woman who has just spent a week fucking my husband and me, but I tell her that if she doesn't want to stay with him, she only has to ask and I will bring her back and start looking for another opportunity for her. I assure Chelsea that I will check in on her frequently for a while to make sure that she adjusts okay.

Mr. Fuscia is waiting for us when we arrive and shows us right into the house, into the same room where I had watched him grovel at his ex-wife's feet. He is physically a much changed man, much healthier and more attractive, but he still has some difficulty meeting my eyes. I still have some trouble not seeing him as the pathetic man I had met, but I am glad that he has made so much progress. He introduces his children to Chelsea. His daughter is just leaving for her private school. I watch as she grabs her backpack, says goodbye to her little brother, and gets into a car with another parent and child.

When I turn back from watching her, I see Chelsea kneeling on the floor in front of Mr. F, holding her key in her upturned palms above her head, clearly offering it to him. When he realizes what she's offering, he physically recoils from her and slaps the key out of her hands. I rise to go to her, but he grabs my hand and drags me into the master bedroom, closing the door behind us, and having no trouble staring furiously into my eyes.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Did you put her up to that?"

I quickly decide which Cate he should see, the confident submissive or the dominant bitch. I decide that the dominant bitch can serve as backup if Cate Confidence fails. "No, Sir. I am sorry. I did not realize she would do that. I had no idea she would offer her key to you."

"What? Her key? That isn't...? Her key?"

"She probably thought I had already told you about her... But I didn't tell either of you about the other's... history."

"Aw crap. She was somebody's slave?"

"I'd better let her explain, if you'll give her a chance. I think you could be good for her. She needs help and she really is a sweet person. You have some common ground. Maybe she could also be good for you."

He seems very reluctant, but when I explain that I had been her keyholder for the past week, and that she feels very uncomfortable when somebody is not holding her key, he agrees to talk with her. When we return, we find her playing with his son. The key is not in sight. The boy is laughing and, when she gets up to rejoin us, he hugs her legs. She picks him up and hugs him and he buries his face in her hair.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you, Sir."

"It's okay, Chelsea. Please don't call me sir. My name is William. Mrs. Blanc explained a little. Perhaps I should hear a little more. It's time for his nap. We'll talk when he's down. Wait here."

While he's gone, I explain to Chelsea that she startled him and that he didn't know how to react, that he didn't know about her belt.

When he returns, I suggest that I give them some privacy and Mr. F suggests that I might like to reacquaint myself with his basement and advise him on repurposing it as a day care space. "It would be nice to make a bright, clean, useful, and fun space out of it."

I wander around in the large basement, remembering the night I humiliated myself and him there. I enjoy picturing what it could be, once the remodel is complete. I see the monitor that was on when I first visited the room, I turn it on, just to see whether he has disabled the camera in the master bedroom. Immediately I hear their voices and see them enter into the room. I think about turning the monitor off, but then I see Mr. F glance up at the camera and smile. I guess that he intended for me to watch whatever happens when he suggested that I go to the basement, so I observe.

"Mrs. Blanc didn't want to tell me more than she had to. She's very secretive in her activities with the sisterhood, and respectful of our privacy. I thought the key you were offering was something that my ex-wife took from me. I thought maybe Mrs. Blanc had recovered it for me. I'm sorry for reacting the way did."

"No apology is necessary, Sir. I guess what I did was a little abrupt and impetuous. The key is for this."

She lifts her skirt and shows her chastity belt to him, as if there is no reason to even hesitate about doing that. She normally wears dresses or top/skirt outfits without panties during the day.

"It comforts me to wear it and helps me focus on my tasks. Otherwise, I might do something that violates the house rules. That's why I offered the key to you. It's your house, your rules. If you'll let me live here, I'll feel better if you'll keep my key during the day and unlock me at night. I can sleep in this if I have to, but..."

"I wouldn't dream of keeping you locked up when you don't want to be, but I think I understand what you mean. If you're going to wear it while caring for my children though, they must not see it. If you're going to wear skirts, I would prefer that you wear panties over it, or instead of it. Maybe we can agree on some other symbol to serve the same purpose. But to show you that I understand, perhaps I should show you something."

I think that he's about to get his cock cage from a hiding place, that doing so was the reason for bringing her into the bedroom, but he pulls his pants down and shows her that he's wearing it! I thought the rehabbing had ended his inner torment over being reduced to being his ex-wife's slave, but apparently, he too has found comfort in voluntarily wearing a tool of enforced chastity.

"I've tried to break myself of the habit of wearing it. It comforts me. I don't know how else to explain it."

"I'm pretty sure that I know what you mean. I've never seen one of those. May I look more closely at it?"

She drops to her knees before he answers, but he says, "Sure. My ex used to show it off all the time to her girlfriends and lovers. It's good to have a choice in the matter."

"Can I unlock it?"

"You want to...?"

She looks up into his eyes, smiles, and nods.

"Will I be unlocking yours?"

She grins. "I hope so." Her key is suddenly in her hands again and she holds it in her upraised palms for him. He accepts it and drops it into his shirt pocket before pulling a thin chain over his head and giving it to her.

She opens the lock and sets it on the night stand.

"May I?" He nods and she removes the wire cage from his already growing cock.

"How do I...? I don't want to hurt your..."

He shows her how to remove the base ring from his cock and balls. It's a bit tricky to push one ball through at a time without pain. He's much harder now, and I'm feeling pretty steamy in my panties. I'm standing where I'm sure he was once required to stand while he watched his wife have sex. The spanking chair is gone so I have no place to sit. I drop my jeans and lean against the wall, noticing that there are metal rings embedded in the wall and ceiling all around me. Mrs. F must have bound him in front of the monitor.

I imagine myself bound with legs spread and arms up, unable to touch myself while watching the screen. But of course, I do touch myself with one hand in my panties while the other reaches under my shirt, unclips my bra, and pleases first one, then the other stiff nipple. My tongue sneaks out and licks my lips as Chelsea leans in and licks the tip of Mr. F's nicely hardening cock. I press three fingertips down at the top of my mound as I watch her begin to work her magic.

Soon after, I'm rubbing my clit, stopping only when Mr. F pulls his cock away from Chelsea. It's longer than I remember, and seems much stiffer than it got with me. He helps her to stand and she lifts her skirt as he unlocks the three locks that hold her belt. She removes her top and bra, revealing her hard dark red nipples. She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor.

"Please, on top," he says, as he lays on the bed, his cock pointing up like a flagpole until she straddles his hips and sheaths it inside her. I place my finger back on my clit and speed myself toward orgasm, but Mr. F comes too soon and Chelsea rolls off onto her back to keep his sperm inside her for a while. He quickly begins to lick her pussy and then I come, knowing that he is licking where my husband came a few hours earlier.

I come again as I hear Chelsea succumb to his expert tongue. She seems well pleased.

He lays beside her and they seem happy together. "I'm not always that quick," he says. It's true. His rehabber said that he had good control by the time he was ready to rejoin the world.

"It's okay. It's good to feel so overwhelmingly desirable. I don't have to come every time, but I'm glad your tongue is so good. I think we'll do well together if you'll have me."

"Can you move in today?"

"Yes. Everything I own is in one bag out in the car."

They begin dressing and that is my cue to pull my jeans back up and turn the screen off. Unless Mr. F is now sterile, Chelsea has a second sperm donor, so if she discovers that she is pregnant the identity of the father will be uncertain. The sisterhood will determine who it is, but whether the men will be told is something we will decide later.

I'm left wondering about the deeper implications of what I have witnessed. There are many differences in the ways they were enslaved. William's masculinity was targeted and eroded. He was spiritually crushed by it. He experienced extreme humiliation, but he could easily have walked away at any time.

Chelsea was confined to a more traditional role for women, that of chattel, and was seemingly less emotionally harmed by it. I don't know whether she felt humiliated or whether it would have bothered her if she did. In her shoes, I would have, but her desire for children was all that mattered to her and her childhood experiences had prepared her for domination by a father figure. I wonder about the effects of that.

Despite their experiences with control and obedience, both of them still find comfort in having access to their genitals physically restricted. I don't know what it implies, but it intrigues the hell out of me.

This time that I've spent with them makes me that much happier when my own children return from boarding school for the Summer recess. While they were away, I experienced periods where I didn't feel like much of a mother. I sent them away to be raised by other people despite the fact that the sisterhood exists to create stable two-parent families for the benefits that brings to children. But I accepted Barbie Malibu's explanation that many children benefit from boarding schools after they reach age ten.

After my daughter and the twins have settled back into our home, we quickly reconnect and I discover an unexpected benefit of their time away. They have matured emotionally as well as intellectually. We can now converse at a more adult level and we seem to have more respect for each other. They have more self-confidence and a greater sense of themselves as individuals.

Maddie is a teen now and she quickly realizes that I've developed an intimacy disorder. She seems to want to blame it on her father, perhaps remembering that weekend years ago when I left and returned a changed person. I never told her that he had an affair, but she seemed to have an adult level of women's intuition from the day she was born. I assure her that I'm seeing a professional and that I've made some progress on it.

I strive to put many of my sisterhood duties on the back burner as we enjoy vacations and reconnect with each other. Chelsea calls me about 10 weeks after she left our home. She is pregnant and William is aware that it might not be his child, but apparently does not care. He is delighted that she will have what she so desperately wanted, that she would endure the lifestyle her ex-husband demanded of her. I inform Bethany and we formally induct Chelsea into the sisterhood and negotiate a contract with William for her.

It is odd for me to be on both sides of the negotiation, but I am the sponsor of both of them. It is not a marriage. Neither of them wants that. It is a domestic partnership agreement, although such are not recognized by the government and neither party cares about that. They seem to know that the sisterhood will enforce it if that become necessary.

During the negotiations, I have opportunities to hug them both. I detect no chastity devices. Both wear matching keys on chain necklaces, perhaps those are the symbols that William spoke of. I see genuine love growing, warts and all.