Mistress always keeps her promises. The telephone rang exactly on time two weeks later. It was a tremendous relief to hear the bell. I had attacks of sweating all morning whether she would call me or not. Staying in that awful belt only five minutes more would drive me crazy.

She sounded so wonderful warm and passionate in the telephone, chuckling in my ear, teasing me in her most sensual voice, telling me what she was wearing just there and then, which was more or less her perfume and shoes.... and chuckling even more when she heard me moaning as my pride began to struggle in panic once more in its steel prison.

I tried to be polite and take part in the small-talk, but finally I couldn't hold it any longer.

- "Please ! I almost screamed, &quuot;where is the key ??"

- "In the sugar cup, dear, on the bottom, under the sugar."

I flopped the telephone receiver down on the table and ran into the kitchen, tipped over a chair and a vase, found the cup, emptied it right on the kitchen workbench, - sugar flowing all over - and there it was ! Thank God !

With shivering fingers I put it into the lock, - that is; I tried to put it in - but it didn't fit !! It didn't fit at all !! I ran back to the telephone, grabbed the receiver and shouted in a hysterical voice: "It's the wrong key !!"

It was completely silent in the other end. "Do you hear me !" I kept on, - it's the wrong key, it doesn't fit !!! Are you there ??" I could hear my voice had reached a high pitch level.

" Yes, of course I'm here," Mistress answered. "Calm down. Let me think."

A long and dreadful silence followed. I could hear her fiddle with something..... then she finally came back.

"Do you know dear, I think I have the keys all mixed up. I put all the keys I don't need while I'm down here in the safe deposit box in the bank. It seems two of your three keys are there. But I got the third one, right here."

I was getting close to a blackout.... "how can you be sure? " I asked in a shivering voice.

"It's clearly marked," she answered, "and I recognise it."

"You have to mail it to me, now, please! " I could hear my own voice becoming more and more desperate.

"Well..." Mistress hesitated... "I'm not sure it will be a good idea to do that. This country is still suffering from all those long years under the Soviet Union. The infrastructure is terrible, including the post and mail services. I believe all letters are x-rayed, and if they discover a piece of metal in one, I'm pretty sure it will be confiscated, or at least take a hell of a lot of time before it's finally forwarded. Do you want to take this chance?"

"But, but.. what shall I do !!??" I don't think I have ever felt more frustrated and bewildered...!

"You can of course come down here and get unlocked," was the malicious answer....

I suddenly got the whole idea! I should have known the minute she said she had the keys all mixed up. Mistress never, ever have anything at all mixed up !

But, at the same time, I felt somewhat cocky, - got a feeling of pride so to say. It helps to know that even if I'm experiencing harsh slavery and the horniness of the century, it's because a wonderful Mistress wants me to. And so I accepted without further complaints, for her. Even though it is difficult. And the question remains if our slave contract have this proof of lawful acquisition to make me travel to Prague, keeping me away from my work. But I know what her answer to that would be: "No, I suppose I can't demand this. It's up to you. But under the circumstances you just have to wait for another four weeks...!"

I didn't bother to discuss it at all. Another four weeks would kill me. I would be found with exploded balls. In shining armour. No way !

To make the story short: I booked a flight for next morning, and phoned her back informing about time of arrival. She purred like a hungry cat who just captured a canary........

The next morning, I phoned in sick to my boss at work, the same to the football coach (he became very, very upset!!), went on the bus to the airport, checked in my little bag, got my boarding pass, and went to the departure hall through the electronic gate.

And then all hell broke loose.

I should have known. All that metal around my crotch became the equivalent of a large pistol seen from an electronic gate's point of view, and the alarm went off all over like a shock wave. Security people popped up from everywhere, and I was dragged into a closet where three young women(!!) demanded me to empty my pockets. So I did, which of course didn't make any difference at all when they fingered all over me afterwards with these hand held sensors; - these nasty things were squeaking like lost souls when they even got near my hips.

"What do you have under your pants ?" One of them asked in a decisive tone.

"Eh.. oh, that ...under my pants, you mean ?" I could hear how ridiculous I sounded.

"Yes - we do mean under your pants." Her tone was very sarcastic now.

And she went on: "You better tell us, or show us, or being handed over to the police." The tone was now very peremptory.

"Well, it's nothing, really, just a belt," I tried my most casual tone, but didn't sound trustworthy a all, I could sense that, alarmingly well.

"What kind of belt ?" She was beastly persistent, and very attractive at the same time, tall, blond, long- legged, reminded me of Sisca... she would make a marvellous Mistress.. .my mind was fluctuating in nervousness, I was sweating and fumbling and realised I was probably at the moment the biggest bungler at the airport....

Then I more or less got a black out, and felt like carried away on a wave of dizziness, and I suddenly gave a damn... nothing could be worse than it already was, no matter how...

I tore open my belt, let my pants fall, and appeared to them in shining stainless steel. "It's a bloody chastity belt, damn it !...satisfied ??"

A deadly silence followed.

All three of them stared.... open-mouthed. The silence kept on.... deafening, so to say. And at that same moment I realised Mistress had found the ultimate way of letting me know my position. She loves that, - but once more Mistress's love for me became a rather questionable issue for me right there and then...... and I felt I'd got the colour of an accident in a tomato-juice factory at sunset..... it was the complete humiliation...

Then one of the girls start to giggle, the other one was blushing, but the third one turned around, left the closet, and very soon returned along with a woman in her early fifties, some superintendent of some sort I guessed. This senior lady neither blushed nor giggle, but looked with genuine interest on my device, and a faint smile grew on her face.

"Never leave home without it, " was her first, rather shockingly and unfeeling remark. "Go and get Ms....."

The girl left, and returned once more with an even older lady. She had the appearance of an old, devastated she-wolf, with the eyes of an eagle, and the callous behaviour of a Sergeant Major. She didn't move a muscle of her face; just bent forward and examined my armour.

And another, unexpected and unfeeling remark followed: "This is the new Belgian model, isn't it ?" the wolf asked in an everyday tone to the other senior lady. I was reduced to some indifferent peace of meat, simply a belt holder, a chastity belt stand......

"I think it is," the other lady answered, "and a fine craftsmanship too."

I didn't believe what I heard...

Then the wolf straighten her back, turned half way to the younger girls, and started in an unbelievable lecturing tone: "What you see here, girls, is what every male creature should be locked up in except when needed for breeding. The world would be a much better place to live in for all. Control a man's penis, and you control the whole man !" (I have heard that one before !)

I noticed the wolf had a wedding ring on her finger, and I suddenly got a strong feeling of solidarity with her husband. "Let this be a moment of inspiration to you all, girls," the wolf continued. "Now you should all know what to wish for Christmas ! You want believe how eager to please they get in just a few days when wearing the belt and denied release."

Then she suddenly noticed my presence, and focused her eagle eyes on my purple face: "How long have you been locked up ?"

"Two weeks," I stammered.

"Quite nice !" It was said with a sadistic grin. "Give my regards to you Mistress !"

And then she turned to the other women: "It's OK, let him go. I will inform the SAS head waitress on the plane. This chastity boy will probably hide behind a newspaper for the whole trip and be the most invisible and humble passenger on the flight."

She gave me a last look, with a new glimpse of keen interest in her eye's as they were slowly sliding all over my nearly naked body. "Hmm... I wouldn't mind a slave like you myself for Christmas..... now, no more nonsense, - get dressed and get on board !"

The nightmare was finally over. And it all went like she predicted. I didn't dare look up from behind my newspaper during the whole flight, with the risk of meeting the stewardess's eyes, knowing they knew.....

One of them bent over me at one time, and with the softest voice, more of a whisper, asked: "I'm sure we can tempt you with something ??" I just shook my head. To my last day I will never know if this was teasing or not.....

I didn't look at the stewardess as I left the plane, just past them as quickly I could... I can't ever fly SAS any more, or use Gardermoen...

I phoned Mistress as soon as I got my bag, got final instructions about her address, found a taxi, and drove into Prague as the horniest and most humiliated man in town...... and suddenly remembered this was the country of 'Other World Kingdom'... God Heavens... what can I expect !

To be continued......