I knocked but the music she was jamming to kept her from hearing me. I figured she knows I'm coming over and the door is open so she must of left it o...ened for me. I stepped in, calling her name... No answer. I followed the music to see if she was there, as I came into the room she was sitting in a chair sorting some kind of paperwork stuff. Me being the prick I am and thinking it's funny, I smacked the door and yelled hey! She about jumped to the ceiling. I laughed, apologized and told her I. They had spent the first hour trying to pick the padlocks or somehow slide the belt off but soon realized that that would never happen. Kate struggled to control her frustration. Other times in chastity she would amuse herself by begging Brad for the key, which usually didn’t take long. Or if worst came to worst she could find pliers or a hacksaw. Or even go to a locksmith. Now she could do nothing. She couldn’t get herself out of the belt even if her life depended on it. And to make matters. I take a big gulp and wince as I taste the sugar she’s put in it – a sign of how unfamiliar we still are to each other. It’s probably how her dad takes it. I hate it when she compares me to him. Though to be fair, I’m far closer in age to him than I am to her. I drink it anyway. Scanning her messy bedsit, I slowly piece together the events that brought me here. The two hour drive up this afternoon, meeting up with her and her friends in the Union Bar. Just seeing them together made me feel old. More demanding within them. With more feelings that were strange to them as they explored each other’s bodies by fingering and tasting. The urgency within them was harder to control or to understand but then what was not to understand. They spent more time naked now when they felt safe from discovery. Finding places to be alone had become a challenge. Some how they knew that adults would now become quite agitated with them and they would be very embarrassed to be discovered naked by anyone for.