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			DAMSELS UNDER GLASS: THE SERIES
			Charlie's Belt by DUG Guest Author OMDOM99 © 2001
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Charlie awoke in a luxurious bed covered with satin sheets.  She pulled her arms across her naked breasts protectively and realized that she was no longer tied to the coffee table.  Sitting up in the bed, she looked around the room.  On a bedside table sat the leg and ankle cuffs.  Her boots had been removed and were leaning against the wall next to an open door leading into a bathroom.  Seeing the bathroom, reminded Charlie that she desperately needed to use the facilities.  Swinging her feet off the bed, she pattered into the bathroom and plopped down on the toilet.  Across from her she saw a large tub filled with steaming water covered with aromatic bubbles.  Finishing her toilette, she stepped gingerly into the tub.  It was magnificent.  She slid down into the warm water feeling her muscles relax and her anxieties melt away.  Time seemed to stand still while she thought dreamily about the previous night.  “Wow, that was intense,” she said aloud.

After a leisurely bath, Charlie emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, clean and fresh smelling.  A breakfast tray sat on the bed beckoning her with its aroma of bacon and eggs.  She realized that she was famished and quickly devoured the gourmet meal.  Lying back on the bed she stretched her arms and legs wide and grinned in contentment.  It was then that she felt the paper under the pillow.  Pulling it out she unfolded it and read: 

“Good morning, Bug.  I think you learned your lesson last night.  Margo cleared your schedule for yesterday and today so you have nothing to do until tomorrow when you set up your new office and staff.  If you like, you can put on the clothes I left for you in the closet and leave.  On the other hand, you will notice that I have left the cuffs from last night on the table next to the bed.  If you feel that last night was not enough of a penalty for you, you can put the cuffs back on and hook yourself to the cable hanging from the center of the room.  Your choice…                  Elke.”

Charlie looked around the mirrored room.  She saw the closet door next to the open exit.  A sense of excitement ran through her body as she walked over to the wall and picked up her boots.  Returning to the bed she sat down and pulled them on.  Then she picked up the cuffs and looked at them with a smile.  Bending down she snapped one on each ankle and rising, one on each wrist.  Quickly she walked to the center of the room standing under a cable hanging from the ceiling.  Taking a deep breath, she stood on tiptoe and hooked the cuff rings to the hook at the end of the cable—and waited.