The package arrives mid-day. It's heavy, but not prohibitively. It is bulky and awkward, however, and I am just an elf. After a few minor attempts, I decide to leave it on the porch until Master gets home.
Miss Charlotte was at home, but was of no help for reasons apparent if you know her.
Master is excited to see it's arrival, but does not tell me what is inside. Instead, he takes it up to his room and asks me to tell him when Mistress gets home.
It's almost dinner time by the time she arrives. Master greets me at his door when I go up to tell him. He has me summon the others to the master bedroom at once.
As soon as they arrive, well, as soon as Miss Charlotte decides to join Mistress and I, Master brings us in and sits us down across from the bed. The box is open on top, and I can see from where I am that it is full of metal objects, but nothing else.
"About the little household games, lately," he explains to us, "I've let it all go on long enough. It's time to restore order, and I've bought some tools to facilitate this."
I'm honestly curious, but both Mistress and Miss Charlotte have an amused look that's clearly hiding some apprehension.
"Melody," he beckons me over, which of course I do, "Disrobe."
That's sudden, but Master's orders are Master's orders, so I quickly unfasten and drop my dress to the floor. There was a time I'd be embarrassed being the only nude (well, mostly nude) one in the room, but I'm fairly used to it by now.
He pulls what is most certainly a chastity belt out of the box. Oooh, pretty. It's like mine, but shinier and fancier. I bite my lip to hide my excitement. It's a little weird that I get excited over the prospect of a new chastity belt, but if Master want's to adorn me with something pretty, I'm all for it, even if it's something that locks away all my pleasure bits.
He removes my old one and fixes the new one into place. It fits like a glove, clearly tailored for me. It's a little different in that there's a bit on the inside that presses up against my clit. It doesn't hurt, or even cause discomfort, but it is curious. Master makes sure that it presses directly to my nub, and not just to the hood. I have to say that I'm becoming mildly concerned.
Next up is Mistress. She gives him a little smirk as she's asked to disrobe as well, but complies.
"Someone went all out on this one," she tells him as he fits her own belt to her hips, "I hope we're not in for anything too harsh."
He smiles, but says nothing. She's taking this in very good humor. I'm a little concerned with the idea of putting a human woman in chastity. It doesn't seem right. But I put my faith in Master.
Miss Charlotte, however, just crosses her arms when he calls her over.
"Charlotte? Did you not hear me?" he asks her.
"Oh, I heard you, but I'm not really fond of the idea of having my naughty parts locked up. Besides, baby, with all the lesser pussy already locked away, aren't you going to need it?"
"That's nice. I still need you to come over here," he repeats his order.
"Baby, I'm-"
"Charlotte, it wasn't a question," he cuts her off with a commanding tone. Master doesn't raise his voice often, but when he does, it gets heard.
And it works. Miss Charlotte remembers who she belongs to and reluctantly obeys him. I've never seen her put in her place so quickly.
Hearing him raise his voice affects me, too. I guess the inside of my new belt wasn't going to stay dry forever.
Now we see where most of the weight in the package comes from. Spidergirls' can't exactly wear conventional chastity belts. It's an elaborate contraption, but it fixes the belt to her crotch as securely as ours.
But there's a fourth device, this one even larger. Master affixes it to the rear side of her spider portion and I realize that it's not for her genitals, but her spinneret.
I can't say I'm sad to see that blocked off, however Miss Charlotte seems even more bothered by this one than by the one on her pussy.
We sit back down and he produces the final object in the package, four simple remote controls with a single button on each. He gives one to each of us, with strict instructions not to press the button yet.
"You'll all have noticed by now that there's a little probe pressing against your clits," he explains, "that is what makes these belts special, and it will be central to our little team-building exercise."
I look at the big red button and have to restrain myself from pressing it.
"Unfortunately, as it turns out, this model only has the single button, and so each remote will activate all of your belts at once, instead of individually," he says, gesturing at the button, "So keep that in mind before you consider pressing it, this will happen to you as well as the others."
With that, he depresses the big red button and suddenly my clit is on fire. And not in the good way. I yelp out and the others echo me as a sharp shock jolts through my sensitive nub. It feels like an eternity, but couldn't have been longer than a few seconds.
Mistress stands up swiftly, "Okay dear, you've had your fun, but this is going a little too far."
"Oh, I'm going to far, am I? Not you all?"
"Come on, take it off. I'm a free human woman and your wife, I don't have to do this shit," she tells him.
"That's true. Absolutely true. You are a free woman and are not obligated to play my games," he pulls out the key and tosses it to her, "And it's no big deal. Without you playing along, I still have my other, loyal, submissive girls that will enjoy playing with me."
Her fingers stop with the key already in the lock. With a heavy sigh, she withdraws it and hands it back to him.
"Ah, so you'll play after all? Excellent," he smiles and kisses her, "Now that we've got everything set up, I believe dinner was almost ready? I'm famished.
Dinner is a little awkward, to be honest. Or at least quiet. I'm used to being put in my place, figuratively or literally. The other two, are not.
