But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Kathryn Bell, and I'm a thief. Well, was a thief? I don't know what I am no...w. A toy? Or maybe I'm just an example for anyone else who would dare to try and steal from Anthony Belli. In my line of work, everyone knew Belli's name. He was affiliated with organized crime, but too well connected to be arrested by the police. People that were set to testify against him had a habit of vanishing. In short, he's a bad man. And,. Then a strange sensation, the feel of something sliding into the opening of his penis, then CLICK…”What the hell was that” he asked. Then as she removed herself from his view he could see what it was. There encircling his scrotum was a steel ring, and on the top was a small steel dome that covered the tip of his penis with a small steel tube that went into the urethra removing any possibility of him becoming erect.They had played with chastity before, but the devices they had used a small. Wanting, needing to be closer. To see the anguish in these men’s eyes, to watch as their look shifts to a brief, yet brilliant flash of hope as the moment looms ever closer, to witness the final, dry, distant look as all faith is crushed. Replaced by an overwhelming realization of doom. Finally slipping softly between two large men, smiling up at one as she achieves her destination at the edge of the podium. Her timing is perfect. All eyes turn and voices erupt as the fourth and final candidate. I politely told her address but I observed that there is some confusion in face.So I asked madam, I need to go the same direction if you don’t mind can join you and show the way too. She seems to be not pleased by my request I felt guilt for asking and moving with angry face the called again and asked to join. I sat in car she observed my unhappy face and asked what do I do, said I was working in a company nearby and this is my daily route and I catch bus and so and so…She said, she was going.