Fernylocks and three bears
Long ago before the days of SirTech, Fern was wandering in the woods. She was supposed to be in a uni lecture about the history of computing but the woods near campus were a much better place to spend time. Fern had explored most of the footpaths that snaked their way through the woods over the last few months and she had seen some strange things. One day she stumbled across a small tent where a homeless man lived, another day she saw an albino squirrel, and another day she saw some woman’s underwear hanging from a branch. She never learnt much about computing though.
Fern was running out of new places to play truant and the recent rain had made her usual path through the woods impassable. She was about to give up and walk back into town when suddenly she noticed a gap in the trees that she hadn’t seen before. The gap in the trees led to a new path where the path seemed dry and rocky. Fern checked her watch and saw there was still another 4 hours of lectures and seminars to dodge before she needed to catch her bus home.
“Let’s see where this goes,” Fern thought to herself.
Fern carefully followed the path trying to avoid any deep muddy puddles. It was early December and the woods seemed very dark and gloomy. The path got narrower and Fern ducked beneath the scraggly branches of a yew tree. As if out of nowhere Fern saw a small round wooden door in the side of the hilly embankment nestled among the knobbly tree roots.
All sorts of oddballs and weirdos hang out in these woods, Fern being one of them, so she should have known better than to go inside but she couldn’t resist pushing the door open.
Fern ducked and climbed through the small doorway and was surprised to find a small underground home complete with a warm fire.
“Am I about to get jumped by a hobbit? Am I going crazy?” Fern wondered, but the place was empty.
Before Fern could ponder her sanity too much she was distracted by the scent of porridge. She glanced over to the table by the fire and saw three green bowls of porridge sitting on the table. Lunchtime had been and gone so Fern was feeling very hungry.
She grabbed one of the spoons from the table and helped herself to the first bowl.
“Ew this is practically cement” scoffed Fern as she tried a mouthful of the thick clumpy porridge.
Fern tried the second bowl.
“Ew who puts honey in porridge!” she scoffed again.
Finally she tried the third bowl.
“Yum bland milky porridge, my favourite" she said to herself and she slurped down the creamy oaty goodness. Nutritious, bland, and no chewing required. The best of all foodstuffs second only to soup.
After finishing off the bowl she continued to snoop around the peculiar subterranean home. It seemed someone lived there but there was no sign of them. Fern was about to leave and continue her walk when she noticed a wooden chest in the corner of the room. Who could resist snooping in that?
Fern opened the unlocked chest and saw three chastity belts. What are the chances!
She had wanted a chastity belt for some time but had resigned herself to not being able to find one suitable. She had always wanted to try one and there didn’t seem to be anyone around so she couldn’t resist the urge to at least try it.
She pulled down her trousers and her undies and slipped on the first of the three belts. It was a struggle but she was able to pull it up around her waist before being hit with disappointment.
“Well that’s not going to work is it?” sighed Fern.
Next she grabbed the second belt and pulled it up around her waist. This belt suited her much better but it was far too large.
“I’ll need a lot of porridge to fit in this one” she sighed.
Finally Fern tried the last of the three belts. She scooched the belt up her legs and over her hips. It was a snug fit but not too tight. She felt around the sides of the belt and found that it was a perfect fit and surprisingly comfortable. In a moment of lustful excitement she clipped the waistband fully together and the belt clicked shut.
At that moment she heard movement outside coming towards the strange underground home. In a panic she pulled up her undies and her trousers and hastily left out of the small round door. She didn’t know whose home she had been snooping in and she didn’t want to wait around to find out. Fueled by panic and adrenaline she scurried away down the path and back towards civilization.
Later that afternoon Fern was waiting at the bus stop for her bus home when it dawned on her that she was still wearing the mysterious chastity belt she had inadvertently stolen from the home in the woods. For a moment she wondered if she had imagined the entire situation so she discreetly slipped a finger beneath the waistband of her trousers to check. She was reassured of her sanity when she felt the cold metal. It also occurred to her that she never thought to check for the key before absconding with the now locked and secure belt.
“Oh poop” she thought to herself despite feeling slightly aroused.
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