1726: Beauty and the (Caged) Beast

Belle deduced that the parents (who had died when Beast was a child) were two alchemists, who had discovered how to make metal cages with a padlock such that they could be worn for days and weeks without hurting the skin (supported by a strap behind the back).

Belle was not a bashful girl: she had already had her first experiences, both with girls and with selfish, hasty men. She had realized that illiterate lesbians did not attract her; and that the males who had fucked her had never given her a deep thrill or a sensation similar to what medical treatises defined as "Orgasm".

Yes, because the women of the village did not understand, that amid the books she read with fables and fairytales, there were also treatises on medicine and anthropology. And even chemistry, albeit in the medieval version of alchemy.

Belle picked up some other books and saw that they described the forced chastity cage style.

Intrigued by Suzanne's knowledge and enchanted by the wonders around her, Belle craved to become her apprentice through the books. Together, they embarked on a thrilling journey through extraordinary worlds that existed beyond imagination.

With bravery and ingenuity, Belle and Suzanne traveled through the maps of each opened atlas to ancient civilizations long forgotten, witnessing breathtaking landscapes and meeting fascinating characters along their way. They stepped into the elegant salon and were transported to a realm where reality blended seamlessly with fantasy, where dreams became tangible.

They deciphered cryptic clues hidden within books within books, solved intricate puzzles left behind by long-gone scholars, and gathered allies from other realms who shared their plight.

From the pages, Suzanne seemed also a builder by herself. In the enchanting world of Suzanne, where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur, the story follows her journey as a skilled builder of eighteenth-century automata. As she meticulously crafts intricate clockwork figures that come to life with a touch of magic, she stumbles upon a secret that piques her curiosity even further.

In one captivating chapter, Suzanne delves into the realm of talking animals. She recounts tales of clever cats who walk on two legs, their feline wisdom shining through in their witty conversations and mischievous antics. These extraordinary felines navigate the human world with an air of mystery, offering guidance and companionship to those willing to embrace their unique gifts.

But it doesn't end there. Suzanne also unveils an unexpected twist in her narrative - benevolent werewolves. Contrary to popular belief, these mythical creatures are not cursed beings driven by bloodlust under full moons. Instead, they possess an innate sense of empathy and understanding, using their transformative powers to protect and guide humanity during times of darkness.

As Suzanne's stories unfold within her creations, she begins to question the boundaries between reality and fantasy. The line blurs further as she encounters individuals who claim to have encountered these remarkable beings firsthand. Skeptical yet intrigued, Belle embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind these extraordinary tales.

After all, she had been to dinner with a talking animal and the candlestick and the teapot! So, although the "Old Belle" who lived in the little Town would have disapproved, the "New Belle" now reading in a fancy library was willing to accept new ideas: she might not believe everything (Clever Cats?) but the notion that even a Beast could nurture emotions of empathy was a heart-warmer on that frosty night. Belle began to perceive herself as an Ugly Duckling: ostracised by all her peers in the village, but metamorphosed into a magnificent swan in this beautiful library. A swan adult and kinky. Already in Ancient Greek mythology, Zeus had transformed himself into a Swan to sexually seduce Leto and impregnate her with the divine twins, Apollo and Diana/Artemis.

Belle for the first time perceived herself as a Swan: lecherous and lustful.

With each passing chapter, Belle's fascination deepens as she explores in the pages the possibilities of a world where talking animals and benevolent werewolves exist alongside humans. Through her encounters with both believers and skeptics alike, she discovers that sometimes truth can be found in the most unexpected places - even within one's imagination.

As Suzanne continues her journey as a master automata builder, her creations take on new life inspired by these fantastical tales. The lines between human and machine blur as her clockwork figures begin to exhibit hints of sentience and individuality.

In this mesmerizing tale of wonder and discovery, Suzanne finds herself at the crossroads of fantasy and reality, challenging her perceptions and reminding us all that sometimes the most extraordinary things can be found in the corners of our imagination.

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Trying to break out of the hypnotic trance of all those books, Belle walked towards the center of the Library. She thought that touching a concrete object would help her get her feet back on the ground.

She positioned herself on her knees in front of the wooden globe and looked at the wooden wheels on which the base was supported.

Pressing both Madagascar and Pondicherry on India's east coast (following the Log's instructions) Belle heard a click. The Globe opened with a slight click, revealing a slit along the line of the Equator.

Belle had already seen a similar rack in a book: it was a kind of trolley with wheels, which a waiter could bring into a club without being noticed (contraband booze!).

But in this Globe, the ingenious Suzanne had hidden sex toys of her invention. There was a penis cage with a padlock and two keys: they were very small but perfectly functional, perhaps made of silver or some metal alloy. They were kept inside small velvet pouches and there was not the slightest sign of rust. There were also anal plugs, whips, handcuffs, and several other items. Surely no one had ever seen them: even if Fifi or some other animated piece of furniture had dusted, it certainly would not have occurred to her to press Madagascar to activate the mechanical opening.

Belle examined the objects and then made a decision. "If I must live for years in this Manor together with that Beast, then I will live here: but by MY RULES."

Belle was aroused by the reading. The pussy was a puddle of molten wax. Her nipples were swollen and tense. She felt a desperate need to masturbate. She put the books away (after choosing one to take to the bedroom) and walked quickly towards the central corridor.

Leaving the Library of the Beast Manor, Belle emerged as a changed person—enlightened by her encounters with otherworldly wonders and armed with a newfound appreciation for the power of imagination. As she stepped back into her world, she carried with her a spark of magic that would forever remind her that extraordinary adventures can be found even in the most unexpected places.

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Belle had already made her decision. She took quill and ink and wrote a short letter. Then she walked out, heading for the Bedroom she had been assigned. In her hand, she had the Log, two books about Teasing, and some items she had "borrowed" from the Globe.

Lumiere ran towards her. "Mademoiselle! A long time had elapsed! I was afraid you had fallen asleep in the library and I can't go in, you know!"

"It is all right, Lumiere dear, I am perfectly safe and sound. Would you do me an immense favor, s'il te plait? You must take this object... and this message... to your noble Owner, the young Viscount."

"Oh! But this is..."

"None of your concern: mind your own business. I'll keep the two keys." Her eyes smiled in sweetness as her finger pointed to the necklace with two new pendants.

"Oh la la! All right mademoiselle. At once mademoiselle. Merci beaucoup, you are our saviour, mademoiselle."

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Dear reader, the elapse of Time is one of the usual absurdities of fairytales. How is it possible that Belle read all those books in one night? Perhaps she spent many nights and days reading all those books on perversion, BDSM, and fetishism. Maybe whole weeks had passed, maybe months. But outside the window was still the same Winter, cold and. The narrator is not omniscient: and like Herodotus (the ancient storyteller of exoticism and eroticism), he may only admonish the reader by noting in the margin, "Even me, by myself, I do not believe that this is plausible; yet I repeat it, as other people have told me."

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Chapter 4: New Rules: "Se vuol Ballare, Signor Contino..." (Mozart, Marriage of Figaro: "If You Wish to Dance, Monsieur the Young Viscount...")

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Belle sent the Butler as a messenger to Beast, who was still sleeping lazily in his four-poster bed in silk and brocade sheets. Money does not give happiness, but it provides satin sheets.

"Aw... What do you want, Lumiere? I have no desire to listen to anything or anyone." Beast gasped.

"Oh, monsieur, this message is of the utmost importance, I assure you." Said the butler, beginning to read:

"Dear Monsieur le Beast. I have spent a pleasant evening in your Library and I thank you for it."

"Is that all? Let me sleep, you fool!"

"No, there is more. "I have read many books and also the diary of your late mother, Suzanne Barbot: a loving and intelligent woman.

I know that I cannot replace her! But she wrote that a male can benefit from wearing a chastity cage. Your mother asserted that some males are prone to compulsive masturbation and the gratification of the most selfish and bestial instincts, whereas a chastity cage offers males the opportunity to soothe themselves, devote their time to calmness, and even fondle a person without the urge to cum immediately.

I don't expect you to believe me. But I do not dare to speak to you in person if you do not first agree to wear this chastity cage.

Please note that these words of mine do not constitute extortion or ... Blackmail. If you choose otherwise, you may continue to masturbate compulsively as a monkey and keep roaring at your servants. The Manor is yours.

I offer you a way of cohabitation, which based on the reading I have done, seems to be fun, educational, and satisfying.

It is an offer to live better for both of us. You, monsieur, are too aggressive, too testosteronic. This hurts you. Not to me: to you.

Please reflect on my offer. Your mother's diary seemed very convincing to me. I offer you my helping hands: I promise, I will do all I can to make you calm and polite.

I do not know if this Lifestyle will change the Curse: maybe... not.

But let me say, Monsieur Beast, that your anger does not help you to be happy. You are as much a prisoner of this Manor as I am. You are marginalized from social life exactly as I am. Everyone considers you strange, just as they consider me strange.

Both you and I are two Ugly Ducklings, but we could be two beautiful, adult, sexy swans.

The two of us together could live a better life, thanks to these books.

If you want.

I send you the Diary Log of Alchemist lady Susanne Barbot, with bookmarks for the most significant pages and a proposal for future peaceful coexistence in Your Manor. I know you have difficulty reading the handwriting and I have instructed the gentle Lumiere to read it for you, before also handing over the objects I have found."

"Objects? What objects?" roared Beast.

The messenger did not flinch and read the next line in a solemn tone: "Precise orders prevent the kind butler monsieur Lumiere from answering empty questions formulated by Beast with ungracious grunts. Please proceed to the reading."

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With a matter-of-fact voice, Lumiere read the pages where Belle had placed the bookmarks. Probably, Lumiere must have had some experience in S&M as well (maybe he played with wax on the French Maid's nipples, Fifi?), because he always understood allusions and double entendres.

For example, Lumiere knew very well what a Wooden Horse looked like, because before the Curse, he had tied Fifi on a wedge-shaped frame, impaled on top of a pair of polished wooden dildoes (one in front and one behind). And then he had whipped her tits and then forced her into a deepthroat blowjob with swallowing. But she had been the one to ask for it... it was all her idea because the little French Maid was a born submissive and she got excited when he spanked her or whipped her nipples.

Using his experiential expertise, Lumiere explained to Beast the effectiveness of handcuffs chains, etc.

Beast could not believe what he was hearing. Had his mother created those metal devices? And did his father wear it?

Lumiere tried to put it forward in the most persuasive and diplomatic voice possible. "Monsieur Viscount, please, I beg of you. It is our only chance of salvation. I know it might sound like an extortion, but for the moment it is only a precaution that will serve to protect the weaker person..."

"The weakest person is THAT PETITE GIRL, tiny as a straw!" roared the Beast, boasting his muscles.

"The weakest person in a couple is always the one most deeply in love, monsieur. Would you like me to pour some beverage? Perhaps a chamomile tea filled with valerian, monsieur? May I pour you a drink?"

"That would be nice" puffed the Beast.

"While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice, monsieur... s'il vous plait. TALK LESS..." Lumiere had widened the candles (as if they were arms) as if to hang a banner on the wall or spread the corners of the Beast's lips upwards.

"What?" grinned the Beast.

"... SMILE MORE"

"Ha!" he moaned in rage

stroking the tusks that protruded from his lower lip. "The best advice of the whole 18th Century: "Smile!"... How silly... what will they think of us in two hundred years? They'll think we were mindless ignorant fools! Or will the smiley become the most used symbol for an entire century? Bah! Suggest TO ME, with those tusks, to smile more... You can't be serious, Lumiere..."

"Monsieur, you smile with your eyes and not only with your lips... Don't let her know what you're against or what you're for!"

"I must repeat? You can't be serious, mon ami..."

"You wanna get ahead?"

"Yes..." answered shyly.

"Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead."

"OK, Lumiere, I promise I will smile more and talk less."

Lumiere nodded silently. Less roaring and more smiling.

Fortunately, Lumiere was an experienced man. Wearing a chastity cage is not always easy. Patience is needed, especially the first few times and the young Viscount did not have an ounce of patience.

Also, luckily, the pubis was not covered in bristles and fur like the shoulders! Lumiere suggested that his memory recalled that the Viscount's father used to have his pubes shaved by Chapeau.

For a moment Beast hesitated... but then, looking at the metal bars of the cage, he guessed that the hairs might get stuck, so he gave in. Fortunately, Chapeau was still skilled and did not leave a single scratch. From that day on, they were to nickname Chapeau 'Figaro the Barber of Seville'.

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The Ballroom.

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The second dinner arrived.

Was it the same night? Or was it the next day? Or was it a week later? Time in Fairytales flows in a bizarre way.

Miss Potts added chamomile and linden to the steamy water in his china white cup.

The servants washed Beast and combed his long hair for hours, trying to get a shiny, less stinky coat. The animated furniture searched through the clothes for the most elegant: a pair of burgundy trousers and a dark blue tailcoat over a cream silk shirt. Miss Potts added chamomile and linden to the steamy water in his china white cup.

On the front of the trousers, to cover the bulge, there was like a velvet door, closed by two rows of buttons. This "door" was over the caged cock.

Lumiere, Chapeau, and Cook had lit all the fireplaces in the ballroom, which was comfortable and cozy even though it was snowing outside.

The Beast arrived first in the ballroom. He was on the first floor, above the curved staircase that led to the ballroom. He looked up and saw her: the most beautiful girl in the universe had come to dance with him.

Belle was magnificent. She wore a very large dress with a very wide skirt of silk flounces with a lace border, all studded with glitter. A deep yellow color, like the yolk of an egg, all studded with golden drops. Perhaps she was wearing a pair of silk socks held up to a garter belt tied to her calf: it was hard to see. Certainly, her feet were sheathed in magnificent wooden-heeled shoes, which had a big yellow bow on the front. A very tight corset hugged her ribs, in a tight yet comfortable manner. Her shoulders were bare and on her arms were two long gloves of the same deep eggnog colour.

While below the waist the dress was loose, above the navel it was tight: the tits were pushed up by the corset and the nipples peeped out.

Perhaps the nipples had slipped out innocently. She came from a cold corridor exposed to the north wind and perhaps her nipples were stiffened by the Eternal Winter of the Enchanted Forest.

Perhaps instead she had put them on display as if on a tray on purpose and she pinched them, to see how the Beast would react.

The cock was desperately trying to raise itself into an impossible erection. The blue balls were dragged forward by the momentum of the penis. But the Beast couldn't resolve the situation in anger or rage. The cage forced him to be diplomatic.

He performed a gentle bow, hesitating.

She responded with a graceful reverence. Because of that movement, her right nipple was pushed out of her bodice and she straightened upwards like a soldier at attention.

Belle smiled mischievously at the Beast and said, "Does looking at my nipple turn you on?"

"Two answers. Yes, this sight turns me on like crazy! Yet no, I am not going mad. Everything is under control, mademoiselle."

"Then you don't mind if I ask you to push the nipple back into place under the fabric of the corset?"

"Oh! Sure, I'll do it right now! A finger will suffice and..."

"No, no fingers. I know you have a very long tongue and are sharp when you insult people, maybe you could show me that your mouth is also for other things besides saying bad words. Hands behind your back!"

"Sure, but aren't you afraid my tusks might hurt you?"

"No! I trust you."

In a deep sigh, Beast asked her, "Aren't you afraid my tusks are poisoned?"

"Don't talk bestiality, silly you!" giggled Belle "I am a true bookworm and even before I could consult the shelves of your lavish library, I knew that no mammal can be poisonous. Giraffe's tongue, cat's eyes, lion's mane and nose, bison's horns... there is no poison in you."

"I might be a strange mammal... Chimerical, composite... like an Ornithorynque!"

"A what?"

"Yeah, it sounds Greek to me. A... what's the word? A Platypus?"

"Ah, like in the paladin's tale: Perceval, the Platypus. Naah... I don't fear it."

She thrust her tongue forward, between his hesitant lips.

He was genuinely frightened. Since the transformation he had never kissed anyone... before meeting Belle, he was a true INCEL: a total outcast, involuntarily forced into celibacy.

But now he was evolving into a completely new character, like an Ugly Duckling becoming an adult Swan, with a long neck, vigorous and free to move with all its strength... not like his cock at that moment, which was vigorous but constrained inside a short metal cage.