The dreaded belt came next and while the installation did not involve her active participation, Danielle knew better than to fight the matter. She was walking out of there with that belt on no matter what, and giving Mr. Young a hard time about it would only make things worse for her. He fit the black band around her waist and closed it with an ominous click using the magnetic wand to lock it. The waistband dipped down a little in front and rose higher on the hips, which Mr. Young explained would facilitate her ability to exercise and play sports; something the D.O.C. wanted her to engage in so she'd stay fit and healthy. The crotch piece hung down from the front and was drawn through her legs to the back. The rear band which was little more than a composite cord with some give to it, slid
