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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read Chapters 1-4, first.
Cindy is spending more and more time in the chastity set.
Cindy started her third week at work, locked in the chastity belt and wearing the new shorter collar. She didn’t wear the larger bra, as she had convinced Steve that it was just too big for her wardrobe. None of her work dresses or tops would fit.
He planned to remedy that issue with several shopping trips, this week after work and on the weekend. She had agreed, but made him promise to take her to some of the more distant malls as she didn’t want to take the chance of being spotted by any of her co-workers. She simply couldn’t take the chance of running into them while she was wearing the belt with thigh bands.
Truth be told, she was looking forward to getting some new clothes. Like any woman, or at least most, she loved clothes shopping. She was, however, unsure how it would turn out with Steve supervising the purchases. She recognized that he wanted sexier, shorter and tighter dresses, skirts and tops for her.
She also expected him to do some shoe shopping, too. These days she was wearing the sky-high heels to work almost every day. She was a bit surprised that her feet and legs seemed to be getting used to them. When she commented on it to Steve, he had explained that they were from a top designer who prided herself in designs that could be worn comfortably by the modern, sexy woman. It was obvious that he loved them, and the way they made her look.
As she was sitting at her desk, Cindy realized with a start, that her period was due. She could sense the changes to her body, and knew what they foretold. She was actually a little past due, but she’d been so distracted that she’d somehow forgotten all about it.
Panic time! How could she wear the belt while she suffered through her menstrual cycle? It usually wasn’t bad, her flow was usually light, but still, with the belt on and the plug in place, it could still get very messy.
She knew that she could still enjoy sex, during her period. She’d masturbated in the shower many times in the past, during those times, but the belt would make it all messy, at best.
She was worried how Steve would react. She assumed that as with most men, the matter had never occurred to him.
Cindy decided to call Justine at ChastiWife, and ask her how other wearers dealt with their periods. There must be some method or solution.
She waited until she was comfortably ensconced in her 7th floor hide-away, and after she had recovered from the belt’s first orgasm of the day, before dialing the 800 number on her cell phone.
As soon as Justine got on the line, Cindy explained the situation and her concerns.
Justine understood, completely. She explained that most wearers simply avoided wearing the belt during their periods. But, she said, if Cindy insisted on wearing the device full time during those days there was a solution.
She said that she’d be glad to send Cindy a ‘cleansing kit’, by next day delivery, complimentary.
The kit would allow her, with a blessing from the owner’s master control, of course, to replace either plug with one that’s thinner and shorter on the inside and hollow, allowing the use of enemas or douches as the case may be. Of course, they also allow draining afterwards.
Justine explained that they weren’t supplied as standard equipment, as most wearers weren’t interested.
She went on to say that most wearers used them more for cleansing their rears via enemas. To her knowledge, only a much smaller subset wore the belt and used them to douche during their periods.
Cindy was relieved, kind of, when she ended the call with a ‘thank you’. To keep herself clean, she figured she’d be able to douche each morning and evening at home, and only if she had to, during lunch at the office, in the ladies’ room.
Still, she returned to work with a feeling of dread. She made plans to talk to Steve about it that night, but she was fairly certain that he wouldn’t allow her to go for a week without the belt, especially since there was a way to make it work.
Throughout the day, Cindy ran into friends who noticed her new ‘choker’. She was relieved when they all seemed to see it as just that, a somewhat chunky choker necklace. She explained, repeatedly, that her new boyfriend had given it to her and insisted that she wear it. He loved it, and even though it was a bit large, she did too. She worried that when she was seen with it on, every day, there would be additional questions. But, she figured that everyone would eventually just accept it as a quirk of either her or her boyfriend and it would be accepted and forgotten.
Other than mersin escort that, her day was typical, at least for a woman wearing a chastity belt that periodically interrupted her work by giving, or was it forcing, an orgasm on her. Of course, she enjoyed them immensely.
All day, though, she remained worried and distracted by concerns over her period.
After work, she met up with Steve at her house.
As soon as he arrived, Steve began peppering her with questions about her day, and in particular how her collar was received.
Cindy didn’t really like saying it, but she had to admit that it was a non-event, although she did remark that she was afraid that if she wore the collar every day, she may get in some trouble with her co-workers. That they might begin to suspect that it was more than just a necklace.
Steve was pleased, and decided that she should always wear that collar to work. She could wear the other one the rest of the time with the belt and bra.
When he explained his thinking to Cindy, she baulked, but he didn’t acknowledge her protests.
Over dinner, she told him about her imminent period, and of her concerns. She was pleasantly surprised when he was both understanding and supportive.
Steve’s first thought had been to make her wear the belt and suffer through the indignities of the messy douches he pictured in his head. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it might be too much, push her too far, and he loved her and the way things had been going too much to want to ruin their relationship. He knew he had been demanding an awful lot of her.
He also thought that a break from the belt might do both of them some good.
“Cindy, if you don’t want to wear the belt during your period, then don’t. I understand. I’ll just back off until you tell me it’s over.”
She is so relieved and appreciative; she starts to cry. He hugs her tightly, kissing away her tears, as he mumbles how much he adores her and doesn’t want to hurt her.
She responds, still sobbing, by telling him how wonderful he is. She gets a little carried away and even admits how much she loves the belt. How horny it makes her and how much it satisfies some of her most loved fantasies.
Steve is overjoyed by what she’s telling him, and realizes that he just made the right move, with the girl who is just right for him.
A half hour later, hungry, they move into the kitchen and rustle up dinner. They pair their food with a lot of alcohol, finishing an entire bottle of a good Chablis.
During dinner, they agree, sadly, to put off their planned shopping trips until afterwards, when Cindy can wear the belt and the new bra.
Just as they’re finishing dinner, the belt gives Cindy the five-minute warning.
Steve notices her reaction and escorts her to the couch where he holds her and caresses her as she experiences another fine orgasm at the hands of the belt and its vibrators. Cindy really enjoys sessions like this, where she surrenders to the belt’s manipulations while being held by her man.
They stay, cuddling on the couch while the belt completes the programmed cycle with the arousal mode session. By the time they’re ready for bed, both of them are worn out and not a little drunk.
As they stagger into the bedroom Steve quickly unlocks and removes the belt and its accessories before they clean up and crawl into bed.
They don’t make love that night, they just cuddle in bed, holding each other until they fall asleep. Cindy really loves the skin-on-skin contact they enjoy with her out of all of the metal.
When Steve leaves her house, in the morning, Cindy isn’t wearing the belt. She giggles to herself as she dresses in ‘normal’ clothes for the first time in ages. She inserts a tampon before pulling one of her good old cotton bikini briefs into place. She wears a bra, blouse, skirt and high heels, just to keep Steve happy. She knows that he’d never approve of pants or flats, but that’s OK.
She feels light, free, and empty, with no plugs filling her sex and ass.
Her work day goes well. She calls Robin and they agree to meet up tomorrow evening for dinner, as Steve is again going to play poker that night with his friends. Cindy likes the idea of regular get-togethers with Robin, and the accompanying break from Steve. They each need their private time.
After work, she again meets Steve at her house, as she has to check on the package from ChastiWife.
The box is sitting on her front porch when she pulls up. Steve arrives just a few minutes later and they open the box together on her kitchen table. As they examine the ‘cleansing kit’, Steve picks up the enema fitting, “well, I don’t think you’ll need the douche plug, but the enema fitting might come in handy.”
Cindy ignores him, not interested in either thing, nor the processes they involve. She’s never taken an enema, and doesn’t intend to any time soon.
Steve doesn’t kocaeli escort press the issue, and they put everything back in the box. Cindy dumps it in her back bedroom, hoping to never see it again.
They spend the evening like any pair of lovers might. Cooking and eating dinner together, talking about random topics, and then curled up in front of the TV watching the typical drivel.
Steve leaves for his house just before midnight.
Alone in her bed that night, alone and completely naked for the first time in weeks, Cindy feels out of sorts, and it’s not just because of her period. There’s a kinky little devil whispering in her head; telling her that she is missing the erotic feelings she’s become so used to from the belt, bra and plugs. God, she thinks, I’m becoming a nympho! That thought makes her laugh, but also worry, just a bit.
She drifts off to sleep dreaming of nights with Steve and days in latex and the chastity outfit.
Cindy heads into work in the morning, uncomfortable, feeling bloated, and with light cramps.
Initially, she enjoyed being free of the belt’s constrictions and restrictions. But as the boring day wears on, she starts to miss it. All of it. The orgasms it gives her, the fullness in her pussy and ass, the thrill and excitement of wearing it under her clothes in public. The feeling of sexual fantasies, fulfilled.
As quitting time approaches, she’s sickened by the unusually dull day. Work today didn’t hold her interest. She hopes that dinner with Robin will be more fun.
As soon as they sit down, and have ordered drinks, Robin prompts, “OK, what’s going on? Where’s the belt?”
“What belt?” Cindy responds, innocently, then laughs.
Robin just waits her out.
“It’s my time of the month and Steve was gracious enough to let me go without it.”
“Of course, he was. He never asked me to wear that thing when I was having my period.”
Robin is obviously indignant about the idea, as in, don’t even think about it.
They order dinner and then settled down to catch up.
Apparently, Robin still hasn’t found a man she likes. She’s getting frustrated, but not desperate, yet. She’s intent on finding someone who has just the right combination of looks, personality, intelligence and kinks that match her own. A tough target.
Later, the topic of the belt comes up, when Cindy mentions the shorter collar, and the new bra that Steve just ordered. She avoids mentioning the remote unit for the collar, not wanting to even think about it.
“And you wore the collar to work?” Robin is curious and even a little scandalized. “Didn’t anyone notice?”
“Yes, they noticed, but it passed as just a clunky choker necklace, that my boyfriend bought me. I don’t think anyone really suspects what it really is.”
“Hmmm. And what is it?” Robin asks, getting a little upset. “I always saw that thing as a symbol of servitude. A slave collar. Are you becoming his sex slave?”
“No, I’m not.” Cindy was getting a little indignant with Robin’s accusations.
She continued, “I admit that I like the belt, and the bra, and even the collar. They all feed my own fetishes and fantasies. They keep me horny as hell. And I’m not going to question my own feelings.”
She sighed. “Robin, we’re similar in a lot of ways. Physically as well as psychologically, but I think I’m just a little kinkier than you are. And that’s why it seems to be working between me and Steve. Please don’t get upset with me.”
Hearing Cindy, Robin bowed her head, feeling really bad. She liked this woman a lot, and she also liked the fetishes, but not as much as her friend did. Perhaps she was a little jealous, as she did miss Steve. Just not all of his kinks.
Looking up, she said, “I’m sorry, Cindy. Please forgive me. If it really turns you on, then I’m happy for you. I guess, the memories still hurt. I did love Steve and I do miss him and some of his fetishes, just not all of them.”
She leaned over and planted a kiss on Cindy’s cheek, and when Cindy turned to face her, they kissed on the lips. Both of them got a thrill out of that, but a bit embarrassed, they backed off and each took a drink.
After the table had been cleared, and they were drinking their coffee, Cindy was still thinking about the belt.
“Robin, I know it’s weird, but I’m missing the belt. I do love the orgasms it gives me, and wearing the thing under my clothes, in public really pushes my buttons. There are times, though when it scares me. God, what would happen if someone discovers I’m wearing it, and makes a scene?”
Robin smiles, “It could become an issue.”
“Understatement!” Cindy replies with a laugh.
She continues, “When you wore the belt, did you ever try and get it off or get access to the Master Control APP, so you could take control of it?”
“Yes, I tried,” Robin admitted. “But I couldn’t find a way. ChastiWife built that thing to be as secure as they could make it. samsun escort After all, what good is a ‘ChastiWife’ belt if the wife can get out of it? I did call ChastiWife and I asked for the access code, but they told me that only the registered owner could get access. Evidently there’s a password needed. I called several other times, and tried every trick I could think of but without the owner’s secret password, they refused every time.”
Robin paused for a sip of her coffee, then continued. “One time when Steve was in the shower, I grabbed his phone. I knew his phone’s pass code, so I was able to get into it, but when I opened the App it asked for a pin number. Apparently, it does that every time it opens. You may have noticed it when Steve is playing in the app.”
Cindy thought and then nodded, she had seen him punching a bunch of keys, just after the opened the app.
“Well, I decided to give it a try, and entered in several values that I thought he might use. After the third failure I got a big punishment shock from the belt! It was scream and drop to your knees, bad! It hurt so much.”
“Oh my gosh,” Cindy said, “were you all right.”
“Yes, by the time Steve came out of the bathroom, I had recovered, replaced his phone and crawled back under the covers. But I never tried that again.”
“I guess I won’t, either.” Cindy replied with a shiver.
In the parking lot, they kissed affectionately while saying their goodbyes.
Cindy drove home with a slightly different appreciation for the belt. She’s well aware that she’s missing the belt, and all that goes with it. But, she’s also a little nervous about where it’s all heading.
Thursday is just another day at work.
Cindy gets a lot of good work done, and has lunch in the cafeteria with a bunch of her work buddies, something she hasn’t done in a while.
She fielded several questions about her new boyfriend and got some gentle ribbing about her change in dress. Her sexier clothes, tall heels and even her heavier make-up. She admits, shyly, that at least some of it can be attributed to her new guy.
Her friends seem to understand and are happy that she’s found someone. A couple of them even complement her on her new, sexier looks.
At the end of the day though, she’s happy to get away from the office and head home.
Steve comes over and they spend another enjoyable evening together.
After dinner, they curl up as they often do in her living room to watch some TV. They cuddle and kiss, and Cindy shifts down and takes Steve into her mouth. She enjoys working on his cock, and he comes quickly. As soon as he finishes, first Cindy and then Steve go into the bathroom to clean up.
Afterward, they lay back on the couch, and snuggle, not talking, under a blanket.
Cindy was thinking. She had missed out on her own orgasm – blame it on her period, and it was fun blowing Steve, but something was still not quite right. It all seemed a bit disappointing. She realized that it was just too normal, she was missing the kinky aspects of their sex lives. The excitement, the spice is absent, she decided. She was missing the latex and the metal, the belt, the vibrators the bra and the collar and even the cursed thigh bands, too.
Fascinating, she thought. Living her fantasies was indeed becoming the key to her happiness.
Steve, lying next to his lovely Cindy, was also contemplating their relationship and their sex lives. He too had realized that things weren’t quite the same. He became anxious for the return of the belt, and his fantasies centering on Cindy in her metal underwear. He couldn’t wait for her period to end, so he could lock her back up. He hoped that she felt the same, but he didn’t want to discuss it. He made up his mind to not push the issue; to wait for her cycle to end.
An hour later, Steve hit the road. Before leaving he invited her to his place, once again, for the weekend.
She agreed, enthusiastically, and promises to pack a bag, and the belt, and to meet him right after work.
Before going to bed, she plugs the belt in to charge its batteries. No punishment shocks for low power, she promises herself.
She sleeps well, fantasizing about being locked up in the belt.
At work on Friday, Cindy is again unable to completely focus on her work. It’s not due to the belt’s programmed orgasms but by thoughts of the coming weekend with Steve. She hopes to spend as much time as possible in the latex outfits, and assumes she’ll spend the rest of the time locked in the belt. Both things excite her.
She does her best to finish her every-day tasks, cloistered in her office. She joins the crowd for lunch, and they share their plans for the weekend. Although she feigns interest, Cindy’s really thinking, how boring it all sounds. At one point she actually giggles, as she thinks about going out in the slave collar. One of her co-workers, asks her what she’s so happy about, and Cindy just says she’s glad the week, and her period are over. The other women nod, knowingly. When pressed for details of her weekend plans, she just describes a weekend with her boyfriend.
Cindy winds up watching the clock for the rest of the afternoon, like any other office wage-slave.
Finally, she logs off and drives to Steve’s, careful not to speed, too much.
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