"Miss Jay's coming today," she announced at breakfast.
It didn't seem to mean much to him.
"Miss Jay," Sandra repeated, "as in Veronica Jay, employee of Fantasy Promotions inc."
The penny dropped. "Veronica's dealing with you?"
"Yes. You know her?"
"Vaguely. I would have got to know her better, but she wasn't interested. She doesn't seem interested in anyone really. All the guys at work fancy her, but she won't have any truck with them."
"Hardly surprising, since she's gay," Sandra told him.
"How'd you know?"
"Oh I just know. One instinctively knows."
Paul scratched his head. "You could be right. She's an absolute cow anyway. What's she coming here for?"
"She's my mentor. You know about mentors?"
He nodded. "An unnecessary expense to the company, if you want my opinion. I'm never sure what they do, to be honest."
"Well, stick around buddy, and you'll find out. You'll have to hide though. It's supposed to be in private. And anyway, I'm not supposed to have a boyfriend." "So I'm persona non grata then. I don't see why you can't have a boyfriend - it's not as if we can get up to much."
Sandra agreed. "You're right actually. I wonder if I should ask her if it's okay for me to have you as a boyfriend? If I tell her you know the score and are okay about it.."
He frowned. "Don't name me - just tell her you have a boyfriend and he's okay about never having sex. Well, with you anyway."
Sandra stared at him. "How'd you mean, with me? Are you planning on having sex with other girls whilst dating me?"
"That would bother you?"
"Yes, it certainly would, I'm surprised at you. Please don't do that. I've been thinking about it, and there are ways I can pleasure you. I'm sure you can imagine."
Sandra was naked, as she often liked to be around her apartment, and she just happened to have her back to Paul as she cleared up the dishes. He was staring at her bare bottom as she made the offer.
"Okay, it's a deal."
"What's a deal?" she asked.
"Well, I'll hold off for the moment on other women, to see how it goes with you and me."
He was joking, winding her up.
"You're awful. Selfish," she told him. "There's more to life than sex."
"Sure there is. Forget it, I was kidding. Are you going to put some clothes on today?" She turned to face him. "I've got shoes on."
"I noticed. High heels, at this time of the morning. Very erotic."
"Yes, well, I have to wear them."
"To walk the walk?"
"Well, there's more to it than that actually. I'll tell you later. That's if you're still here later."
He shrugged. "No work today, no problem. I'll be here. We could go out to lunch. What time's her ladyship coming?"
Sandra looked at the clock. "Ten-thirty. Half an hour from now."
"You look nervous."
"I am, I always am."
"She that bad then, this Veronica?"
Sandra thought for a moment. "You should be nervous too. She might stop me from seeing you."
"That would take some doing. What does she actually do when she comes here?"
"She checks me out. Takes all this stuff off me, the chastity belt, the breast-blocker, the thigh bands. Makes sure it's all okay, then puts it back on me."
"Seems a waste of time."
"Somebody has to check that I'm okay in it all. There's more to it than that though. According to the company, chastity is a way of life, a discipline. She provides that discipline. She's been known to give me corporal punishment."
Paul was fascinated. "She beats you?"
Sandra nodded. "She's caned me several times, yes."
"Jesus, that's amazing. You let her do that? Did it hurt?"
She laughed. "Are you kidding? 'Course it hurt."
"But you liked it?"
Sandra lit a cigarette. "I don't know. The humiliation is dire, but I put up with it. God knows why. I'm not keen to get it again though, so you'll probably see me being extremely obedient to her."
"And you definitely like that?"
"Sort of. It has to be the right sort of person, and she is."
"Because you fancy her?"
"She does something to me, that's all I can say."
Paul poured himself another coffee. "Why did she give you the cane?"
"Probably because... she can. It was supposedly because she thinks I've been somehow stimulating myself, sexually."
He laughed. "In that rig-out? God, she's off her head. And had you? Been stimulating yourself?"
"Not physically - it's impossible. But I still function; I fantasize; I get wet; can't help it."
She turned to go. "Speaking of which, I'm going to have a bath before madam comes to examine me. Make sure you're out of sight when she's around."
"Will do," he agreed.
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"Sandra?" Miss Jay repeated, "I asked you a question."
The rebuke, gentle though chiding, came from behind her. Sandra was tied up, standing, her wrists bound behind her back; her head immovable due to the tight collar round her neck, she stared upward. Miss Jay had positioned her in the corner, facing the wall, like a naughty girl. The chastity belt was off, as was the breast blocker. Her body felt freedom, yet restraint. Her body was naked, available, but not to her.
"Sorry," Sandra offered. "I was thinking."
Sandra was quivering, rather than thinking, if the truth be known. The unaccustomed freedom between her legs excited her. The fact that she was allowed to do nothing about it made her head spin. The exposure of her breasts too, felt almost wrong, but they were still controlled.
"Thinking?" came the silky voice behind her, moving closer. "That's a bit ambitious for you, isn't it? Thinking about what?" Miss Jay asked as she suddenly passed a hand high up between Sandra's legs. So long since anything other than cold steel had touched her there. "Ohhhhh.."
The hand lingered, then withdrew, cruelly.
"Tell me what you're thinking, Sandra." The voice was crisp, hard, businesslike, shaking her into reality.
"I..." she faltered, "...sometimes I worry about this. These things...locked around my body. I never see my breasts, never touch them...can't spread my legs."
"No, you're not allowed to, you know that," Veronica confirmed, "but I've checked you over, and everything's fine, you've no need to worry. I've just got to do my usual report, then we can put your chastity restraints back on."
Sandra was silent.
"Something else bothering you?" Veronica asked.
Sandra was worried about the situation with Paul. Already she knew she didn't want to have to give him up, and loved having him around.
"Can I have a boyfriend, please?" she blurted out.
The assertive Miss Jay seemed to hesitate, for once. "A boyfriend? I don't really think that's such a good idea Sandra, do you?"
Wait 'til you find out who it is, Sandra thought to herself.
"I didn't think it would work, no," she admitted, "but he understands about the chastity belt and stuff, and doesn't mind. He's really nice about it."
Even without being able to turn and see Miss Jay, Sandra thought she almost detected an air of jealousy.
"So who is this marvelous personage then? I shall have to know before I approve it, if I approve it. We can't just have you fooling around with any Tom Dick or Harry."
Paul was watching the proceedings with great interest. It seemed a bizarre way to conduct a conversation, with Sandra tied up and standing in the corner, unable to turn round. Miss Jay was like a Gestapo agent, interrogating her from behind. And now he could see Sandra completely naked, except for her shoes. He was shocked to hear Sandra tell her mentor about him.
"His name's Paul. Paul Gatesby," Sandra blurted out. "He works for the same company as you. The company."
Sandra waited nervously for Veronica's reaction.
"Well well well. That was a smart move. He's a very nice looking young man. You surely don't think that he can pull any strings, do you?"
"No, not at all," Sandra lied, "that was never the intention. He saw me in the shop, and asked me for a date. He knew my..'situation', and said he was okay with it."
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Paul bumped into Veronica at work on Monday.
"Oh, it's loverboy," she commented. "Dating the customers eh? Naughty naughty."
"Customer, singular," he corrected her. "She's a nice girl."
"Too nice for you, in some respects. You know you'd need dynamite to get into her?"
He shook his head and smiled. "What is it with women - they think men only want one thing? Yeah, I know you've got her locked up with everything you can think of. It's not a problem."
"Not yet it's not. Do you want me to pull a few strings, let her out of the contract?"
That surprised Paul. "No, not really. It's quite intriguing to see her so humiliated. I do think you could let her out of all that stuff now and again. Isn't there something called a 'time-out'?"
Veronica shook her head. "Time-outs are for very long term wearers, more than five years."
He thought for a moment. "What about holidays?"
Veronica looked blank. "What about them?"
"Well, supposing I wanted to take her on holiday - abroad. She can't go through airport security with all that metal on her. Plus the fact that she couldn't display herself by the pool or on the beach."
Veronica shrugged. "Not my problem really, is it?"
"You could authorize something, you know you could."
Veronica looked round. "There might be something I could do. I warn you it's just as cruel, but different. And it's not ready yet. Come to my house tonight, around seven and I'll tell you about it. Here's the address."
Paul was baffled. "What, bring Sandra too?"
"No, just you. Tell her you're working late or something."
He was wary, but he agreed to go. In a way he didn't like the idea, but he couldn't resist it. There was something about Veronica, Sandra was right. Quite apart from the fact the he fancied her like hell; she was a bit of an enigma....no-one knew much about her.
Her house was in an expensive area, tastefully furnished and well appointed.
"Drink?" she asked him as they sat in the lounge.
"Sure, I'll have a beer if possible."
Veronica picked up a remote handset, like that for a TV, and pressed one of the buttons.
"What's that a bell, or something? Paul asked.
"Sort of, but not the kind you can hear."
Seconds later a girl entered the room. She was young, in her twenties, and quite stunning. Short blonde hair, pretty face and great legs. She wore a black PVC maid's outfit, with a skirt almost short enough to see her underwear.
"This is Claire, she's a sort of flatmate." Veronica announced.
"Not that flat, from where I'm sitting," Paul muttered.
Veronica made some gestures to Claire which Paul didn't understand, and the girl nodded and left the room.
"That meant one beer, one gin and tonic," Veronica explained. "Claire's deaf and dumb - a mute."
Paul could hardly believe it. "You're kidding?"
"Nope." Veronica laughed. "If she was ugly it would be easier to believe?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, sort of. That's weird isn't it? She your girlfriend or something?"
"Slave really," Veronica admitted. "Pretty isn't she? She's in a belt, I've had her in it almost since day one."
"As if she didn't have enough problems - you're a bitch Veronica, you know that?"
"Don't be stupid," Veronica corrected him, "she craves humiliation. And disabled people like to be treated in mostly the same way as able-bodied people, wherever possible."
"She looks pretty 'able-bodied' to me," Paul muttered as Claire set the drinks down.
"She's a dish, I agree. But she's intensively submissive. And sub girls like humiliation. Not pain or aggression; just ritualized daily humiliation. Uniforms, discipline, menial tasks - tasks that seem to take on a new dimension of excitement when a dom makes them do it. She loves visitors too, so long as I know they're receptive. She likes to be 'displayed' - it magnifies the humiliation."
"Anyway, how did you summon her, before?" he asked when Claire had left the room.
Veronica picked up the remote control again. "Simple. I press this, she gets a little electric shock in the front plate of her chastity belt. Nothing harmful, or painful, probably quite pleasurable, in a limited way. She usually appears within thirty seconds, to do her mistress's bidding."
Paul was impressed. "There are no trailing wires, to trigger the sensor?"
"Wires?" Veronica eschewed the idea. "My dear boy, this is the year 2000. The age of wires is threadbare. No, all done by micro-waves."
"All of which," Veronica continued, "brings me to the subject of electronic wizardry. You'll have noticed Sandra wears high heels?"
He had. "Even when she's not wearing much else."
"Probably much to your liking, I'm sure. And mine. Did you know that if she takes those high-heeled shoes off, she gets penalized?"
Paul sipped his beer. "How would you know, if you're not around her all the time?"
"Sensors," Veronica told him, "tiny little sensors in the shoes, send a signal to an equally tiny receiver in the front of her chastity belt. If she takes the shoes off 'illegally' it emits a warning sound, then she'll get a shock, a little less pleasurable one than the one Claire gets."
Paul remembered Sandra saying something about having to wear her high heels.
"There's a timer, built in too," Veronica continued, "set to activate between the hours of nine am, and eleven PM. Consequently she has to wear high heels during those hours, on a daily basis."
Paul finished his beer. "I'm supposed to believe all this?"
Veronica waved a hand. "Please yourself. Better still ask Sandra; I'm sure she could demonstrate."
He stood up to go. "I'm out of here. You people are sick."
"They're your people too," Veronica reminded him. "And we haven't come to the main point yet."
He sat down again. "And that is?"
"The chastity belts of the future. You said it would be difficult for Sandra, say in a holiday situation, because of the practical difficulties of a traditional chastity device?"
He nodded.
"Take a look at this," Veronica handed him a leaflet.
"What is it?" he asked.
"The chastity belt of the future. Read it."
Introduction
The Electronic Personal Monitor (or EPM) is the modern way of monitoring and controlling female sexuality. Designed to fulfil most of the functions of the chastity belt and more, it offers a high level of protection and security, whilst avoiding the practical problems associated with traditional (i.e. metal) chastity belts. The EPM may be used successfully on most females, and is unobtrusive, undetectable, and invisible even without underwear.
Description
The EPM is comprised of two main components: a tiny sensor/transmitter, fitted directly inside the vagina; and a receiver/display unit located elsewhere on the body. The two components must be worn in conjunction, with the receiver unit resembling and being worn as a wristwatch.
The sensor is small, similar in size to a 3amp fuse, and is fitted inside the vagina, in such a way as to be impossible to remove by the wearer. The sensor constantly transmits information to the receiver by radio waves, thus avoiding any need for hardwiring. Thus, the temperature and moisture in and around the vagina is monitored, transmitted and recorded at all times, without the need for actual physical examination. All information transmitted is displayed on the receiver, and is stored for reference or interview at a suitable time.
The receiver may be set to emit an audible warning, for instance if the temperature or moisture readings reach a pre-determined unacceptable level. In this way a wearer may be trained to avoid situations/circumstances which may lead to a high reading.
All information may be transferred from the small receiver to a larger station such as any PC, and may then be added to a database or converted to graphs etc.
The receiver is also affixed to the wearer's wrist, and cannot be removed. It is of a highly durable construction, and is not affected by day to day activities, sports activities, swimming, bathing and most other pursuits. Thus the EPM configuration may be worn at all times, in any circumstances and for almost any activity, without inconvenience or fear of exposure or embarrassment to a wearer. There are no outward visible signs of any chastity device whatsoever, with or without clothing.
EPM & Chastity
Aside from detecting and recording sexual arousal, the EPM can prevent any attempt at sexual activity. The sensor is a multi-function device (as yet some functions are not available) and can be programmed to react unfavorably toward sexual stimulation, and indeed effectively prevent it.
Thus programmed, in the event of any object attempting to enter or penetrate the vagina, a powerful electrical impulse is released, causing the vaginal muscles to contract. These contractions are not especially painful, though some punitive effect may be felt and is intended; however, the contractions will be of sufficient intensity as to completely pre-empt the passage of any object into this region. Sexual intercourse would therefore be impossible, as would most other forms of stimulation.
All attempts as described above, and necessitating evasive action by the system, are also recorded by the sensor, and transmitted for reference, or for addition to the database. Disciplinary action may then be taken, though it is guaranteed that such attempts will always have been unsuccessful.
Used in the manner described above, the EPM system may be considered to be an almost foolproof method of maintaining chastity in any female, in almost all of the interpretations of the expression. Moreover, the system can provide a useful insight into the frequency, intensity and duration of any period of sexual arousal in the female, however brief. Once installed, it cannot be overridden or de-commissioned without knowledge of special codes and programming expertise; nor can it be removed. Whatever activity, change, sensation, or trama occurs in the vagina, it will be faithfully detected and the information recorded for use by the installing authority.
Safety
The device is 100% safe. Powered by solar energy, taken in through the receiver, it is of infinitesimally low voltage, and as such poses no threat whatsoever to any healthy individual. The preventative aspects described above are achieved by manipulating only the body's natural resources and defense mechanisms.
However, as a precaution, and as with any device designed to be in possible long-term contact with the body, and due to the intimate nature of some of the components, we recommend that a full medical examination of any prospective wearer is carried out prior to installation.
Installation
The EPM system may be fitted to any normal healthy female over eighteen years of age. The wearer, prior to installation, must sign a consent form.
An authorized dealer can only install this device. Specialist knowledge is required, and in no circumstances should any individual attempt to install the device at home.
Intended Use
The EPM system is undetectable in everyday use. It can pass stringent airport security checks; is impervious to usual variations in temperature; and may be worn without any changes to lifestyle. In this it is the perfect alternative to traditional chastity belts. It may be used as a temporary respite from the drawbacks of long-term use of such belts, or it may be used without limit in its own right as a highly effective and very long-term chastity device.
Further Information and FAQ
Available on demand from supplier
Paul put down the leaflet. "You don't do things by halves, do you?" he commented to Veronica.
"Nope," she agreed. "We're the best in the business."
He shrugged. "Some business. So, if I read this correctly - this electronic thing tells what's going on in a girl's pants, basically, at any given time?"
Veronica nodded. "If you want to put it like that. Yes, It's like being inside her knickers, in a remote sort of way and controlling what goes on, in or out of them. You don't even have to be there - it does it automatically. Plus the fact that it acts as an electronic chastity belt - preventing sex, and even giving the game away that she attempted it, and when."
"Clever stuff," he admitted. "And it's invisible?"
"Absolutely. Even completely naked, there's nothing to see. No belt, no wires, nothing. Just a girl, under a great deal of control."
He nodded. "Name of the game. Is it as good as a chastity belt then?"
"Sure. Better, in most respects."
"There's no actual belt though. I mean, she could still touch herself down there - that's quite possible?"
"True, but it's all 'alarmed'. The sensor will deal with it straightaway. Buzzers going off...and she'll clamp up...you really can't get much action going when you're discomforted like that."
"What - it hurts?"
"It's not very pleasant, so I'm told. Bit like period pain, maybe a bit worse. Not exactly very conducive to enjoying yourself. More like banging your head against the wall. Nice when you stop. So she stops. Fait accompli."
"And it's all on record?" Paul added.
"Yep. Shouldn't have done that babe. Naughty girl, it says here, even if it was last week. Can't let you get away with that..."
He had to laugh. "Sounds bullet-proof. So the chastity belt's going to become a thing of the past?"
Veronica frowned. "No way. This is just an alternative. No, I mean, lots of people would still want the real thing - partly for the aesthetic look of the thing."
"So, would Sandra be entitled to switch to this method?"
"No, certainly not. I've no intention of letting her switch. She's on an existing contract for a belt, so she'll stay in that."
"That's a shame," Paul commented.
"However," Veronica added, "the new system might be used on a 'respite' basis - you know, a sort of temporary way of getting out of a belt for a little while. You mentioned about holidays - this system would meet the criteria you spoke of, wouldn't it?"
Paul was wary. It wasn't like Veronica to be so accommodating.
"You would let her adopt this method for a while?"
"Possibly," Veronica replied, "I'd have to think about it. There's nothing in the contract about it, so it might have to be off the record."
He nodded. "So what's the catch?"
"The catch?" she repeated.
"Yeah, I've got the feeling this is too good to be true."
She smiled. "Well, you're right in a way. The biggest problem is this: the device - this EPM thing - doesn't exist."
He rolled his eyes. "I thought this was too good to be true.."
"Hold on," she interrupted him, "it doesn't exist..yet. But it will - we're working on it. I think Harry James has built a prototype. You can ask him."
"I'll do that. So when will it exist, properly?"
"These things take time," Veronica told him, "a year maybe. Maybe more."
"You're late," Sandra chided him when he arrived at her flat.
"I told you I would be."
"Yeah, you did, I suppose. I still missed you though. Where've you been?"
"Oh, just a bit of overtime. Then I went for a beer. How have you been?"
"Okay, fine. I've been on the 'phone for ages, so maybe it's just as well you were otherwise engaged."
He took a can of beer from the fridge. "Anyone I know?" he asked.
"No, but you'd like her. An old school friend. Her name's Cheryl. She wants to come and see me, maybe stay a couple of days. She's coming at the weekend."
"Right. She into anything?"
Sandra shrugged. "Who can say. Nothing kinky that I know of. Mind you she doesn't know what I'm into, so don't say anything."
"Hi," Cheryl greeted her.
Sandra managed to avoid the hug, anxious that Cheryl should not detect the breast blocker.
"Good trip?" she asked.
"Yeah, fine - didn't seem to take long."
They walked to the taxi rank. "You look different, somehow," Cheryl commented.
"Do I?" Sandra said airily. "It's been quite a few years..."
"Four... five maybe, yeah," Cheryl mused, "yeah...you look kind of sexier somehow - I can't put my finger on it."
Neither can I these days, Sandra smiled to herself. She felt sexier these days, so Cheryl's comment was very flattering. If she only knew...
"Must have improved with age," Sandra smiled as they got into the taxi.
"Must be those heels," Cheryl said admiringly. "I don't think I'd be safe in anything that height, but they look great."
Sandra pulled her skirt down. It had ridden up and there was a danger of the thigh bands becoming visible. She had to be so careful in public.
"Yeah, they make feel so feminine, and I like that these days. They're a pain sometimes though.
Next morning Sandra debated whether tell Cheryl about her chastity belt. She didn't have to - Cheryl didn't suspect anything. But now that Cheryl had qualified as a solicitor, she would be able to advise Sandra whether this strange 'contract' was in fact legal.
If Sandra was going to tell Cheryl then it had to be today. Cheryl was going back home after her visit, and Sandra couldn't possibly explain it later, on the telephone. She decided she would tell Cheryl today, this morning. It was going to be embarrassing, but she might need her help at some stage.
After breakfast the girls sat in the lounge of Sandra's apartment, drinking coffee.
"Nice day," Cheryl commented, looking out of the window.
Sandra wasn't relaxed. "Er, yeah."
"You get a lovely view from here - it's a nice flat Sandra, you've done well for yourself."
Sandra didn't answer; she was thinking how to broach the bizarre subject of her chastity belt to Cheryl.
Cheryl turned from the window, back to look at her friend.
"You okay - you look a bit pensive?"
"Sort of," Sandra told her. "There's er..something I've been meaning to tell you."
Cheryl came and sat back down opposite Sandra. "I'm in the way? I can leave earlier, it's no problem.."
"Don't be silly," Sandra assured her. "No, it's not that. Actually I...well, it's something I might need your help with...legal advice. Well, possibly, I don't know yet."
Cheryl smiled. "Well, that's my job. Of course I'll help you. I won't charge you - you know that?"
"Thanks," Sandra said, "even that's not the problem really."
They were silent for a moment.
"Is it serious?" Cheryl asked, "you seem really worried."
Sandra scratched her head. "It's not that serious. Not yet anyway. Just...well, a bit embarrassing really."
"Not pregnant, are you?" Cheryl asked, half-joking.
Sandra shook her head. That was almost impossible. But she was still having difficulty broaching the subject.
"No, it's not that - really."
Cheryl tried to reassure Sandra. "Hey, we're friends you know - you can tell me, I won't be shocked. Please, try me.."
Sandra lit a cigarette. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake Sandra - do you really have to ask that?"
"No, sorry. I shouldn't have to say that, you're right. But it is a secret, you have to know that."
"Sure," Cheryl agreed, "we understand each other on that score. I give you my word, honestly."
Sandra stood up and walked over to the window. She couldn't look Cheryl in the eye.
"The thing is.." she began quietly, "...well, I don't know how to put this any other way. The thing is....I'm in a chastity belt."
Sandra cringed, waiting to hear Cheryl's reaction, yet not wanting to hear it. She was going to be amazed.
"Wh...what?" Cheryl giggled. "A what?"
Sandra sighed. "I'm in a chastity belt," she repeated.
Cheryl got up and came over to her.
"I thought that's what you said. I'm not sure what you mean - is this a wind-up? How can you be in a...what..a chastity belt, for God's sake?"
"Quite easily," Sandra told her, "I've been in it for months."
Cheryl couldn't take it in. It had been the last thing she had expected ever to hear. She laughed nervously. "Are you serious?"
Sandra went and sat down again, anxious not to be too close to Cheryl.
"Yes, I'm serious. I'll show you later."
Cheryl was baffled. "Oh come on, you're having me on, surely?"
Sandra shook her head. "Do I look as if I'm joking?"
"Well, no, to be honest. It just sounds so...ridiculous..so unexpected. A chastity belt, you said? I'm not even sure what a chastity belt is - some metal contraption that stops you from having sex or something? I can't believe it..."
Sandra stared at the floor. "I wish I hadn't told you now."
"Sorry," Cheryl told her, "I'm just a bit baffled. I mean...what..why would you be wearing something like that? I didn't even know it was possible to get something like that these days - is it some ancient medieval thing you found and wore it for a laugh? Is that what you mean?"
Sandra looked away. "Not exactly. You can buy them, modern ones, made of light stainless steel. They lock on and you can't get them off without a key."
Cheryl gulped nervously. "I see. So...it's what..it's like a metal belt, that locks round your..whatknot? I...I honestly didn't realize you could buy anything like that. I've never seen one - well, I wouldn't, I suppose, in an ordinary shop or something. But why on earth would anyone want something like that? I don't get it....has someone put it on you and kept the keys? Jesus, that's a bit cruel. It wasn't Paul, was it?"
Sandra smiled. "No, no - he wouldn't do anything like that. No, the silly thing is I....well, I was just sort of fascinated with the idea - so I bought one and put it on myself."
Cheryl thought she began to get the idea at last. She began to chuckle, then to laugh.
"What? So you put this thing on and then you lost the keys, is that it? Oh Sandra, that's hilarious..." she tried to stop laughing, "..I'm sorry - it's like something out of a 'carry-on' film, you know? God, I still can't believe it. Jesus, you idiot...we'll have to get the fire brigade out...
Sandra was still serious. "NO," she almost shouted, "no we can't do that."
"What?" Cheryl asked, still trying not to laugh, "why not?"
Sandra shuffled uncomfortably. "Well because we can't, that's why. It's too embarrassing for one thing."
Cheryl could see that. "Well...yeah, it would be. So what are you going to do? Get a locksmith or something..or get Paul to break you out of it? My God, does he know about it?"
Sandra sighed. They were about to move into the next embarrassing phase of the story.
"Yeah, he knows. In fact I'm staying in it for the time being."
"What? How'd you mean - you can't go about like.. like that.. whatever 'that' is. You won't be able to do anything....have sex I mean, for one thing, surely?"
Sandra shook her head. "I'm not that bothered."
Cheryl was baffled again. "This is weird. Are you sure this isn't some sort of joke? What, you're telling me you're going to keep that thing locked on you, indefinitely? Don't be ridiculous - it must be killing you. Surely someone can get it off. Anyway, why don't you go back to the shop and explain you lost the keys? They'll understand - I bet it's happened dozens of times."
Cheryl hadn't really embraced the gravity of the situation yet, Sandra realized that. At the moment Cheryl seemed baffled that it was such a serious problem. A little embarrassing yes - but easily resolved.
"It's not that simple," Sandra said quietly.
Cheryl shrugged. "What - you've been back to the shop?"
Sandra stood up. "It's a long story. I'll make some more coffee. Come into the kitchen."
Cheryl followed her and sat down at the breakfast bar. "I'm intrigued to see this chastity belt thing," she ventured, "what's it like?"
Sandra busied herself as they talked. It was easier not to look at Cheryl.
"State of the art, that's the description," she told Cheryl. "It was custom made, to my measurements - fits like a glove. The lock's foolproof, tamper-proof, and the metal's specially hardened. It was made by an expert craftsman, and it cost about five hundred pounds."
Cheryl almost fell off her stool. "What? Jesus Christ Sandra. I thought you were talking about some token thing - some daft toy that we could pull off. You mean it's like some reproduction of some of the things the knights used to lock their damsels in when they went to war, for years at a time?"
Cheryl was getting the picture.
"Oh yeah, sure. Only it's better than the originals. Things have moved on - when you want something like that these days you get the benefits of High-Tec specification and workmanship. To be honest, it's virtually impossible to get it off without the key, I promise you."
Cheryl still could hardly believe it. "Jeez, who could design such a thing..make such a thing? I'm staggered. But why? Why would there be a...a market... a trade in these sort of things? And why you? Are you scared of sex or something?"
Sandra brought the coffee over. Something suddenly occurred to Cheryl.
"Oh I say," she began seriously, "It wasn't meant to prevent..." she hesitated, "..I mean, you haven't been...'attacked', have you?"
Sandra shook her head. "No, it's not that. When I first started thinking of telling you, I was going to pretend that I was worried about being attacked, raped, if that's the word you were avoiding. No I'm not inordinately frightened of that sort of thing. Well, no more than any other woman. Mind you it would render it impossible."
Cheryl nodded. "But that's not the reason?
Sandra shook her head.
"Well.... why? Why did you pay that much for such a bizarre, horrible device like that? Did you pay for it, or did someone else?"
"No, it was me. Well, I haven't finished paying for it yet - it's on a lease contract. That's partly what I wanted to talk to you about."
"I see," Cheryl sipped her coffee. "So...you wish you hadn't signed up for it now, so you want to try to cancel it? Things like that are a bit awkward to er, 'wriggle out of', if you know what I mean. Still, I suppose you could always have it 're-possessed' by whoever it is, if you stop the payments."
Sandra walked back into the lounge and Cheryl followed.
"It's not really the money.." Sandra told her, "it's the terms of the contract itself. Not only do I have to pay for it over five years...I have to wear it too - for five years."
It was probably the weirdest case Cheryl would ever encounter, and she was struggling with it already.
"I'm sorry," she told Sandra, "I can't quite grasp this. If you buy say, a car, there's never anything in the finance arrangements that says you have to sit in it and drive it - at all, never mind solidly for five years. It's bullshit, I can't believe you're being so stupid about this. Sure, now I've thought about it I can see that it might be a bit of fun to play round with something like you've got on - but not to be trapped in it..ad infinitum."
Sandra still didn't look very relieved.
Cheryl studied her friend. "Is there something you're not telling me here?" Her tone sharpened a little.
Sandra looked uncomfortable. "There are things about me you don't know," she admitted to Cheryl. "I'm a bit weird sometimes..sexually."
"I see. Well, that's nothing to do with me really. But I would need to know more about this whole thing - that's if you want my help, or just advice."
Sandra nodded.
"Look, Sandra, can you show me a copy of this contract?"
Sandra went to get it. Before she handed it over she tried to explain in full.
"As I said, I sort of became interested in these things - chastity belts...God knows why. I went to a shop and they said they could make me one to fit. I could have left it at that.."
"How'd you mean?" Cheryl asked.
"Well, I could have just bought it, kept the keys myself and then let myself in and out of it, at will. Instead I went for this contract thing - I thought it was just a fantasy thing, not legal. Anyway, there was this type of contract that you could opt for - sounds ridiculous I know - that binds you to agreeing to be locked into the belt for five years."
"Jesus, what a thought. And you....'signed up' for that?"
"Yes. Shortly afterwards I began to get worried. They were so...'officious' about it. They even send someone round to check on me - check that the belt's still okay. They say that if I do get out of it they'll put me straight back into it."
Cheryl was making notes now. "And did you? Did you get out of it at all?"
"No way. You can't. You won't believe how effective these things are."
She handed Cheryl the document. Cheryl flicked through it. "God, this looks quite exhaustive. Did you read it before you signed it?"
Sandra looked sheepish. "Not thoroughly. I was carried away with the idea. Plus, I thought it wasn't for real."
Cheryl shook her head. "Christ, Sandra, you should read things through before you sign anything. There's a mass of small print here. The leasing or finance arrangement looks genuine at least - although we can deal with that. You could probably pay that off, plus the interest they would have had. The payments seem ridiculously high though - what was the APR?"
"The what?"
"The rate of interest - the percentage amount you'd have to pay on top of the purchase price, if you like."
Sandra shook her head. "Haven't a clue. Sorry. There's more to it though - I think there are extra charges - for maintenance and stuff."
Cheryl finished her coffee. "I'll have to read this, thoroughly. In the meantime, just so I know I'm not going mad, or being hoaxed, do you want to sow me this 'thing' you claim to be locked up in?"
Sandra looked down. "You won't laugh?"
"I will if you're winding me up. I'm expecting to see a TV camera any minute...you know you see these programs on TV, and..."
Cheryl's voice trailed off as she saw what Sandra was wearing under her dress.
"God above..."
Sandra was naked now, save for her shoes, and the restraining devices that had been placed around her.
"Jesus, Sandra. What the fuck is all that...?
"I knew you'd be shocked," Sandra told her.
She was. She stared in disbelief. "I am shocked. I...I don't know what to say, honestly. How does it...what does it all do?"
Sandra explained about the devices fastened around her.
Cheryl listened, still hardly able to take it all in. Finally she reached for the telephone.
"I'm calling the police," she announced, "this is nothing short of torture."
Sandra grabbed the handset from her. "NO, wait. Please don't do that."
She made Cheryl replace the handset.
"Look," Sandra told her sheepishly, "I'd be less than honest with you if I didn't tell you that things like this do something for me, sort of sexually. Perverted, I know, but it's true."
Sandra sat down again. "I'm sorry - this must be terribly confusing for you."
Cheryl shrugged. "Sounds like it's you that's confused. You're saying you want this? Why tell me then? It's not my scene. I can't pretend it is - it scares me."
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. Really really sorry. It was just this contract thing. Sometimes it scares me too, and I'm not sure I can handle it at times."
Cheryl ran her hands through her hair distractedly. "Just off the top of my head, if you want my opinion, I can't believe this is legal. Then again the law is never as straightforward as you might think. If they're as serious as they seem, then they must have had professional advisers. I can barely think straight, if you want the truth."
"Look, forget it," Sandra told her, "...I'm sorry I mentioned it."
Cheryl laughed aloud. "What? Forget it? My friend's in trapped in some of the cruelest bondage I've ever seen, and I can just forget it?"
Sandra put her dress back on. "It was my own doing, if the truth's known. As I said, it's a side of me you never knew."
Cheryl sighed. "You can say that again. All those years at college - sharing a room together. You weren't into this? You can't have been; I think I would have noticed someone whose legs were fastened together with steel rods and bands. My God. And someone who couldn't have sex because of a metal plate fastened on her tush."
"Don't be crude," Sandra rebuked her. "I had the fantasies then, believe me. It takes time, and money, and a lot of commitment to let them come out."
Cheryl thought for a moment. Then she smiled.
"What?" Sandra asked.
"Well.." Cheryl chuckled, "if I read this right, you're saying that all this stuff turns you on. But, and this is what cracks me up - from what I see you can't do a bloody thing about it. That right?"
Sandra nodded. "Pretty stupid, I admit, if you put it like that. It's not something I can easily explain. Probably best not to try."
Cheryl nodded. "How long have you been in all that gear?"
Sandra shrugged. "The belt - a few months. The thing up top, slightly less. The thigh-bands, a few days... they only thought of that recently."
"Does Paul know about all this?"
"Yeah, he's cool with it all. He works for the company. That's how we met."
Cheryl shook her head and smiled ruefully. "Now I've heard it all. No wonder he puts up with it. He works for them, they pay him. He makes his living out of not having sex with you."
Sandra smiled. "Well, he likes me, and I like him. That's all I know."
Cheryl stood up. "I need a drink." She went over to the drinks cabinet and made two Martinis.
"So," she handed Sandra her drink, "what do you want me to do, if anything?"
"Thanks. Just find out if the contract's legal. I might need to know at some stage."
"That's all. Nothing else?" Cheryl asked.
"Well, no. I couldn't stand a court case about it. Imagine it."
Cheryl burst out laughing. "Now that, would make legal history."
"And me with it, I should imagine."
They both laughed.
"So," Sandra began again, "you can't tell me for sure if it's legal?"
"Well, depends exactly what you mean. It's probably legal for you to wear whatever you want. If you want to wear a chastity belt, that's up to you I should think."
"No," Sandra interrupted, "I mean for them to force me to wear it?"
"Almost definitely not legal, no. The problem would really lie in what you, or we, do about it if you want to take them on. Say you go the shop, they refuse to give you the keys, what then? We go to the police? It's going to be really embarrassing for you. Worst case scenario is we go to court. The press gets hold of it..."
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Two months after Cheryl's visit, Sandra received a 'phone call from her.
"We go to court next week," Cheryl told Sandra on the telephone.
"We do?" Sandra queried, "what for?"
"You chastity belt contract, remember?"
The 'phone line went quiet. "What?" Sandra said finally.
"The contract," Cheryl repeated, "...I said I'd sort these people out for you."
Sandra was mortified. "My God, Cheryl...we can't do that. It...it's not possible."
"It's happening, never mind possible," Cheryl assured her.
Eight days later Sandra picked up the local newspaper.
The astonishing 'agreement' - to wear a highly effective chastity belt for five years - was entered into voluntarily by Miss 'H', who now claims that she was not aware the contract she signed had any legal status, and was purely for 'entertainment' or fantasy purposes. The company intends to prove otherwise, insisting that its contracts are legal and valid, and that Miss 'H' will have to continue to wear the bizarre device until 2006 - another three years from now.
Opening the case for Miss 'H' yesterday, her barrister asked the Judge to disregard the bizarre nature of the case, but to appreciate and understand her client's inevitable embarrassment and fortitude in deciding to proceed with the case.
The company manufactures and sells many items orientated toward the more bizarre sector of the fetish and S&M market, and supplies these custom made chastity belts for around £500 pounds a time, to a worldwide network of clients. There is a surprising and thriving trade in these medieval type devices, with clients ranging from those requiring a high level of personal security against possible attack; to those wishing to indulge in fantasy or S&M role-playing, using the devices as a control 'toy' for recreational purposes.
However, a spokesman for the company warned: "These chastity belts are not merely toys - they are high security devices, hand-crafted from the finest stainless steel, with locks that really do work. It is practically impossible to remove one of our belts without the key."
The case continues.
Sandra put down the paper. Tomorrow would be worse - she was to give evidence herself. Luckily Sandra had seen the day coming when she might be discovered or 'exposed' during the five years she may have to wear her belt. She'd recently taken two measures to make herself more comfortable about what she was doing to hererself, and the way it might be interpreted by others. She'd moved house, and was prepared to do it again if necessary; and she had changed her job.
Sandra was now working in a large fetish store in the city. She had become involved in all aspects of the trade, purchasing and selling etc. Everyone who worked there had an interest in SM and fetish pursuits, and all of her colleagues knew about her chastity belt.
So when she took the witness stand the next day, she didn't feel as awkward as she might have done some months ago.
She was sworn in and invited to sit down. Then the barrister for the company began asking her questions.
"Miss H," he began, "forgive these personal questions please - there really is no other way I can ask them. May I begin by asking you - you are wearing a chastity belt at the moment?"
Sandra flushed a little. "Yes," she answered quietly, not daring to look at the other people in the courtroom.
"Could you speak up a little please?" he insisted.
"Yes, yes I am wearing a chastity belt."
He nodded. "For those not er, 'familiar' with the device..could you describe this..'appliance' please."
Sandra took a deep breath and stared straight ahead of her.
"It's metal.." she began, "..stainless steel. There's a waistband, with a lock that needs a key...then there's a bit that comes down from that, called the frontplate. That bit stops any access to... well, down below."
He nodded again. "Thank you Miss H."
He turned to the judge. "M'lord, I shall not ask this young woman to display herself in this device. May it be accepted that she is wearing this device, and may I also show you some photographs of the device per se, and by that I mean not shown on an actual model?"
The judge nodded. "I accept both the proposals. The purpose of this case is certainly not to humiliate this young lady, I agree. You may approach the bench with your photographic evidence."
After it was established, as tactfully as possible, exactly what Sandra was being forced to wear under her skirt, the barrister began questioning her again.
"Miss H," he began, "would you be kind enough to tell the court exactly how you acquired this device?"
Sandra nodded. "I went to the Fantasy shop and bought it there."
"The chastity belt? You bought the chastity belt you are wearing today from the shop?"
"Yes, that's right. But they didn't give me.."
He held his hand up to stop her. "We'll come to the other details shortly. Please, just answer the questions Miss H."
He began again. "Could you explain the purchasing arrangements that were purported to you that day, Miss H?"
Sandra nodded. "Yes. There were basically two options. I could buy the belt as a straightforward transaction, or I could enter into a contract, where I would be...'supervised' and controlled by the company...actually forced to wear it, by them. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but.."
Again he held up his hand to stop her. "That's fine Miss H. Thank you for answering so frankly."
He paused for a moment. "From the two options you describe, Miss H, which one did you elect to your favor? Which did you choose?"
Sandra looked round the court nervously. "I chose the second option - the one where a contract was involved."
He nodded. "You chose an agreement which placed you under contract to wear this..chastity belt, for five years, did you not Miss H?"
"That's correct sir, yes."
He paused for a moment. "And you fully understood this contract?"
Sandra hesitated. "Well, I thought that.."
"Miss H," he interrupted, "please answer yes or no. Did you understand that this contract was to place you in the chastity belt continuously for five years?"
"Yes."
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The hearing lasted three days. In one national newspaper, the resulting headline read:
CHASTITY BELT CONTRACT UPHELD -
Judge decides humiliation must go on for Surrey woman.
Sandra woke up sweating. "What," she muttered to herself. "Jesus, what a dream. What a nightmare. What a relief.."
Sandra was still in the chastity belt, the breast blocker and thigh bands. That made a total time so far of two years and two months spent locked into these devices. She was twenty-three. Today was her birthday.
Her birthday present from Paul was a curious one. He was going to pay for her to be fitted with the EPM system - the electronic monitoring device that would replace her chastity belt. This was a temporary respite, as agreed, and would be for one month.
"Ready then?" Paul asked. He was taking her to the company's workshops, where she was to have the device fitted.
"Ready?" she enthused, "I've been ready for a year, at least - or ever since the idea was first proposed. Are you going to stay to watch the proceedings when we get there?"
"No - there'll be enough people involved I should think. I'm going to the travel agents, to get some brochures. Then we can look at them later."
"Okay," she agreed, "but don't book anything yet. We need to see if this thing works properly."
"Course it will work. Don't forget it won't change much though, in absolute terms."
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There were three other people involved, besides Sandra herself. Miss Jay was present, as was Mr. James, and what looked like a female nurse. "We'll do the installation in the first aid room," Veronica told Sandra, "you'll be having a local anaesthetic. It's not a complicated medical procedure to install the sensor inside you, and Miss Williams will see to that. Mr. James will do the rest - the software applications and stuff to get the thing up and running."
Sandra looked bemused.
"Miss Williams is the company's piercing and tattooing specialist," Veronica explained, "we need her for two reasons - well, two piercings really. The way the sensor is fixed inside you is classed as a piercing, because it needs to be attached in a certain place so you cannot remove it. We also need to give you nipple piercings, to accommodate sensors there too. I take it you've no objection to that?"
It was a bit late if she did. "No, I don't think so..."
"They'll just look like the normal little rings - it's a popular piercing with girls nowadays," Miss Jay continued, "but they will incorporate sensors, so we can monitor your breasts too. The rings can be removed later should you wish. Okay?"
Sandra nodded. The thought of the piercings made her feel a bit faint.
Miss Williams took her hand. "Don't worry, you won't feel a thing."
They adjourned to Miss Williams' workshop and began the procedures. Sandra had to undress completely. The chastity devices were all taken off and set aside. Then she had to sit in a huge examination chair with her legs in the stirrups.
The installation of the sensor was indeed painless. It seemed to take no time at all, and Sandra was surprised it was over so quickly. The injection left her feeling a little numb, down below, but that would wear off. Then she had to sit up straight for the nipple piercings.
She couldn't watch, so she stared up at the ceiling.
"Okay, all done," Miss Williams announced. Sandra was astonished. She looked down to see the shiny rings in her nipples.
"They'll be a bit sore for a couple of days," Miss Williams told her. "After that they'll probably be quite pleasurable."
The other piercing she couldn't see. It was inside her.
"You can put your clothes back on now Sandra," Veronica told her. "That's the grisly bit done, now it's down to the software."
Sandra put her dress back on. She had no underwear, as normally she couldn't wear it.
Mr James took her over to a computer and they both sat down.
"Now we can attach the receiver to your wrist," he told her. If no-one had told Sandra, then she would have assumed the next device was a wristwatch. It had a digital display, and was showing the correct time.
"You can use it as a wristwatch of course," he explained. "But as you know it is really the receiver for all the messages transmitted from the sensors. If you want to see what the readings are you can change the display.." he pressed one of the tiny buttons on the side, "..and that gives temperature, moisture and other readings from...well, from inside you."
Sandra flushed a little. He asked her to put the 'wristwatch' on. She placed it around her wrist, and he fastened it just by clicking the ends of the metal strap together.
"That okay?" he checked.
"Yeah, fine, just like a watch."
He nodded. "Don't try to take it off - you won't be able to. Just wear it all the time, like a watch. You can do absolutely anything with it on - bathe, swim, anything. It's as unbreakable as we can make it."
Mr James then proceeded to program the receiver to Sandra's profile, and adjust any settings accordingly. To do this he attached a lead from the receiver to the computer.
"It's easier this way," he explained, "it can be done by the watch itself, but it's fiddly. After this I'll disconnect it and then you're on your way."
He used a password, then began tinkering with the program. He entered her name, age, other details about her. Then he set up lots of defaults and completed various options. It looked a complicated program and Sandra couldn't even understand the language and jargon.
"I'll explain some of these functions later," he muttered as he lost himself in the minutiae of the program.
Miss Jay had quite a lot of input into some of the options and settings. Sensitivity, for instance, was set to 'normal', and would be reviewed over the next few days as Sandra accustomed herself to the limitations and levels of acceptance of the device.
Finally the installation was complete. The local anaesthetic was wearing off rapidly now, and Sandra felt more aware of herself than she had been for some considerable time. It was a strange feeling now that the chastity belt was off.
Time for a pep talk from Veronica.
"You know the basics of how this all works?" she checked.
"I think so, yes," Sandra agreed.
"You'll need time to adjust to it all. You're still controlled with regard to anything sexual, probably even more so now. Up to now we haven't reliably known when you are thinking about sex, or whatever gets you excited - but now we will have evidence. In short, we are going to control your thoughts."
Sandra shuffled uncomfortably on her chair. "How do you mean, exactly?"
"Well, the sensor detects and records any period of sexual arousal. If we assume from the contract that you are not allowed sexual arousal, then you must try to avoid it."
"And if I don't, or I can't?" Sandra asked.
"Then there may be penalties," Veronica told her, "such as extra time added to the contract. And don't forget that that contract reverts to all the 'old fashioned' methods after this period of experimentation."
Sandra thought how cumbersome and restricting the other devices were, compared to the way she was rigged up now. Perhaps if she demonstrated how well she could work with this new device they might let her keep it until the end of her contract.
Veronica explained a bit more about how the device was set up.
"If you become aroused," she began, "the sensor detects it and the alarm on your 'watch' will sound. You can mute it by pressing this button.." she showed Sandra which one, "..but you must stop the cause of the arousal - which may mean thinking about something else - or the alarm will come back on, and keep coming back on, until the cause subsides."
Sandra nodded.
"And of course this is all recorded. At the moment, I will allow three brief periods of arousal per day, without penalty. This will give you some time to adjust to the new circumstances, and help you adjust to the tolerances of the device. Soon we will reduce these allowances to two per day, then one."
"So it's like 'aversion therapy'?" Sandra queried, "I have 'illegal' thoughts, which transfer to down below; that gets picked up by the sensor, and I have to stop these thoughts?"
"Precisely."
"Sort of 'turn myself off' to turn the alarm off?"
"Yes, exactly. So if just your thoughts can do it, you'd obviously be mad to attempt any...'manual' stimulation."
Sandra thought for a moment. "Does the sensor know the difference between...accidental stimulation - i.e. by thought process - and that of deliberate or manual stimulation?"
"Yes it does. With any attempted manual stimulation, the alarm will be louder and you won't be able to mute it. You'll also get cramping until the 'attempt' is voided - not harmful, but may be painful."
Sandra looked pensive. Maybe this new device wasn't quite as straightforward as it had sounded. At least with the chastity belt she sort of knew where she stood. This thing seemed quite 'sneaky' - telling all sorts of tales out of school, whilst appearing not to restrict her in any way.
"The best way forward now," Veronica concluded, "is just to proceed about your normal life, and take heed of any warnings you get from the device. You're certainly no worse off in most ways - you still can't have sex or stimulate yourself - that hasn't changed. Make another appointment here for next Friday - which gives you and us five days to see how the device performs. All being well you can go on holiday after that."
"Okay," Sandra agreed, "so that's it for now?"
"Yep, just try to behave yourself, that's all."
Sandra rang Paul on his mobile and he picked her up ten minutes later.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. Seems a bit strange, not having the chastity belt on after all this time. Can you take me to the mall - I need to buy some underwear."
He glanced over. "You have to wear underwear - panties?"
She shrugged. "I don't have to, at least I don't think I have to. I just feel the need to wear something. I feel a bit exposed, somehow. Actually I'm a bit wary of how all this works - I don't want to get lulled into a false sense of security. And I'm going to go back to keeping a diary. If this thing's keeping a check on me, I'm going to keep a record too."
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Day one.
The sensor set off the alarm five times - that's two times more than is supposedly permissible. I'm in trouble already; although this is supposed to be a time for allowances due to unfamiliarity, so maybe there won't be penalties. The first couple of times I probably brought it on myself. Paul was out in the evening, and I sat and took stock of the changes that had happened to my situation today; then I experimented - not actually touching, just thinking.
Within minutes the alarm went off. It shocked me, then made me smile a little at first, to think it was so effective. I was aroused, I knew it, so had sort of expected it. Now I had to learn what to do about being 'alarmed' and warned. The alarm was quite loud, impossible to ignore. I pressed the mute button and it stopped. But I also knew it would go off again if I didn't address the situation to its satisfaction.
Tempting fate, I did nothing. In fact if anything it did excite me further to be controlled, as it always does. This was going to be difficult. Seconds later the alarm went off again. This time I didn't mute it but left it sounding, whilst trying to ascertain what other actions would satisfy its criteria and then I would know how to stop it.
Trying to think whilst the beep beeping of the alarm was going wasn't easy. And I knew it was all being recorded. I also knew the device relied on two things basically: temperature and moisture - two dead give-always in a woman I suppose. I splashed cold water on my face to calm myself down. No result - the alarm was still going. I checked my pants and yes they were damp, so I changed them.
Then I sat down and pressed my legs together. Result. The sensor seemed to approve. The alarm stopped. What it hadn't liked, obviously, was my sitting with my legs open, being moist, and letting my thoughts run free. Well, now at least I had some idea of what to do and what not to do.
I waited an hour or so; busying myself and my thoughts elsewhere; then deliberately repeated the experiment. Again, I triggered the alarm easily, and again it stopped when I repeated the preventative measures as before. At this rate I was going to go through life with my thighs jammed together, never daring to think about anything that excited me. If I didn't I would also go through pairs of panties like someone with a major incontinence problem. Well Paul could have the soiled ones. I knew he had some, from where I didn't know; but he was entitled to his kicks as much as I was to mine.
The next three alarms happened in bed, waking me each time. Paul and I had agreed not to sleep together, so it wasn't a problem. He had moved in to the flat; though he strangely kept his own apartment vacant; and when I'd had the belt and other things on we had been sleeping together, even though unable to do anything.
Now it was different. Because of the sensor I couldn't risk bodily contact - neither of us would get any sleep for the dreaded alarm. It was down to me, and somehow my dreams or whatever kept triggering the sensor (or should that be 'censor'?).
I pressed the mute button each time and went back to sleep; all I could hope for was that my brain would train itself not to get any ideas while I was asleep.
Day Two
Getting used to it already. Only three alarms today, so no penalties there. The freedom to wear what I want is great too - nice underwear, skirts sky high, and I'm looking forward to wearing a bikini on holiday. I still walk funny, even without the high heels. I'm like someone who's been in leg irons for years, and I know I'm still not supposed to spread my legs much.
Day Three
Paul and I deliberately tried it on. I stripped off and put his face to work in between my legs. For a few seconds it was ecstasy, then all hell broke loose. The alarm went off, seemed even louder, couldn't mute it - then the sensor started to give me terrible cramping. Quite painful - impossible to proceed. For the first time since being chaste, I wanted an end to the whole thing - the contract, the terrible restrictions on me, the stupid rigmarole. Why was I denying myself, and Paul, such a natural pleasure? How could we get round it now? How could we wait another three years? Why should we? Because of my own stupid fault in signing that agreement.
The cramping took a while to subside. My 'punishment' I suppose.
Day Four
Uneventful. Three alarms but that's okay. We went shopping and I bought this black PVC bikini, which I'm going to wear on the beach at some stage.
Day Five
Back to the factory for a check-up. They hooked the 'watch' up to a PC and monitor, and displayed my 'performance' over the last four days - my highs and lows, my indiscretions. Everything was faithfully recorded, turned into graphs and databases. Apparently, for every period of excitement over the permitted three per day, I get another month in the old fashioned chastity belt, added on to my contract. And for serious attempts at sex, which show up in red, I get six months.
So the end result was two months, plus six for the attempt at oral sex, making another eight months added to my original contract. Quite depressing really, and for that reason alone I will be glad to get back into my belt and get on with serving my time.
The time spent out of the belt, i.e. under the EPM system, doesn't count toward time for the contract.
At least we can now go on holiday without any worries about what I can wear, or being discovered in any way. Viva Espana.
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Manchester airport, 7pm. Sandra sat in the restaurant with her legs pressed together.
"Nervous? Paul asked Sandra.
"About what - flying? No. About going through security, yes. What if all the micro-waves being transmitted from in between my legs set off the scan thing?"
Paul laughed. "They said it wouldn't."
She smiled. "Aha, you don't know what's going on in between my legs."
"Yes I do." He took hold of her wrist and checked the display on her watch. "Anyone can find out what's going on in your pants, by doing this. In fact if we connected it to the tannoy system it could be announced every few seconds, or put up on the screens that display the flight details. Now that, would be hilarious."
She pulled her wrist away from him and looked at the display herself. "Everything normal, just the way I like it," she commented. "And I've got ten spare pairs of pants in my hand luggage."
He nodded. "It could be interesting watching you change your underwear in the middle of a flight."
Sandra lit a cigarette. "Hopefully that shouldn't be necessary. By now I think I know what does and doesn't trigger my alarm."
"Like what?" he asked.
"It has its quirks. For one thing, it doesn't like me opening my legs much. I probably keep them even closer together than when I had to wear the thigh bands - that's why I still walk funny. And it doesn't like me not to wear underwear."
"You're kidding," he exclaimed, "it knows that?"
Sandra shrugged. "It seems to. I have to know what it will or will not tolerate, and go along with it."
They were interrupted by an announcement on the tannoy.
"Flight's boarding soon, we better go."
They got through the security with no problems. Sandra got a window seat on the 'plane and she was happy. The man in the three row seat next to them fell asleep soon after take-off.
Sandra reached into he flight bag and took out a leather belt.
"What are you doing?" Paul whispered.
Sandra reached up under her skirt. "Tying my legs together. I'm sleepy and if I sleep with my legs apart this thing will go off sooner or later."
Paul glanced round to make sure no-one was watching. Sandra buckled the belt around her thighs to keep them together, then put her skirt down again.
"There. No problem, I hope."
The alarm did go off twice during the flight. She muted it each time, and tried to eradicate the cause.
"Sorry," she explained to the man sitting next to them. "Paul bought this watch for me, and the alarm seems to keep going off."
All of which was perfectly true.
"What's setting it off?" Paul whispered to her.
"I don't know. Maybe it thinks I'm about to join the mile-high club or something."
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The holiday passed pleasantly, uneventfully, and of course quickly, as all good holidays are wont to do.
"God, where did two weeks go?" Sandra mused on the return flight.
"Search me," Paul agreed. "Enjoyed it?"
"Sure, it was great. Shame about the PVC bikini."
"Yeah," he agreed, "you looked good in it until it set the alarm off."
It had proved impossible to wear the black PVC bikini. The pants part, being made of plastic, made Sandra overheat in her sensitive area, so the sensor would not tolerate it. She had three alarms in five minutes, and decided enough was enough.
"It didn't like PVC pants," Sandra agreed.
"Yes that was a shame," Paul remarked, "because I thought you looked very fetching in tight black PVC knickers."
"Pervert," she admonished him. "You're right though, they did look cute. Well, it might be some time before you see me in them again, or any knickers. Its back to the chastity belt when we get back home."
"Is it?" he queried, "I thought you had another week yet in the EPM system."
She shook her head. "Nope, I'm abandoning it."
"What - you can't wait to get back into all that ironmongery - the thigh bands and everything?"
She nodded. "Well, not exactly. But this method's too...'dangerous'. Even before we came away I'd been given extra time on the contract, so God knows how many penalties have accrued in its memory since then. At least with the chastity belt I know where I stand, and my thoughts aren't controlled."
The End
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