Armoring Passion Chapter Three

Zoe said, "To change the subject, Sue is concerned about her cousin's truck, Les. Can we take her to the shop. call the collision place for her?"

Les said, "Sure, I'll meet you there," he said as he stood, the check for their meals in his hand, fishing into his wallet for a tip. Sue found herself surreptitiously examining him for any tell-tale projections. but nothing seemed unusual.

Zoe and Sue rose, assembling their garments for the still-rainy outdoors. Zoe pecked him on his cheek. "See you in a few minutes, dear."

Hoping that her understanding of their relationships was appropriate, Sue wanted to arouse Les as Zoe had wished. Sue plunged ahead. "I want to hug you again Les, you've been so kind." She inclined her cheek to his shoulder as she embraced him. She lifted one leg behind her briefly, allowing her thigh to press and search Les's crotch. There it was. a hard downward appendage that was drawn back somewhat, by his shorts, presumably. Pleased, she directed her breathing to his neck as she held him, stimulating both Les and herself with her proud breasts. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."

Les could not contain a barely audible sound; again he flushed. He was perspiring. He turned to Zoe darkly. "It's getting really bad Zoe."

Zoe was brightly pleased. "I want your next time to be special darling. It will be, won't it?"

The rain had stopped. Zoe and Sue maneuvered through puddles to the Porsche. As Zoe started driving toward Swenton she said, "The way you embraced Les was clever. you have good instincts. Les is quite boiling right now."

"You gave me courage. I'm embarrassed at how much I enjoyed that. Les is very attractive."

"He is; I'm sure that you could have your way with any red-blooded hunk that you'd a mind to. including your Colin."

"That sounds a little cold. really, I just want Colin to want me again.

"You'd have that if you had him sexually locked; his physiology is controlled by that, and that's a whole new supply of humility. femininity becomes so intoxicating to him... you most of all. He becomes quite amenable to anything that you assign to him; even the wildest things you can imagine. you'd get spoiled quickly. It isn't really selfish, Sue. the strange inverted pleasure he gets might well exceed your own enjoyment. and it seems to make an enduring bonding."

"Ohh. I don't know. it almost seems absurd. "

"Alright. any alternatives? How about forgetting Colin altogether?"

"I can't, it's like he's become part of me. We were so intimate. it's not just the remembering part; it's the feelings in my body that won't end. We were mating. I don't think that it can ever end..."

"Ohh, you are truly scrambled then. So.?"

"What do you think I should do?"

"What was there about Amata that Colin found attractive? Is it possible for you to be objective?"

"Maybe, some." Sue stared, recalling. "She was petite and vivacious, beautiful long black hair, a slight Cuban accent. She worked fantastically hard and did everything; tagged luggage, rolled the luggage to the plane, operated both the people and the luggage scanner, sold tickets. She wore that taupe Metropolitan uniform with color matched hose and low pumps; everything was very fitted. She was fearless, yet all the while she was flirty."

"That would turn heads."

"I think Colin was susceptible to Amata because she sort of took charge of him. of everyone, really. I waited for Colin once, behind Amata's counter. this was before that time when she handcuffed and teased him. I talked with her some. she thought that Kendall was a total drag, and she wanted to get back to Miami. She'd added a wide mesh belt over her corporate skirt, it really emphasized her waist. it was so small that it was ridiculous.

"She'd wear rugged ankle boots when she moved luggage, but most of the time she wore skimpy flat pumps that matched her hosiery shade. She had a way flirting in them. She'd study her foot while she'd lift her heel out of the pump and extremely arch her foot, as if she were estimating the highest possible heel that could be worn; then, real slowly, she'd begin flexing her ankle sideways slightly. like a ballet exercise.

"She'd occasionally alternate each foot, all the time being very deliberate with that slow flexing and extreme arching. It seemed innocent and lackadaisical. but she made it sort of enchanting. Everyone's attention would get drawn, like out of the corner of their eye. Then she'd look around to see some guy staring. she had a way returning a really provocative look."

"Ohh yesss. I've seen hundreds of her. I think that she's a good thing for you."

"I don't understand."

"I think that Miss Princess Cha-Cha modifies her appeal according to circumstances; an opportunist. Your Colin doesn't have what she's really looking for; she's just toying with him. Poor Colin will become obsolete to Amata; she'll eventually separate herself, that's usually ugly. Amata will probably never stay paired; someone might have to virtually imprison her someday. Colin will be so disillusioned when he understands that Amata's going in her own direction. Amata will have begun to discipline him already. that's good."

"You think?"

"I'm quite sure. My guess is that some fallout will have begun already. If you were especially fetching and accidentally appeared in Colin's presence, he might well re-prioritize you ahead of Amanda. Remember, he'd have to make the first move. that's very important. Be prepared. you'd want any resumed relationship to be on your terms."

"I should get that sorted out anyway. You're right."

"Just like a pre-marital agreement. And don't hesitate to handcuff Colin when he eventually makes an offer to do that again. Be a little merciless when he's helpless. explore lots of little torments to him that might appeal and to find what's the most effective to him... that was what endeared him to Amata. You were evidently shocked when he first offered, but think about it; it could be so rewarding."

Sue said nothing, weighing Zoe's words. especially her surprising predictions. Zoe's thoughts about Colin were exciting, yet it was hard to commit to an idea that seemed to arrive so simply. and so fast. Zoe had evidently had experience with social dilemma's while she was in the military. she was providing great inspiration.

The car came to an alley between two buildings on the main business street in Swenton. The building on the right had three storefronts; a travel agency, a jewelry store, and a coffee shop. The building on the left was two stories high, a women's clothing store... Vanette's. It was much larger than a boutique, but smaller than a department store.

At the end of the alley, behind the building at the right, was a set of concrete steps that led to a door under a sign; `Record Security'. Zoe parked the car in the alley; Sue reached into her bag in the back seat to get her wallet, registration, and insurance papers for her cousin's disabled truck. She followed Zoe up the steps and waited as Zoe unlocked the door.

Inside was a partially enclosed office area to the left having a few desks, tables, and file cabinets. The larger part of the shop had a large service bench with an array of electronic equipment; along one wall were boxes of video monitors, camera's, and cables. "Be it ever so humble," Zoe said, hanging her coat on a hook. "Make yourself comfortable for a bit, Les will be right along."

Sue found an office chair; Zoe also sat and began jotting notes from a succession of answering machine messages; a bank ran out of videotape; a camera needed repositioning in a mall's parking lot; a relocated pharmacy needed a camera installation by Wednesday.

Sue's mind returned to their earlier conversation. Gaining control of Colin seemed so ambitious, but insanely thrilling. Zoe had guided her into analyzing the matter objectively. Even if they were reunited, and he was willing, how could a chastity device possibly be acquired for Colin?

These clothes that she was now wearing were so effective, so perfect. It seemed so improbable that a snug leather skirt and fashionable blouse, with matched exotic pumps and hose could be so. elegant. almost understated. They somehow projected confident dignity. yet so hot; Zoe's fashion touch was magic. She really should buy them from Zoe, but she had virtually non-existent resources.

Les was shouldering a recording unit when he maneuvered himself through the door. He gently positioned it on the workbench, and then came into the office area. "We're not well equipped for receiving visitors yet, Sue, but that's coming. We have another five months on our lease, then we'll find more space."

"It looks very functional." Sue deliberately kept her gaze on Les, making her demeanor very confident. She knew that he was aware of her scrutiny.

Zoe finished the messages and outlined Les's obligations. Then, "Could you make those calls for Sue now?"

Les asked for the truck's papers from Sue, and for her driver's license. Sue was impressed with his transformation; he'd discarded all evidence of personal stress, and went about efficiently calling the insurance company's answering service, maneuvering through the time-place-damage-inquisition.

The next twenty minutes were spent on calls to the sheriff's office, then the wrecker service. He coached Sue through her call to her cousin to keep him apprised of events; she was only able to leave the information on his answering machine, he was apparently not at home.

Les said, "The only thing left is to fill out an accident report from the sheriff's office. We'll stop there to get the form. you'll need to sign it and get it back to them in three days. You can mail it back after you send a copy for the insurance company; better get one to your cousin, too. "

Zoe said, "I'll take Sue to the Sheriff's office on the way to her apartment." She turned to Sue. "Is there anything functioning at Addelson's on weekends?"

Sue said "No, they pretty well close down. the library will open at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. It'll be an uneventful weekend of extra study for me, I guess."

"Would you like to spend another night with us, we'd have a great deal to talk about; we could show you that belt that we were describing."

"That would be fascinating, it's going to be a little lonesome otherwise... I'd like to learn more. it's all so different."

"Les and I usually get out of here about 3:00 on Saturday's, it'll probably be a bit later than that because of our shmoozing at Cedars. How about picking you up at 4:00 at your apartment?"

"Now that I know where this is, I'm think that I could be back here about 3:30 and save time if you'd rather."

"That would be great. we'll go now."

Sue saw that Les had moved out of range of his receiving another embrace. She called to him, "Thank you so much for all that you've done. I'll look forward to seeing you later," she blew him a kiss while Zoe looked perversely pleased. Les tried miserably to look disinterested as he waved stoically.

The sheriff's office was two blocks away. Sue quickly got a blank accident form from a lascivious desk clerk, and returned to the Porsche while Zoe waited.

Sue directed Zoe four block's further from the sheriff's office; to an aging three-story stone-faced building. She pointed to one group of three windows on the second floor as being her apartment location. As Sue got her bag from the rear of the car, Zoe asked, "Do you have access to the Internet?"

"Renee has a portable that she lets me use and we split the monthly connection charges."

"Do you have an e-mail address?"

"Renee got me a free one. it's `I M S O O O at hatmail dot com'.

Zoe jotted the information on a scrap of paper. "OK, check your e-mail about noon, there may be some reference information that I can get to you. I may have to start back to our place early to pick up a few groceries, but Les will wait for you at Record."

"Alright, thanks. I expect to be at there about 3:30. bye."

By 11:30, the apartment had become comfortably warm; Sue had raised the thermostat and slipped out of her pumps when she'd first entered the silent apartment. She'd removed her clothes with reverence; the fragile stockings were removed with cautious concentration to avoid damaging them. Now she lounged on the couch in her robe, with her legs under her.

She'd read the page in `Cosmetic Dermatology: Principles and Methods' twice, but nothing was registering. Thoughts of Colin had always been a continuing distraction, but now, thoughts of Les and Zoe were even worse. The proximity of her hot new garments was also destroying her ability to concentrate. She mentally capitulated and went to the computer desk, then powered it up.

After a quick trip to the refrigerator for celery to munch, she returned to navigate through boot-up and Internet connection. She arrived at her e-mail repository and had begun searching the flood of junk for anything meaningful; a message suddenly came to the top of the list; `See the Future' from `RecorZ@gibrater.net' . Eagerly she read it:

`Hope I copied your address correctly. I've looked up some websites that may be beneficial.

1. http://www.kinkyconsumer.com/Reviews/Chastity/male-chastity-devices.htm
2. http://www.mybdsm.com/pages/chastity/information.html
3. www.latowski.de/kg-mann.html
4. www.reinholds.de/frame_e.htm

We'll be looking for you before 4:00. Les wants to broil steaks tonight. Zoe.'

`Steaks' sounded good; she hadn't had much opportunity for good meals lately. She promptly clicked on the first address that Zoe had provided. It was a shockingly unvarnished discussion of a male's sexual habits. `Wow.'

Sue was riveted by the information. it proceeded through ten pages, with much space devoted to a discussion of the surprisingly varied methods of incarcerating a male cock. Included was an outline of the `tube' method of preventing sexual activity to a penis as Zoe had described, and there was even a listing of chastity device makers on the last pages, most with their own web addresses.

She noticed an optional discussion page concerned with women's chastity. Sue had a compulsion to scan that, studying every image carefully. It summarized the issue with a conclusion that even the best chastity devices could not ultimately prevent women's orgasms. That was strangely disappointing. even as Sue's body was responding, undaunted.

Her head spinning with the shocking novelty of it all, she looked at Zoe's second address. It was gratefully less comprehensive, a girl-to-girl persuasion of controlling male sexual activity. very effective.

The third and fourth entries displayed images and all the beauty of the polished chastity devices that Les and Zoe had so fondly described. Seeing them drew an urge to caress one.

Sue sat back, flushed, breathing rapidly. After some moments she returned to the 3rd address that Zoe had furnished. the one that had the most elegant images of chastity devices. She began exploring; finally she came to an image of a woman's chastity device that was, as Zoe had described, `a real work of art'. It was so evilly elegant. She recorded the web address; http://www.latowski.de/kg-frau.html for future reference.

Sue was lubricating freely, beset by the avalanche of erotic concepts. She had barely digested all the events since her misfortune with the deer collision; but these new temptations were like arriving in a different world.

She studied the woman's image. It must be awful. the center of fulfillment walled away. the belt would force the wearer to constantly focus on her unachievement; it had to provoke an increasingly acute wanting. Sue suspected from her own experience that a labored orgasm could indeed be induced, but that would leave the unreached body in agonized dissatisfaction. The woman that modeled the chastity belt was even wearing a firmly fitted shiny metal brassiere. even that tactile support of pleasure had been removed from her.

It had been less than six hours since Sue'd masturbated, but she badly needed relief now, even more than previously. Trembling with need, she managed to log off the computer and made her way to her small bedroom. She slipped under the covers of her bed; that was her habitual safeguarding of now unneeded privacy. The image of the woman remained with her, except she was empathizing herself to be her. The thought of attempting orgasm by breast arousal only flashed momentarily; her need was too great to experiment.

She experienced a record orgasm with her first touch to herself. that orgasm never really left for many minutes. It would peak periodically as various scenes blazed brilliantly; herself encased in that diabolical belt. Colin's subjugation by her, controlled by a similar belt. her hands were busily attending her body continuously. She finally rested. spent.

It was now approaching 3 o'clock. Sue had taken a shower, and had begun preparing for another night with Les and Zoe. The thought of teasing Les shadowed her, it gave her buoyancy. She was in disquieting denial that things that she did to tease others would also tease herself.

It would be foolish to wear her precious new clothes to walk to Record Securities; it was cool and damp outside. She'd attempt some sense of style that Zoe might approve of, from her own meager resources. Her black scrunch boots were appropriate. her semi-sheer Lycra tights had an eye- catching slate luster; they'd compliment her short navy pencil skirt. Her brassiere seemed to strain, her breasts were responding to the provocations. they felt more prominent under the saffron scoop-neck pullover that she'd selected.

The pile of things she wanted to take was accumulating, including the things she'd worn that morning. She wanted to include some casual things. jeans, T-shirt, sneakers. She'd decided to borrow Renee's larger gym bag that she knew was kept under Renee's bed in her bedroom.

She found it. but inside, she found a pink vibrating dildo; it was disguised in a dark brown scarf. A flush of embarrassment rose, followed by envious fascination. Sue was not naieve, she'd seen vibrators in high school, had even used one once; that had been an uncomfortable disappointment, but this new one was much more elaborate.

Sue's recent roommate, Renee, was 23; she had classic beauty and tended to rebel against contemporary feminism. She'd been disillusioned with the employment prospects of her sociology major, and had abruptly elected to restart a career in beauty management. In the four weeks that they'd resided together, Sue and Renee had pleasantly surprised each other by their ability to cordially divide chores and obligations, and they'd studiously avoided meddling in each other's social life. Sue vowed to not tell Renee about her discovery, but was apprehensive about this transgression.

The deliciously wicked device that Sue held was especially intriguing. The vibrator had a wire-connected control for hiding elsewhere on the body; the vibrator itself would be held into to the body by an attached bikini-like harness of supple skin-toned latex-like material. there was a tightening arrangement much like on a brassiere. The vibrator was shaped like an undersized banana, with an extra branch that would hook upward and back, and another short `wand' that would press against a clitoris. all gently flexible.

Sue tentatively turned the main knob on the control; instead of vibration there was slow pulsing and an even slower oscillation of a slight lengthening and contraction. Sue knew instantly how devastatingly effective the device would be. Her recent record-peaking ardor still lingered, and she wanted to experiment. But reluctantly, she replaced it.

Sue entered Record Security at 3:45; setting her own stuffed gym bag down, she and drew back the hood attached to her olive drab trench coat. she hadn't taken chances with threats of rain on her hair. Les looked at Sue even more defensively than he had before. "Hello Sue. We can go right away. Sue's gone on ahead, there's some things at the market that she wanted tonight."

"Ok, it's good to be out of that lonesome apartment." Sue considered this arrangement. she'd be alone with Les in his car. helpless Les. It had fuzzy implications. There was a probability that it was an arrangement that Zoe had created, to further bedevil Les with Sue's presence. Sue wondered if she could conveniently apply her favorite cologne that was somewhere in her bag.

After setting an alarm and locking the entrance door, Les put her bag in the back seat of his Jeep station wagon. As they set out, Les said, "We have plans for steak and potatoes tonight, hope you're hungry".

"Zoe told me, that sounds so good. My roommate and I aren't very good at cooking dinners yet; they're often something like tuna, or noodles, or eggs, or salad. We can only get together for a midday lunch together about twice a week. peanut butter sandwiches or canned soup. We both like yogurt at bedtime though. We'll go out for a sub or pizza about once a week, to socialize a little."

"Meal-making was a chore for Zoe and I at first, we'd been used to getting meals in the service, or we'd eat out. We had to learn after our discharge or we'd starve." Then, "There's your cousin's truck, Sue." Les slowed next to an automobile lot beside a collision garage with an enormous, garish sign. Sue could see that the right front fender would certainly need replacing. Les resumed.

After some moments, Sue tried to find a way to talk about Les's sexual bondage. Best to start with something shared. "Uhhh. you heard about my interest in my old boyfriend Colin."

"I gather that you're thinking about arranging a relationship like the one that Zoe and I have. Zoe spoke to me about it. She wants me to be totally revealing for you. to answer anything that you want to know."

"You're both so cool and gracious. .About this morning at Cedars, I'm not sure that I was supposed to hear what you two were talking about. about how you have to spend more time; I didn't understand about how much time that was. I'm sure I understood what Zoe was referring to though, and it seems unfair. If Ned were to ever ask me like you asked Zoe, you know, like to get released, I'm sure I'd do it."

"This hurts, but I'm sworn to be straight. Truthfully, it was consistent for Zoe to deny me relief; I had to expect that. The longer that I go without sex, the more powerful the urge; women seem to get so much more magnetic for me. I look for ways to mentally distract from that, but it's always a losing battle.I forget myself and start begging Zoe before I realize. It wasn't welcome when she added time though. if I'd had my wits about me I wouldn't have risked it... the units she was talking about were days."

"So what she did was right?"

"I don't know how to answer that. It's like when parents said no to something that you wanted as a child, and gave extra punishment when you kept asking... it seemed so unfair at the time, but probably the right thing to do. This curse that I wear really torments. it dissolves my objectivity. I have to concentrate on being reasonable."

"Oh. You seemed so business-like when you made those calls for me. Thank you again, by the way."

"I keep trying mental tricks of distraction to do that, but they're not always successful when I'm close to a siren like you. especially you. I was able to for a little while this morning, but it was an effort to keep myself clear-headed. Zoe is always trying to maximize my craving for sex; I'm resigned to suffer that; new meaning for the phrase `tough love'. Diabolical is the word. she never allows relief if she thinks that I'll get even a little more craving for sex by waiting."

Sue wanted to verify what Zoe had said about receiving unlimited sexual favor from Les while he was kept chaste. "Doesn't Zoe's own needs make her want to release you?" she probed. "Zoe's a very sexy lady, she needs a lot of attention. my denied suffering especially turns her on. This sounds strange, but physically satisfying her is the only thing that alleviates my craving, even while she keeps me denied. It isn't a cure, it actually arouses me more than anything, but it's a kind of sedative at the same time. I at least get a chance to be doing something. I've always had a good ability to do things that have to be done, like our business, but I've become preoccupied with finding ways of pleasing her, my wicked mistress. as much as she'll allow me."

The phrase `wicked mistress' was unexpected. Les didn't seem to be facetious when he said it. "Your wicked mistress does let you have sex periodically then?"

"Yes, it's the event that I live for. Zoe makes sure of that."

"I'm awfully confused. Should I be feeling sorry for you, Les?"

"Zoe and I have a balance that we seem to gravitate to, it includes a lot of dissatisfaction on my part, but it's what just seems to happen. So, I guess that I've found my natural state. agonizing with need has become my natural condition, I'd miss not having it now."

"Did you ever resist being kept that way? You don't seem to resist it much now."

"From the moment that I first put on that Topff chastity belt, it felt like it belonged, it made a viciously sweet torment that was damnably addictive. To resist anything that Zoe does would mean that I'd no longer be managed with a chastity device. my chastity device. I really wouldn't like that. If I had to choose between my chastity device and something like my ear, I'm not sure that I'd pick my ear."

"So you felt like it was natural. almost immediately?"

"Yes. but it was impossible to easily admit that at first. even to myself."

"And you didn't know anything about chastity devices before that time in the chastity belt shop in Germany?"

"Not really. I knew what they were, but they were sort of mythical." After a few moments, he added; "You're exploring the idea of having a chastity belt for your ex-boyfriend aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I think. I know. your guy will be unable to judge his ability to even try dealing with it for at least a week, after he's exposed to it." A pause. "I couldn't even guarantee that. guys are all different.

Sue said, "There are so many unknowns. certainly as many for him as for me. assuming that we ever can get to the point where he becomes aware of all this. It is fascinating. A lot to hope for, for me. I'm not totally sold yet. it's all too new."

After a few moments, Sue resumed. "Zoe tried to tell me that you got some kind of enjoyment being sexually stimulated without being able to do anything about it. It's very important to me to understand that. and I don't. Zoe wanted me to tease you, and I feel guilty about that. but I really love doing it."

"Ahhh.yes. my wicked mistress would not miss such an opportunity." They continued in silence for nearly another mile. Finally, Les said, "It's true, you know. I do. get enjoyment, I mean. I don't know how to describe it. Why does anyone go on a roller coaster to get scared. or to a horror movie? And they wind up enjoying it. There's some enjoyment in sneezing, I guess, that's what using snuff is all about. I don't know. honestly, since I've been immobilized, I've begun to adore anything feminine, and I don't understand why. But I really don't care. I used to think like a predator. all guys do to some extent. But now, it feels like my eyes have been opened for the first time, and I've come to adore Zoe, and anything female. And the strange part is, the more that this. weakness is used against me, the more thrill I get from that. Go figure."

Silence. Sue could not fathom how to respond, so she waited. Finally, Les said, "It's really dishonest to not make you understand more. "

"That's alright. I've got a start. Thank you."

"No, it isn't alright. It's so difficult, because I don't understand everything myself. I've learned that women want someone to just keep paying attention to them and appreciate them. Well, when I first put a chastity belt on, it forced me to do just that with Zoe, and she so enjoyed that. like she'd been waiting for my attention. or anyone's, all her life. And she made that so plain that I kind of adopted her as my. goddess?" A pause. "Now she uses my new weakness for women. she kind of pushes me into a sort of continuous torture of wanting them."

"And you enjoy wanting them?"

"Yes. God save me."

"That's interesting." Another pause. "So it's a good thing to tease you?"

"I sort of live for that."

Yet another silence. "Well, OK." Sue drew her scrunch boots off, and she drew her legs aside, half facing Les. "I'd like to feel your chastity device. Zoe described it to me, but I'd like to feel it anyway." Les began to breathe heavily, and a bead of perspiration stood on his forehead. Cautiously, she reached into Les's lap with both hands to unfasten his trouser opening.

End

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