TestingSubmitted by: Mortice
People don't believe me when I tell them I'm a professional female chastity belt wearer.Think about it - these days there are lots of chastity devices and they all have passed rigorous testing from the National Security Institute's Chastity Security Seal of Quality. No-one would bother buying a device which didn't have a CSSQ mark. And the Institute has to test the devices, so they employ people like me. It's an interesting job. Even as a young girl I'd been into bondage, even before I knew what it was called, and when I grew up and started finding out about the real world of BDSM, I was in heaven! Chastity belts were my favourites, so when I heard I could apply to be a tester, I was first in the queue. I was even more surprised to find it's a part time job. They lock a chastity device onto me, then I can carry on with my normal life and working at a normal job, doing everything except sex. But I get paid for the chastity work as well as the thrill of being locked - it's a win/win situation! I work in the Female Chastity Testing department. There are three sub-departments, called units - the Short Range unit checks out the basic wearability of devices for up to three days. Some devices fail this if they're uncomfortable or prove to be unsecure. If any of the testers manage to have an orgasm while locked, the device is doomed. Then there's the Medium Range unit. Here, testers are locked into devices for four weeks, and regularly monitored for that time. This tests the comfort and security over a reasonable period, which is as much as most customers need from their devices. And finally, there's the Long Range unit, which is where devices are tested non-stop for at least 6 months, and sometimes much more. You have to be very dedicated to work there, and the belts are on for so long that sometimes the testers get to feel like the belts are a part of their body and don't want to give them up at the end of the test. I'm in the Medium Range unit. They lock me into something on a Sunday, and send me away. I come into the lab for regular testing, but it's not until Saturday four weeks later that I'm unlocked from the device (if it's a successful test). I'm allowed out, free and liberated, for the Saturday night, then on Sunday I'm locked into a new device and the cycle starts again. Yes, that's right, in every 28 days, I'm locked up for 27 of them. It sounds tough, but it means in one night I get a month's worth of pent up orgasms, and I love that bit, it makes it all worth while.
The experience of being secured varies a lot, depending on the type of device I'm in. There are three types of belt that are tested on me:
I've worked out a system for how to get the most out of my few hours of freedom a month. After about three weeks locked up, I hit the bars. By this time I'm getting horny so I usually dress as sexy as I can - very short skirt, tight top, only steel underwear. Then I see who I can pick up. I flirt with guys and try to get an idea of which ones might be a bit kinky. I chat to one for a while, then I whisper in his ear, telling him to put his hand on my waist (if I'm wearing a device with a waist belt). Then when he feels the steel I encourage him to feel around and follow the contours of the belt. And then, when the penny drops and he works out what it is, I tell him I have to keep it on for another week. This splits the guys in half. Some just walk away, they can't see the point of chatting up a girl if they can't fuck her. But fortunately, some guys are interested to find out more, some even quite turned on by it. If I've picked the right sort of guy, I'll go home with him, and we'll have sex. Some sort of sex anyway, usually me sucking him off. There's nothing that turns me on more than giving a guy pleasure when I can't get any for myself, and that just drives me on to do more to him. With most devices, he can fuck my arse just not my pussy, and the guys seem to be happy with that although it just frustrates me even more. Once I've got him keen, I'll explain about Saturday night. After the scientists have taken their measurements and removed the device, I'm let out of the lab. Somehow I resist the temptation to run into the nearest toilet and fuck myself silly. Instead I go home and get dressed up in something short and sexy (this time no underwear at all) and take my man out to a restaurant or night club. All evening I want to jump on him, and he's excited because he knows what's coming later, but we're in a public place and we try to maintain a respectful appearance despite underneath bubbling with lust. Then we go home and fuck like rabbits. I have my first orgasm for a month with him inside me. Then I have my second and third, and sometimes I'm still going at it with my vibrator while he's exhausted and asleep. Usually we get up to unspeakable sex acts in the morning, right up to the time when I have to go into the lab to get fitted for my next device. I never see the same guy twice, the thrill of the chase is just too much fun, it wouldn't be the same if it was a regular thing with the same guy. So, three weeks later, I'm back in the bars eyeing up the guys, wondering who will be the next one to break my month long abstinence. It may sound like madness, and it takes a particular type of girl to actually enjoy this sort of torture, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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