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Samantha moaned softly into her pillow, cursing the suns rays as they seemed to follow her around the bed. One eye cautiously opened to check the time, reading just after noon on her nightstand display. It would be several more hours until her first appointment. She moved her pillow once again to escape the sunlight and the faint creek of leather escaped from under the satin sheets as she settled in for a few more hours.
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ding dong
Her eyes darted open. “Who the hell is that?” she wondered, running through the possibilities in her mind. Begrudgingly, she removed the sheets and sat up on the edge of the bed. She yawned deeply, rubbing her eyes and working the kinks out of her muscles.
ding dong
"Yeah, yeah" she grumbled. Standing up she walked to the bedroom door and yelled down the hallway "Just a moment, I will be right there!"
More alert now she took a few steps back and stood in front of a full body mirror. Before her was a woman of only 24 years still wearing the previous night’s attire. The tight black leather corset could barely restrain her large, pert breasts; eye candy that her clients always enjoyed. Samantha's eyes traced her hourglass figure, past her corseted waist. A garter belt held up her black seemed stocking, surprisingly still in good shape from recent activities. She smiled at herself, never doubting for a second the power her lightly tanned perfect body gave her.
Normally she would have answered the door dressed as she was but thought better of it. “With my luck it will be a little girl standing there with her Mom selling cookies” she mused to herself.
Sam reached for her bathrobe and draped it over her body pulling the belt tight as she walked to the front door. Looking in the mirror near the door one last time she fixed her hair and makeup as best she could before opening the door.
A handsome FedEx man stood before her holding a box in his hands. "Are you Mrs. Stephenson?" he asked.
"Yes I am, but Sam is fine" she answered. In her profession her clients often did not look nearly as good as the man before her. His muscle toned body left her mind racing with what she could do to him.
"Great, I just need you to sign here Sam" he said handing over a small tablet.
Sam started to sign the box highlighted on the display. "This is a really nice house, are you a lawyer or doctor?" he questioned, tilting his head a bit to look inside.
"No, I typically fall into 'Other' on survey forms" she cryptically answered, returning his tablet with a smile.
"Oh... OK. Well you have a great day Miss. Stephenson, err... Sam" he cheerfully replied returning to his truck.
She stepped back inside and closed the door behind her. Sam tried to recall what she had ordered recently as she brought the package into the dining room, setting it on the table.
"Now I wonder who sent this?" she asked herself noticing there was only an anonymous return address listed. "ACME Corp, that's original" she quipped under her breath.
Using a knife from the kitchen she sliced the tape open, setting it down next to her. She opened the flaps of the box open and began sifting through the foam peanuts. She felt something hard and pulled it out of the box.
She recognized the item immediately; it was a brand new and very shiny chastity belt. Sam had researched many in the past to use on various clients, but this was unlike anything she had seen before. It had a presence to it, an evil that she couldn’t put her finger on.
Sam rotated the belt in her hands, examining the construction. Her first realization was that it was female and not male. The second was the absence of a lock, only small hooks that would hold it in place. “Maybe it is only a demo model?” she questioned.
It was not uncommon for her to be shipped items like this; nowadays she hardly ever bought her own equipment. Some were from vendors looking for endorsements but most were from her clients; her male clients. The irony of most gifts was they were never really for her. The very corset she wore was really for the benefit of last night’s appointment. Sam allowed them these simple pleasures in exchange for some form of punishment.
The question filling her mind now was who would have sent a chastity belt, a female belt at that. She had a few female clients but none of them have expressed any interest in chastity. Then it dawned on her, “Is this belt for me to try?” she wondered, scowling at the prospect.
Sam thought about just setting it aside, but true to her nature, she was curious as a cat, leaving it alone wasn’t really an option. Quickly she unhooked the crotch plate and separated the belt, easing it over her corset pulling it together in front. To Sam’s surprise the belt was a bit too small forcing her to tighten the laces on her corset another inch. “I must be down to 23 inches, it’s a good thing I haven’t had breakfast yet!” she joked to herself.
With the laces tighter Sam took a minute to adjust her breathing and the belt hooked together after a few tugs, not leaving a millimeter to spare. She spread her legs a bit and carefully covered her latex panties with the crotch plate, hooking it to the center of the waist band.
“A perfect fit!” she said, somewhat surprised and a little worried the belt was obviously for her.
Playfully she tugged at the belt, digging her fingers under the cover plate over her pussy. The contoured steel and rubber lining prevented all but a fingernail from getting close to her sex. It didn’t take long for the surface of her panties to become slick with arousal. Closing her eyes she imagined the torment her female clients would feel, denied once of life’s most basic pleasures. As the minutes passed, her breathing becoming labored, but not from the corset. Images of their pleading eyes flashed in her minds eye as she continued to deny them release. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years.
The grandfather clock in the room chimed loudly, snapping her out of her fantasy. Sam looked at the clock and could see she still had 5 hours before her first client would arrive. Wicked thoughts filled her head and how it would feel to spend the afternoon actually locked in the belt. With flashbacks of her recent fantasy fresh in her mind; the decision was already made before she consciously realized it herself.
“How the hell do you lock this thing?” she pondered.
Reaching into the box she found a small remote. It was no bigger than a small TV remote with an LCD display, a few buttons and a keypad. It seemed pretty straightforward to her with buttons labeled “Lock, Unlock, Torment, Timer, Tease, Punish and Random”. With brazen ambition, Sam quickly pressed the lock button.
“No Plug(s) detected” scrolled across the small screen.
“Hmm, interesting” she thought before reaching into the box again, “Maybe I should read the instructions.”
Searching the box she found the plugs in question and started examining their design, forgetting about the manual. The butt plug was medium is size with steel plates on either side of the shaft and a flared base. It appeared to have a small hole, not much bigger than a straw, down the middle with a small rubber stopper at the base. The dildo had similar metal plates but more in the shape of what looked like a 7” penis. At the base was a nub that looked like a clit stimulator. “Yummy” she thought, licking her lips.
Disconnecting the crotch plate and letting it hang down it became obvious where they went. At the base of the band were two sockets that matched the base of both plugs. Unsure if she would need both of them or just one, she screwed them both into the belt’s crotch plate.
“I guess I don’t need these” she thought, sliding her panties down her legs, the wet latex gleaming in the sunlight.
Sam used her fingers to rub her swollen vagina, parting her labia to reach her juices. With her fingers dripping she rubbed the 7” dildo and anal plug, spreading her juices liberally over them. Her breathing quickened in lock step with her arousal while ‘accidentally’ rubbing her clitoris in the process. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as her fingers soon focused solely on her clit; her mind returning to her fantasy world.
She savored every moment, careful not to send herself over the edge. Both plugs were dripping with lubrication, poised for entry. Her legs spread a bit more to squat, using one hand to ease the anal plug in.
“Arrrghhh” she groaned, feeling the plug invade her anal cavity. Anal play fell into the ‘willing to try anything once’ category and was quickly relegated to a failed experiment. If the gritting expression on her face was any indication, her opinion of it wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.
Out of breath and recovering from the anal invasion, Sam was still teetering on the edge with her will power to continue all but gone. She started to countdown in her head, “3....2....1....”
With almost practiced ease, she pulled the crotch plate into position, thrusting the dildo deep inside her pussy. “mmmmmmmm” she moaned softly. The clit stimulator nestled into its proper place and she double-checked everything was in its proper place before picking up the remote. With baited breath, her finger slowly pressed the lock button ... *click*
The faint sound of gears emitted from the belt and Sam could feel the whole belt tighten slightly around her waist and pussy.
beep beep
The remote signaled the belt was locked. A wave of exhilaration washed over her causing her to close her eyes, returning to her favorite fantasy. For this round she fantasized she was one of her clients, horny as hell, willing to do anything for release.
“Please Mistress, I need to cum... I need it so bad it hurts!” Sam murmured.
Her left hand began caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples; throwing more fuel on the fire. Setting the remote on the table her right hand dove towards her crotch in another vain attempt to bypass the steel prison. She noticed the belt seemed tighter than ever, contouring every detail of her body.
Out of breath again she blindly reached for the remote. “God I am such a horrible slave” she muttered, thumbing for the unlock button.
With her eyes closed and mind thoroughly engrossed, she didn’t see the new messages on the remote. Sam however pressed buttons wildly hoping for release without having to open her eyes and ruin the fantasy. What she didn’t realize was the remote was upside down and pressed the timer button first.
“Enable Timer? (1=Yes, 2=No)”
Sam’s thumb grazed over the contoured buttons, realizing they were all the same size. 8...2...7...1
“Duration? (1-9, Random)”
“Ohhhh God.... please just unlock already!” she moaned, continuing to fondle her breasts. Wildly pressing buttons again, her thumb continued to miss the unlock button and eventually hit the ‘random’ button.
“Tamper Proof? (1=Yes, 2=No)”
8... 3... ‘random’... ‘lock’... 1
“Digital Mistress? (1=Yes, 2=No)”
... 0... 9... 4... 1
“Aaaaaarrrrrggghhhh!” Samantha screamed, darting her eyes open. “Why won’t you bloody open ALREADY?”
“Confirm? (1=Yes, 2=No)” displayed on the remote.
“That’s stupid. Why would you confirm unlocking the belt?” she scoffed in distain. “Of course I want out! Damn computers...”
Without a second thought Sam pressed 1 on the remote.
beep beep
“Options Confirmed. Tamper Protection Activated. Digital Mistress Activated. Timer Duration: Random”
“Random? Digital Mistress? What the fuck is this?” she called out. “I didn’t set any damn options!”
Panicked, Sam immediately pressed unlock on the remote only to be met with a new message.
“Timer Activated. Please enter unlock code.”
Pondering what it could be, she tried to think of a 5 digit number. Remembering most devices usually are set to all zeros until the code is changed, she tried entering 5 zeros.
“Invalid Code”
“AAAaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she screamed, recoiling from the electric shock that coursed through her pussy. “What the HELL was that?” she shrieked at the remote.
A new message scrolled on the remote, “Invalid Code. Mistress has added one day.”
Locked in a state of shock, Sam gawked at the remote in disbelief. Panic quickly set in causing her mind to splinter into a barrage of irrational actions. The remote was swiftly tossed aside as her finger dove to the belt in a vain attempt to pull it free. Her 120 pound body thrashed wildly causing her to crash against the nearby walls and furniture. The corset’s compression against her chest soon took hold, sharply ending her fight against the belt. Gasping for air Sam discovered her efforts had only resulted in breaking most of her manicured nails.
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Not one to give up easily, she dumped the entire box onto the table in search for the manual. With a few firm shakes, the heavy book hit the table with a thud causing the foam peanuts to scatter in all directions.
She sat down at the dining room table, feeling the anal plug push into her a bit deeper. With the erotism gone, embarrassment filled its place forcing her to accept the humiliation of a anal plug stuck in her ass.
As difficult as it was for her, she started from the beginning and hastily read through the pages, skimming over the multiple pages warning her to read the manual before using the belt.
“A lot of good that does me now!” she grumbled.
A few pages in, she found what she needed. Grabbing her mobile phone, she dialed the customer service number.
“Thank you for calling the Utopia X series support line, how can I help you?” a cheerful female voice answered.
"I need help with my belt" she replied.
"Certainly, can I get your name and phone number first?" the woman asked.
"Sure, it's Samantha Stephenson. My number is 323-555-7489." she answered.
“Hmm... I don’t see you in our records. Are you the owner or the submissive?” the woman asked kindly.
Samantha sneered, “How dare she!” she scowled in her head before answering politely, “Both... I guess”
"OK, how can I help you with your belt?" she asked.
"I can't get it off" Sam flatly answered.
Stifling a chuckle, the woman gleefully answered "It sounds like it is working perfectly!"
"No, you don't understand. I'm not supposed to be locked in this belt. I got it in the mail today and I thought it was OK to put on and the next thing I know the damn thing is shocking me and I can't get it off!" she began to shout, trying her best to remain calm.
"OK, take a deep breath. Can you get your Master or Mistress on the phone?" the woman cautiously asked.
Sam pulled the phone away for a moment, "I am the damn Mistress!" scoffing at the phone. Putting the phone back to her ear she replied, "I don't have one. The belt just showed up at my doorstep with an anonymous shipping address."
"And you put it on without finding out who sent it or reading the manual first?" the woman asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, I'm an idiot. I know that. I just need help now! Please just give me the code to unlock it." Sam replied, raising her voice.
"OK, I'm sorry. I do want to help you. Can you give me the serial number on the last page of the manual?” she politely asked.
“It’s been blacked out with permanent marker” Sam answered.
“Unfortunately without the serial number or the owners name I can't look up the Master code. We have thousands of codes in our database; I need something to narrow it down to one code. I'm sorry." she said with concern.
"I'm in LA, does that help?" Sam asked.
"I’m afraid not. What does the remote say now?" the operator asked with more concern in her voice.
"It flashes different messages; the last one said the timer was set for random, what does that mean?" Sam asked with a tinge of fear in her voice.
The woman on the phone paused and took a deep breath, "OK. Just a few more questions and I will answer any that you have. Is there any mention of a Digital Mistress or Tamper Proof mode on the remote? Also, do you have any plugs installed?"
"Yes, both are enabled and both plugs are being used" she quickly replied.
"Oh dear" the woman gasped.
"WHAT?" she screamed, "You're scaring me!"
Taking a few more deep breaths the woman on the phone started to speak, "Samantha, each belt is configured with present time limits specified by the customer. If say #1 was set for 1 week, selecting timer mode #1 would lock the belt for at least 25% of the maximum duration up to the full duration. In other words, you would be locked for about 2-7 days."
"OK" Sam acknowledged, “How long am I locked up for?”
"I'm afraid your belt is set to random which means it could have selected preset 1-9. Unfortunately there is no way to tell what was chosen." the concern in the woman's voice grew.
"So what is the maximum time? A couple weeks?" she asked, knowing it wouldn't be that easy.
"The most we allow customers to configure presets for is... well... 2 years" she replied, cringing as she spoke the words.
"Oh God! I could be locked in this infernal thing for 2 years?" Sam screamed.
"As long as you keep the Digital Mistress happy, then yes, it will be no longer than 2 years. The Digital Mistress will add time from 1 day to 1 week at random for every indiscretion" the woman replied.
"I know, it already shocked me once for trying to enter the unlock code. The bitch gave me a day!" she growled; furious that someone of her stature was in this situation.
“This will not be easy, I wear one myself. My husband invented the devilish device. I usually spend a week under the control of the DM while my husband travels to trade shows. I encourage you to read the manual and then read it again. It will make your life much easier.”
“You will need to keep the remote with you at all times as it will beep from time to time with instructions. There are over 100 unique tasks that the belt will choose at random at semi-random intervals. These include various exercises, sleep schedules and even simulated sex" the woman explained.
"Simulated Sex?" Sam questioned.
"Yes, sensors and accelerometers in the belt can detect most movement such as standing, sitting, lying down, running, jumping; the list goes on. Simulated sex requires you hump a stationary object. The belt will stimulate your sensitive areas, but rarely does it ever allow for an orgasm I'm afraid" the woman said with disappointment in her voice, “I know from experience”
"So I would have to hump something, like a dog?" Sam asked with disgust.
“That’s one way of putting it. There are several sex modes simulating a variety of positions. They are all listed in the manual. I highly recommend you learn them and how to perform each one accurately. The Digital Mistress will continue to shock you for the duration of the task at one minute intervals or until you get it right" the woman explained.
Sam sank into her chair looking at the belt below her in disbelief. She wanted to believe this was a dream with all her heart. After several minutes of silence the woman on the phone spoke, “Sam? Are you still there?”
"Err... yeah. I can’t believe this is happening. How can I live my life like this? How could anyone? This is too much. I considered for a moment trying to wait this out but screw that! I'm just going to cut the damn thing off!" Sam exclaimed.
“NO DON’T!!” the woman screamed, “Whatever you do, don't cut the belt Samantha!"
"Why not?" Sam meekly asked.
"When you locked the belt, you also enabled the Tamper Proof security. There are wires that run inside tracks on the belt. If any are cut... the probes and clit simulator will push enough juice through you to fry every nerve. You would never enjoy the pleasure of sex again" the woman spoke with deep concern.
After a good long pause, Sam asked "Great. How the hell do I use the bathroom?"
"You can urinate as you normally do. It will take some extra effort to dry yourself off however. With the anal plug installed, you will need to give yourself enema's on a regular basis I'm afraid" the woman replied.
“I think I need some time to myself. I may call later.” Sam sheepishly replied.
“Please do. You will need plenty of support; please don’t hesitate” the concerned woman answered.
Saying their goodbye’s the magnitude of the situation was starting to come together. Tears started welling in her eyes as she gripped the remote in her hands; starring blankly at the scrolling messages.
As a dominatrix by trade, how could she explain she was under anyone or anything's control? Of her sex no less! What if the belt decided to issue a command during a session?!? "God, how humiliating!" her thoughts sending a chill down her spine.
Numbers flew through her head. "24 months max, minimum time of 25% is.... 6 months!?!... maybe it is only a year, 3 months is not horrible. I could take a few months off..." she calculated before a noise broke her concentration.
beep beep
A new message scrolled on the remote "Missionary Training"
Without missing a beat, Sam grabbed the manual and vigorously started flipping through the manual until she found the page detailing the command:
Missionary Training
The belt wearer must simulate an on top missionary position. Energetic and accurate simulation is required to avoid discipline. Pressure, movement and audio is evaluated.
"Well that's pretty damned informative." she scoffed sarcastically. "What the hell am I supposed to do, hump a pillow?!?!"
"aaaaaaaoOOOuuchhh" Sam screamed, her legs involuntarily closing as her pussy coursed with electricity. “Damn this infernal thing!” she gritted though her teeth.
Sam dashed into the living room and quickly mounted the back of her couch using her hands in front to support herself, setting the remote on the nearby end table. "This is so fucking humiliating" she grunted, slowly grinding the crotch plate into the couch.
The dildo started to slowly vibrate inside of her, slowly stirring the juices within her once again. It was a pleasant sensation, however in her mind the humiliation detracted from the experience.
"aaaaaaahhhHHHaaaaaa" Sam painfully moaned, receiving another shock in her ass this time.
The remote scrolled a new message "Energy and Audio UNSATISFACTORY - Missionary Training Active"
Gritting her teeth Sam cursed the anonymous person who gave her this belt. With reluctant vigor she began to ride the back of the couch wildly screaming, "Ohhh... Ohhhh.... Yessss...." The vibrator buzzed once again, seemingly matching her own effort. Sam closed her eyes and imagined herself riding the delivery man from earlier today, grinding her crotch harder and harder into the pillow top ridge.
Feigned moans turned real as an orgasm started to build. Biting her lower lip she pounded harder. Her limbs began to shake from muscle fatigue while the light colored hairs on her arms stood straight. Her restricted breathing from the corset left her labored, but she remained determined to achieve some gratification from this whole ordeal.
beep beep
"Missionary Training Complete" scrolled across the screen, shutting down the vibrator.
Samantha lost it, instantly welling up in tears "Nooooooo... Please.... just give me this. I will do anything!!! Please!!" She pounded on the belt, digging her fingers under the crotch plate in a pathetic attempt to finish the job.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh" she screamed; a more powerful jolt coursing through both plugs.
"Self Simulation Prohibited. Mistress has added one week."
Defeated, out of breath and speechless Sam rolled onto the couch to lie down.
"AAaahhhh Gawd freakin' dammit!!!!" screeching again from another jolt, jumping up from the couch.
"Sleep Currently Prohibited. Mistress has graciously not added any time."
"Graciously my ass" Sam said resentfully at the lifeless remote. Cold, unforgiving steel surrounded her body and sex forcing a state of submission unknown to even her longest clients. While loyal, in they end they still had a safeword, one they used too often by her standards. The belt knew nothing of human compassion however. It didn't care if she was exhausted, battered or bruised.
Samantha sat on the couch with trepidation, careful not to upset the Digital Mistress. She traced her fingers along the rounded edges of her belt; reluctantly accepting her new role. She was going to need some time to adjust and realized the sooner she adapted to life with the belt, the better off she would be.
She hated that she had already managed to tack on 8 days to her unknown sentence in a matter of hours. Despite her anger, her eyes grew heavy with from the mental and emotional rollercoaster of the day. Her eyes closed as her mind slowly dipped into the depths of unconsciousness...
beep beep
... her eyes flew wide open. "Nooooooo!"
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