LVII - Date Day

After a bumpy journey, Lisa had been delivered at Petra`s Caffè half an hour early. She tried to be cooperative with Secure-All staff, as once before an acquaintance had arrived for a date only fifteen minutes early, and had been belt-shocked as a punishment. Receiving electric shocks via a butt plug was an unpleasant experience that Lisa avoided whenever possible. The coffee shop's interior was a stark contrast to the apocalyptic chaos outside. Inside Petra's Caffè, the atmospheric glass panels filtered the now ochre-brown light into something almost golden. The space smelled of espresso and incense, a deliberate attempt to maintain normalcy in abnormal times. She wore a sexy black tube dress given by the electric van worker, which in another time might be considered ludicrously short, but was fairly typical length for attractive young women in 2032 these days. No underwear, of course, except for the chastity belt that was her constant companion.

"Hope you have a good date, and remember that this is a monitored zone; Lisa. Good Luck!! Since I am custom-made for you, I hope we can both survive! The dress is a short exception to the rules. You're arriving thirty-two minutes early—very punctual today." Came Mommy's synthesized voice through the belt's internal speakers. Lisa flinched slightly at the sound, her hand instinctively moving toward her wet crotch before she caught herself. Even thinking about touching there was technically a violation.

"Don't remind me," Blonde girl Lisa muttered under her breath, confused by her feelings.

Inside, Petra was already working the espresso machine, her dark hair tied back in a severe bun that emphasized her Greek features. The young barista's Heretic's Fork metal collar glinted as she worked, her maid uniform drawing eyes despite—or because of—its provocative cut. The vertical slit in her transparent shoes revealed her soles as she moved gracefully behind the counter. The filter was better today; no mask needed.

"Welcome to Petra's," she said smoothly, her tired green eyes flicking over Lisa's outfit with professional assessment. "First time?"

"Hello, nice to meet you! Hmmmm....I'm with him, thank you very much, Sister," Lisa replied and pointed, her voice honeyed and sweet, in the most charming way her lascivious face could muster among the calm melancholic music.

As Lisa spoke, her ocean-blue eyes didn't just look at Petra; they scanned her. Lisa’s gaze drifted downward from the fork collar, noting the daring gap in Petra's maid uniform where the fabric failed to meet at the center, leaving a stark, flat expanse of stomach and a deep bellybutton exposed. She noticed the way the short skirt flared, barely covering the essentials, and the strained, transparent straps of Petra's no-heel stilettos digging into her ankles. Lisa felt a flicker of kinship; they were both wearing high-tech cages of different forms.

Meanwhile, Petra wasn't just being polite. While she offered the same polite smile, her eyes were performing a technical audit of Lisa's form. She recognized the specific silhouette of the Secure-All 6000 beneath the thin fabric of the tube dress. She saw the slight bulge of the waistband and the way the metal shifted against Lisa's hips. Petra knew the weight of that particular steel; she knew the feeling of the "U" bars and the relentless itch of the internal plugs. She was not that poor after all...

Petra’s gaze lingered on the way the dress clung to Lisa’s curves, noting the same tension in the fabric that she felt in her own restrictive gear. There was a silent, unspoken communication between them—a recognition of the "sponsors" and the "owners" who dictated their movements.