Chastity belt

I just can’t get over the idea of wearing a gag all the time. That would hurt the jaw like crazy! Jessica made her final selection for the chastity belt and then tapped submit. She looked around but didn’t see any clothing suddenly appear in the bathroom stall. She opened her bag, but her bag was now empty of clothing, but filled with all of the accessories. Jessica frowned and looked at the app again.

The imp, now looking more and more like a woman than a small demon, was wagging a finger at her, and letters appeared like smoke below her: “You got an order from someone else to wait for her, and you still haven’t given her an explanation like she ordered. You don’t get any clothing until you follow her order!”

Wincing, Jessica thought about asking Samantha if she could get dressed first, but figured her other punishment would kick in and say something worse, and Samantha would be really confused without the explanation anyway. Thankfully the game interpreted that order a little differently than I thought it would.

Jessica reached up to her right nipple, and breathing out, slid the ring down the tweezer clamp. She hissed at the pain from the blood flooding back into the nipple and carefully massaged her nipple, trying to get rid of the last vestiges of pain before taking off the other one. Jessica repeated the process with her left nipple and started fanning her nipple with one hand after she dropped the clamps into the bag.

“Are you okay?” Samantha asked through the stall door.

“Yeah, the clamps sting coming off” Jessica replied.

“Clamps? Oh, that chain was attached to nipple clamps?” Samantha asked.

Jessica replied shortly: “Yes.” She looked into her bag to grab the collar, but suddenly realized that the alligator clamps weren’t in the bag anymore. She looked around her bag but all she could see were clamps that looked like they had wires coming off of them and lots of curves with a large spring. The 3 1/8” diameter chains connecting the two clamps were also significantly shorter than 6”. Oh, no. Jessica picked up her app and saw a new announcement: “You removed your clamps without tapping on the permission requested button for your nipple clamps, have an upgrade! Your new ones are called electrified clover clamps, and these have 1/2” long chains. The wires are for show, don’t worry about plugging it into a battery, just plug the wires into a spot we created for it in your bra. They are part of your remote-control system now!” Crap. Why am I getting so much BDSM stuff? Oh, that film. What was that name again? Office Girl? Office Party? No, not even close. Oh duh, the description of the punishment: like a slutty ‘Secretary’. Figures. Huh, maybe at some point I’ll get to wear a wedding dress that actually covers me! Maybe that is level 4. Jessica sighed, not likely.

Jessica quickly grabbed the new clamps from the bag and dropped her bag on the ground after she saw a timer appear on the app for 10 seconds. She pulled her left nipple away from her torso with her left hand and quickly attached the clover clamp to the left nipple with her right hand, then wincing but not slowing down, she transferred the clamp at the other end of the chain to her left hand and pulled her right nipple with her right hand. Pulling the clamp towards her right nipple, she yelped as she physically felt the problem.

At 1/2” long, the chain was extremely short. The clamps themselves were 3 ½” long from the business end to where the chain was attached. That meant the total combined length of the clamps and chains was 7 1/2” whereas the distance between her nipples was 8 ¾”. Jessica would have to stretch her nipples to get the clamp to attach to the other nipple.

Jessica looked at her phone, which was resting on top of the toilet paper dispenser, to check the timer on the app. 3 seconds left. Jessica grimaced and pulled hard, breathing through the pain as she finally got the clamp to attach to her right nipple. Letting go of the clamp and the breast, she immediately realized her error in going too fast as her breasts tried to move back to their normal orientation at speed and started bouncing first away from each other and then towards each other, pulling at her nipples each time. The bouncing slowed and stopped quickly in their final stretched position, but it still hurt like the dickens. Thankfully, her double-D breasts weren’t all that firm, which meant she had some give in the nipples, but it was a double-edged sword because her breasts were also heavy, and that weight was adding to the pressure keeping the clamps on the nipples.

Kinetic energy lesson, in practice. Jessica shook her head, annoyed with herself, but knowing she needed to get out of the stall to explain what was going on to Samantha, she first verified that the timer on the phone had stopped, then hurriedly grabbed the next item in her bag, the Ben-Wa balls. These weren’t that big, compared to the butt plug, but they were larger than the ones she had seen Amy picked to wear. She used the natural lubricant between her legs to coat the two connected balls and then moaned as she pushed the both of them in to a comfortable depth. Well, as comfortably as I can get them to go.

Jessica put a hand on the accessibility bar to steady herself as she adjusted to the weight and feel of something inside of her. She had played with vibrators before, and had previously had sex with a couple boyfriends, but nothing recently and the balls felt nice. Weird, but nice. Then they started to vibrate. “Mmmhmmmm!” Jessica closed her eyes and moaned loudly, surprised at the sudden movement and knocking around the two balls did inside of her.

“Girl, was that…moaning I hear?” Samantha asked.

“Yes, the Ben-Wa balls have remote controls.” Jessica answered, finally getting her voice under control as she pulled out the collar next. At least the black leather collar went on easily, as did the tie hanging from the steel o-ring, Jessica thought.

“Ben-Wa balls? And nipple clamps?” Samantha queried, with a lot of surprise in her voice. “What in the world have you gotten into?”

“That lovely app!” Jessica said brightly, wishing she could curse it out as much as she would like to. “I’ve got a few punishments so far, one of which prevents me from saying anything unless it is positive and/or happy. So, I have a lot of fun punishments that are a joy to deal with but when I tell you about them, they’ll all sound fantastic and great to have.” Jessica reached into her bag and pulled out the next item, her shoes. Standing in a public bathroom with bare feet was actually probably one of the stupidest things she had done so far, but she was so frazzled from everything going on it didn’t hit her until just now. “Um, I just realized I was barefoot in here, and really need to wash my feet before I put my heels on, and all my clothes disappeared from my bag so don’t be surprised when I come out there naked, please.”

“O-o-o-kay…by the way, I lost my game. What are these choices I am looking at?” Samantha asked.

Jessica closed her eyes again. “What are they?”

“Educated, Short Skirts Only, and Headmaster’s Attention.” Samantha responded.

“Crap. I don’t know what the first and last are, but Short Skirts Only is the one I just picked.” Jessica opened her eyes, opened the stall door and walked over to the sink, shoes in one hand, and started cleaning her feet in the sink. “I don’t know if it is because of interactions with one of my other punishments, Slutty Professional, or if it is normally this short, but Short Skirts Only means you can’t wear anything other than short skirts, so no panties, no shorts, etc. It also means that they are going to be really short, as in exposing part of my butt even if all I’m doing is standing there.”

Samantha blinked in surprise, “Not that I entirely believe what you are saying, but what if I just deleted the app?”

Jessica shook her head. “No, I tried that, the app won’t delete, and I got a warning telling me I would get more punishments if I tried again. Also, how much time do you have left before you have to make the choice?”

“Time to make a choice? I wasn’t paying attention to that; I was looking at you.” Samantha stated sheepishly, looking down at her phone. “Oh, it says I timed out, I’ve got all three.”

Jessica blushed at Samantha’s words, but then heard her phone buzz from in the bathroom. Her shoulders slumped briefly before her face turned on the smile and her body posture changed against her will. Drying off her feet, she put on the heels quickly and clacked her way back to the stall, explaining the rules as she went. “You have to win to get rid of punishments, each win allows you to get rid of three punishments. At early player levels, you have to play more frequently, 15 minutes between games when you are at level 1. Each level doubles your time between games up to a maximum of 8 hours. Leveling up happens when you win a level, or when you give the app to someone else, apparently by them seeing the app while using it, or you can level up voluntarily, but doing so voluntarily rolls a Punishment/Reward wheel that inflicts the results on both you and anyone else that gave the app to you or received the app from you.”

“Mmhmm.” Samantha acknowledged, still not entirely believing Jessica, but given the fact that her hands were involuntarily starting to take off her shoes, and her panties had just disappeared, along with her skirt shortening from knee-high length to just above the lower part of her butt and changing styles to a pleated red and blue plaid, she was rapidly starting to come around to believing that the app was magic. “Any advice?”

“Only that if you don’t level up fast, you’ll be acquiring punishments really quickly. I enjoyed losing every game I’ve played, and I happily chose to voluntarily level up so I am at 8 hours between games so if you could level up right next to me lots of times right now, I’d be really happy to get all of the punishments you are likely to get when you do so.” Jessica smiled from inside the stall. Annoyed losing every game…angrily chose…annoyed if you level up while I’m next to you. Ah what’s the point of correcting myself in my mind, I can’t actually tell Samantha any of that.

“Umm. Girl, what?” Samantha was obviously confused for a moment before continuing, “Oh, that’s right, your punishment. So, you want me to wait until I’m not next to you before I voluntarily level up so you don’t get more punishments, right?”

“Yes, that is correct!” Jessica replied, happy Samantha had understood the subtext. Jessica was examining the choices from her latest Punishment/Reward wheel: Slutting up the staff, Bust for Brains, Perky & Popular.