XLVII - Shower Time

The water cascaded from the shower of the master bathroom, a heavy, rhythmic drumming against the bathtub. Lisa stood beneath the spray, her blonde hair plastered against her shoulders, her ocean-blue eyes half-closed in a state of perpetual, submissive trance. She was naked, yet she had never felt more encased. The Secure-All 6000 rested heavily against her hips, a masterpiece of engineering. The matte black padding, lined with protective silver, hugged her petite frame with unrelenting precision. As the warm water hit the titanium-alloy septum piercing, she felt a slight tremor go through her body. The weight of the belt—a fortress of steel and circuitry—was a constant reminder of her status. She moved slightly, trying to wash the soap from her thighs, and the small silver cat bell on her collar let out a sharp, crystalline ting. The movement caused the bells on her wrists and ankles to chime in a discordant symphony, announcing her every motion to the empty house. As she stepped deeper into the stream of water, the LED lights on the waistband flickered.

A soft, pulsing green light glowed through the translucent water droplets. The belt’s AI hummed almost imperceptibly, a low-frequency vibration that resonated in her bones. Lisa lowered her head, a silent apology for the thought of relief that occasionally crossed her mind. She knew the rules. To even think of masturbation was a transgression; to attempt it was to invite the wrath of the device. The “U” shaped bars, positioned ruthlessly against her clitoris, felt cold then searingly hot as the water temperature fluctuated. They were rough, textured to ensure that even a simple shift in her stance resulted in a friction that kept her on the edge of sensitivity without ever allowing the release she craved. She felt the familiar, slightly uncomfortable presence of the anal plug. The coarse surface had already begun its work, bonding with her internal tissues, ensuring that if she dared to remove it, the two-hour countdown to unbearable itching would begin. It was a permanent part of her now, much like the dog-shaped sleeve within the belt that molded itself to her anatomy, its tiny rubber bristles dancing against her inner walls.

Soon after the bath and even more stimulation, she dropped back onto the white living room couch and wiped the tears from her eyes. As she studied the list she was given, something haunting bugged her. Why, and how, was she selected for the chastity program? Why hadn't she heard from Steve for a while? How did she know he wasn't with her right there, right now in NY? How did Mommy know that she had a history of sex with women?

Lisa didn't know whether to be heartbroken or furious. She felt so betrayed, so used, how could he do this to her? He said she was his wife, he said he loved her, he knew everything about her and used it against her.... Later that afternoon, after her second orgasm and half a bottle of tequila, she received a telegram. She was drunk and opened the door completely naked....