Good Girlfriend Protocols - The Belt

Chapter One: The Belt

My name is Evan. I am a 5'10 "man with blond hair and a balanced build, if a little on the skinny side. I've always been a bit of a tinkerer interested in various mechanical inventions, programming, and prosthetics, as well as dabbling in a bunch of different fields. It was mostly a series of hobbies I pursued in my free time, while studying engineering, in an effort to set myself up for a real job. My dabbling and hobbies escalated in a big way when I designed a minor improvement to a regional WIFI extender that gave it extra range while marginally reducing costs. The payout the company gave me provided me with enough capital to live in a small house with a workshop where I could tinker to my heart's content, when most of the kids my age were still living in university dorms.

I have a lovely Girlfriend, Emma, whom I met in my second year of university at a party. She was gorgeous from the moment I met her, she is half Asian and half American with long black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a slender but voluptuous body that I couldn't take my eyes off. She is also brilliant, passionate, adorable, and stubborn as anything. Our relationship had started out passionate and fast, with fierce debates over everything from computing to politics, to which was the best Powerpuff Girl (Bubbles obviously). Our sex life was enthusiastic, if largely vanilla, which I have continued to hope we will eventually expand on once we get more comfortable and experienced with knowing what we like.

For the longest time, we looked like we were never going to slow down, and in our 3rd year of university, we made the decision to move in together, we were just filled with passion and love for one another and too stupid to think it through. We should have known we were too young for this, but we loved each other and the idea of 24 hour access to each other (and truthfully, access to each other's bodies) may have blinded us to some important realities.

Not long after moving in together, we would find ourselves fighting over the stupidest things, who last emptied the dishwasher? Who was responsible for making sure the laundry was done? who left their leftover plates in the sink or took out the trash last. Stupid shit, but the kind of thing that began to weigh on us as our study and workloads gradually escalated, it slowly eroded our passion and our love for one another, as we could not get on the same page or get over petty slights.

Slowly, our sex dropped to twice a week, then once, then only every once in a while. The final straw occurred one Monday night, I had just asked Emma if she wanted to have some fun, grabbing her butt and wiggling my eyebrows in a way that, until recently, used to make her laugh. It had been weeks since we last fucked, but she just responded that she was exhausted from tidying up the lounge and didn't feel like she was in the mood for sex, which I shrugged and accepted with an increasingly resigned sigh.

Yet not an hour later, I walked into our shared bedroom early and saw her there, hiding under the cover, making little whining sounds as she used a small vibrator to give her a tiny orgasm and slumped down against her pillows. This started our biggest fight in months. What we didn't realize is that it would also change everything.

"You don't get it, I have so many assignments! And there are always so many chores that have to be done. Sometimes I just need this, a little orgasm, it's stress relief!" Emma says, speaking in anger and frustration.

"You can't come to me for that stress relief? Am I too much of a burden? Am I not worth the effort? Why would you tell me one thing, then go make yourself cum, and hide it from me like it's a secret? Because you know it's not fair to me!" Evan responds in the same frustrated tone.

Emma immediately blushes with a big look of guilt on her face, but is unwilling to completely back down, continuing in a more moderated tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you, but sometimes it's just difficult to connect with you emotionally and sexually."

"I can't believe you. This is unfair to me, and you know it. A good girlfriend wouldn't do this, wouldn't lie to me about it, wouldn't tell me she doesn't want it, then go behind my back. Maybe this isn't working out after all, maybe we aren't ready to live together," Evan says, somewhat despairingly.

Emma is stuck in thought for a few moments as her face falls further into despair, trying to figure out how to make things better, "You're right, I'm sorry, that wasn't fair, I should have been honest at least, or tried harder to be a good girlfriend to you."

Evan looks up at her apology and gets a slightly hopeful but mischievous look in his eyes, responding, "Is that true? Do you want to be a good girlfriend to me? because I may have a way to help us get there"

Emma responds to Evan with some exasperation, "Of course I do, I love you and want to make you happy, life just gets in the way sometimes, what is your suggestion? We could try counselling or a couples retreat?" she responds with some hope.

Evan looks a little shy and embarrassed, but also excited in a way that Emma recognizes as a precursor to one of his nerdier tangents. She is a little scared that Evan is about to suggest some kind of cosplay roleplay or something.

"Okay, see I've been working on a bunch of AI systems lately, and when I was building this self learning model for an accounting company, which is struggling to motivate its employees, I had this intrusive thought. I realized that I could fit it into something smaller and maybe even something sexy. I even went so far as to put together a prototype, which, a part of me thought it could be kind of fun for us to use."

Evan stops to catch his breath, looking a bit embarrassed to say it out loud "So, technically speaking, Its a chastity belt, and just now I thought that if you used it, then you would have to keep all that desire and lust and share it with me, and it has protocols I threw together after our last fight that the AI could use to help bring us closer together again, kind of like we used to be." Evan's speech grows more rambling as he goes on, overexcited by his design and hopeful that this could bring them together.

"A CHASTITY BELT! ARE YOU INSANE!?" Emma responds, "That's so sexist and controlling, plus it would be so uncomfortable, no!, no no no!, no way!"

As Evan looks at Emma, all the excitement he had built up just drains out of him, his shoulders slump, and he starts to turn away from her as he mumbles, "Oh, okay. I guess not then. We will just... rough this out, I guess, find a better way," he states despondently.

Emma looks at Evan as he looks like his given up, Tears start to form in her eyes, her heart and mind is heavily torn between her love for Evan, even all his adorable tinkering and rambling, but contrasted against this idea of wearing the belt, it just sounds so humiliating and embarrassing. She builds her courage as she thinks about all the things Evan does for her and how dependable he has always been. "If you really think it would help... I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." Scrambling to save a little bit of her pride, Emma quickly blurts in "but if I agree to wear that for the next week, then ...... hmmm, then all the housework is on you for the next month!, no complaining and no bothering me if I need a small O to get by!" She says quickly.

Evan looks back at Emma with excitement and curiosity, once again returning to his face as Emma commits to trying something different. "Really? Sure, that sounds fair, but I promise you this will totally work. I programmed in some basic protocols which I think will help us, but the AI is pretty capable and should be able to learn as we go and figure out how to motivate you to be a better girlfriend."

Evan races off to grab the device, while Emma sits there rolling her eyes, a little worried but what are the odds that this odd bit of tech he's cooked up can help with their very real relationship issues? but trying it should at least placate him and make him happy with that goofy smile for awhile, then maybe they can find a way to actually communicate and work out their issues with some real work.

Evan bursts back into the lounge clumsily almost tripping with joy holding what looks like a fancy Sci Fi belt in his hands, all shiny black and silver chrome, with diodes blinking around the edges. Emma blushes as she looks and sees what looks like 3 large bumps on the insides that look like they would line up to her pussy, ass, and clit.

"Okay, I've adjusted it, and it should work for you, you just need to put your legs through here and here," Evan says, pointing out the very obvious.

Emma blushes even more, then summons her courage and embarrassingly slips her underwear off. She looks at the belt with an ominous feeling in her gut but is determined to make Evan happy after all he's done for her.

Emma steps both legs into the belt, the cold metal chilly against her skin and intimate areas. "Evan! You didn't warn me it would be cold, and it doesn't seem to fit correctly," Emma says as the belt feels a bit awkward.

"Oh, right, you have to click the waist section together, then verbally consent to the belt, it's a safety feature I built into the software, I totally forgot about it," Evan says, fiddling with some details on her phone to make sure the Bluetooth settings would work properly.

Emma hesitates for a few moments, but shrugs and slowly pulls the waist sections of the belt together until it clicks with a loud echoing thunk, which sounds a little concerning to her.

"I consent, I guess?" She says speaking to the belt and feeling a bit silly.

A whirring electronic sound echoes out of the belt as it turns on and begins to adjust itself. The waist section tightens, with several locks engaging with quiet clicks, the bumps along the panty line press into her a little too intimately for comfort.

An emotionless AI interface voice echoes from the belt and from Emma's phone sitting on the nearby counter.

"Consent received, Chastity belt engaged and locked. Duration - 7 days."

"Good Girlfriend protocols activated."