Shelly-Shock

She handed it to Shelly to look over. Wow, thought Shelly. Well, that did sound pretty impressive, she had to admit. But yet...

"Well, gosh, if this is really that effective, I don't wanna automatically rule it out, but...I can't take the key with me?"

"No. Shelly, if you had the ability to unlock it at any point, you might as well not even wear it in the first place, you see?"

"I...guess. Um...I dunno how I feel about not being able to have an orgasm, though."

Vixie nodded. "I can certainly see how you could feel that way. On the other hand, Shel, let's look at it this way. When you came here today, you felt terrible about what you did, right?"

Shelly mirrored her nod. "Of course! I still do!"

"Right. And if you got the chance to do it over, you definitely wouldn't, would you?"

"Yeah—no! No, I mean! Absolutely not!"

"Absolutely not. We're not gonna sugarcoat it, Shelly; you made a huge mistake. You did an awful thing, and your current state of mind appropriately matches its nature: you feel awful about it. So even though you did something rotten, you're not a rotten person."

Shelly dropped her eyes to the floor in shame at the reminder. "Thanks, Doc," she muttered, abashedly but appreciatively.

"So then, would I be correct in assuming that you feel you need some form of adequate reprimand to properly purge yourself?"

"I guess, but...you think this is enough to make up for cheating on someone?"

She nodded. "Personally, yes. And I'll tell you why. When someone breaks the law, what happens, they're jailed—for a period of time congruent with the severity of their crime. Now obviously, putting you in prison for cheating would be overdoing it a little..."

Shelly again returned the nod, getting it together. "...But just putting my vagey in prison...would do the trick."

The more she considered it from Vixie's angle, the more it made sense. She was right; spending time in an actual penitentiary, or mutilating her own genital organs in some way, that was too much. But merely blocking her pussy and taking away her ability to use it, or to experience any vaginal pleasure, let alone an orgasm, that actually sounded justifiable. It seemed sufficient to alleviate her, teach her her lesson and make her feel better about her misdeed. And the reminder would stick around, enhancing the visibility of that red flag that popped up when someone made a move on her. And it wouldn't cause her pussy any physical harm or damage.

She worked her lips up into a smile for the first time. "I'll do it."

***

March 3rd, 4:00 p.m.

It turned out to be very fortunate that Vixie had a cancellation on the 10th and Shelly got to see her, as due to temporary illness she ended up not being able to accommodate her on the 17th. They also weren't able to meet on the 24th, as it wasn't in their normal schedule. So they took a three-week break, their next session to take place on March 3rd.

In the meantime, Howie took Shelly out for Valentine's Day to a lovely little eatery called the Moonbeam Café. Shelly proceeded as normal, making believe everything was okay and just as before. Though when Howie told her, "Happy Valentine's Day, honey bunny, I love you so much," Shelly did have to mislead him into thinking that her tears were joyful, rather than guilty, to protect his feelings.

As their dinner wound to a close, keeping her dirty little secret inside became as difficult as saying no to Bonnie in the first place. Finally, she excused herself to go to the ladies' room, even though she didn't need to at all. She just peed into her pad, but if she never went to the restroom, Howie would start thinking something was up.

As well he should! said the part of her mind that reflected the thoughts of her conscience.

But, should he, really? asked the other part. I mean, we are serving our punishment with the belt, and won't it just make it even worse to spill the whole thing?

You're just being a coward! the conscience argued. He deserves to know the truth! And you don't deserve him if you're willing to do this and just keep it a secret. If you cheated on him and won't even confess it, you obviously don't love him like he loves you.

Don't say that! she pleaded with herself. I know I'm weak...and I'm a pussy...I'm a wussy. Okay. I am. But I do love Howie! I love my boyfriend! He's the light of my life! I realize that now!

Sure, now that you went behind his back and boinked a chick.

She told Vixie about all this conflict of reason going on back and forth in her mind. She explained to her how she ended up still not telling Howie what happened, but really felt like she should've.

"In the end, it all boils down to what Shelly decides is right for her, kiddo," Vixie told her. "We've already established that now that you've done this, you can't undo it. You know that. What's important to know and remember right now is that Shelly is her own person. You can't change the past, but you can learn from it and move on. And you don't have to listen to the naysayers who'll just judge you forever and say, 'Once a cheater, always a cheater.' It doesn't have to be true if you don't let it."

Shelly nodded. "Thank you," she mumbled. "I still feel crummy and slimy, but that really is nice to hear."

"Meanwhile, something you might try," suggested Vixie. "This may sound bizarre coming from a therapist, but—without it having to mean anything salacious—perhaps you can ask Howie—just hypothetically," she added, "What he'd think about...a threesome."

Shelly's eyes leapt open.

"Um...why, exactly?"

"To get his perspective on the situation. You're not actually doing anything of the sort, just discussing for now. Remind him that you're bisexual, and that you've been with women as well as men. If he doesn't like the idea, you'll want to put all thoughts of unfaithful intimacy out of your mind and focus only on him. If he's not sure how he feels about it, you've gotta respect that. But if he is interested, then you can take the discussion a step further."

"Yeah, but...then, wouldn't we be right back to, 'Why's my coochie under arrest here'?"

"Not necessarily. You can always add the disclaimer that you're not ready to do anything like this right now, but that you might be open to it in the future. And Shel, you never know how your partner might react to certain ideas. I don't know Howie, and I'm not predicting his reactions, and I know this is a reach, but the idea of you with another girl might just strike him as...really hot."

Shelly shrugged. "I guess anything's possible."

"So how's it going with the belt?"

She let out a sigh. "Oh...not too bad, I guess. I do miss touching myself a little, but I think you were definitely right about it helping my urges, 'cause now when someone cute smiles or waves at me, and I feel that little tickle inside, I remember it's there."

"Excellent!" praised Vixie. "Glad to hear it. Keep in mind, you have the power, and if your will is good, there's nothing you can't achieve. Well, we're out of time today, so very good work so far, Shelly. I'm proud of you. Keep it up, and I'll see you in two weeks."

***

April 21st, 4:14 p.m.

See her in two more weeks she did...then two more, then yet two more still, and by April 21st Shelly Alice Powell was beginning to beg Dr. Vixie to take the belt off. She felt she'd thoroughly learned her lesson, and at last could move on and be no more so plighted by her infernal temptations as to be unable to resist them. On top of which, far beyond merely missing being able to touch herself, at this point she was downright craving it. It was driving her crazy, and now additionally costing her sleep. She was crabby, she was seeing stars, and she was so mindlessly horny she was losing her senses. Not least but last, as an added bonus, she'd forgotten to charge her phone, and its battery was dead, so she had to leave it in the car so it could power up. Shelly was sure if she expressed all this to her therapist, she could finally convince her that her poor guilty vagey had adequately served its sentence and could be set free. But to her dismay and disappointed surprise, Vixie still disagreed.

"Shelly, you're doing such wonderful work on yourself, and as your therapist, I feel you still have a little ways further to go," she told her. "I don't doubt you've made some excellent progress, but in your current state of mind, I question whether you'd be capable of maintaining such impeccable control over yourself without the security of the chastity belt."

Oh, was this frustrating. "But Doc..." Shelly sighed, "This state of mind isn't due to me still grappling with these damn temptations. Maybe I wasn't clear on this before, in which case I'm sorry, but, it's due, to the belt!" she insisted, trying to keep calm. "I swear, you can take my word for it. No kidding, dead serious, I really really really really think I'm ready for it to finally come the hell off."

"Well, we'll discuss it a little more at the end of session," said Vixie. "In the meantime, how have things been going with Howie?"

Shelly took a breath. "Well...he was on vacation with his family for two weeks, so I guess in a way I kinda lucked out. I didn't have to worry about him finding out about the belt, or...y'know, but like I told you, he said he might kinda like the three-way idea, so..."

"Did he seem to like the idea of you being intimate with another girl?"

"Well, yeah...he loves women, so he figured two'd probably be twice as fun, but he had the same concern I did—that between the three of us, things might get weird...or someone's feelings could get hurt. So...I...kinda...still didn't tell him I fucked that Bonnie girl."

"Okay, well, good that at least you two are on the same page with the ramifications. Have you been intimate with him?"

"When we've gotten the chance," Shelly nodded. "I, um...I gave him a blow job, and he told me he absolutely loved me, and it, so that felt really good to be able to do, but then making him happy made me really horny, but I couldn't do anything about it. And I also couldn't let him know I couldn't do anything about it. And that didn't feel very good at all. I mean, Dr. Vixie, for hell's sake, I actually had to lie to him and say I was 'pumice'ing just to keep him from trying to touch me and finding out about the damn belt. God Al-friggin'-mighty, if this thing doesn't come off soon, I think I'll just gonna tell him everything and let the chips fall wherever."

The session dragged on, Shelly repeating her adamancy several times about wanting her sexual pleasure back already, so when they were almost finished, Vixie finally agreed to cut her some...eventual slack.

"All right, Shel, I can see how strongly you feel about this, so I'll make you a deal. I want you to give it just one more session span. Come back and see me on May 5th, and if you still feel the same way...I promise you we will then take the belt off."

Well, she wasn't crazy about the wait, but just knowing these would be the last two weeks she'd have to endure it immediately put Shelly in a much better mood. "OH, thank God," she breathed. "At last! Thank you so much, Dr. Vixie."

"All right, kiddo, see you in another two weeks. Keep up the good work, and God bless!" said Vixie, shaking her hand.

***

April 21st, 5:03 p.m.

The session ended. Vixie had to rush off, so Shelly took a few minutes in the restroom. She didn't need to do so to pee, of course—which was actually the one big perk of wearing the belt—the super-absorbent pad, enabling her to sidestep long restroom lines and drink as much liquid as she so desired. The other pro: not having to wear or wash any panties. But these two positives still remained vastly outweighed by the major cons at this point. Given the choice, she'd take a long bathroom wait over chastity in a second.

She splashed some cold water on her face, gulping down a few mouthfuls of it, and stumbled her way back outside. The building had to close, so the secretaries waited for Shelly to come out of the restroom before they let her out, locked up and departed. She took a moment to paw at her eyes, trying to get her vision to completely focus, and relocate her car. The cool breeze felt nice and extra cold on her wet face, and she smiled as she envisioned her future as an again-free woman in two more weeks.

Now, where did I park again?...

She looked around the almost empty lot, and her face morphed into bemusement.

Ummm...yyyyyyyeah. Seriously, no kidding, where did I park again??

She couldn't find her car. What was going on? She was exhausted, but she wasn't hallucinating. She was still lucid enough to drive.

Okay, car, this was cute at first, but really, you can come out now. I don't have the energy to go looking all over the place for ya.

She closed her eyes, blinked rapidly a dozen times and tried to retrace her steps. They were a bit fuzzy, but summoning the details reminded her she'd basically pulled into the closest space she could find. So she made her way to where she thought it was...

...And her mouth formed the words, Oh...no...

This...was not a parking space.

It was a red zone.

OH NO, she mentally moaned. She had parked in a red zone. And now, obviously, her car had been towed.

Oh, fuck me! she thought as she went into her purse. Stupid! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!! Shelly, you DOLT! she berated herself, ruffling through the handbag. You fucking moron! How could you be so stup—...WHERE the hell is my goddamned phone?!

She suddenly looked up with horror-filled eyes as she remembered her phone was dead, and she'd let it sit and charge...in the car.

Her footing went unsteady. She felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of her. The building was closed; no one was left inside.

Oh, great job, Shelly! she thought, infuriated at herself. Why didn't you just go ahead and lock your keys in while you were at it?!

Feeling defeated, she sat on the ground, face in her hands. Her open purse sat between her legs, directly in front of her cursed chastity belt. She was doomed, she thought. She had no way to get home or anywhere else, and no way to contact anyone. Right about now she felt like the biggest loser in the universe. She couldn't believe her misfortune. Ri-fucking-diculous, she thought. Do I seriously deserve all this?? Was what I did two entire months ago really that horrible?!

She figured her only option was to wander around until she could locate someone she had to hope was a nice person who could give her a ride. Or find a pay phone. But right now she didn't have the energy. She needed a little cleansing first. She needed a cry.

Face still in her hands, she felt her fingers getting necessarily wet as her body began to tremble.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been weeping on the ground before she heard the faint echo of footsteps approach. The next thing she heard was, "Excuse me, young lady...are you all right?"

She looked up and blinked through her tears to see a lady in her 40s wearing a pair of black work boots, toughskin denims, a white lab coat, black gloves, a band pinning her hair behind her and a pair of eyeglasses on a chain around her neck.

Part of the reason she was so upset about her situation was that Shelly was and had always been a little afraid of strangers. But since she didn't have much choice right now other than to confide in one and hope for some help, she did so.

"Well, since you asked, actually, no, I'm not," she uttered, wiping her eyes and nose. "My car got towed, and my phone was in it."

The lady nodded. "Ah, now, there is quite the dilemma, isn't it," she mused. "Well, I am sorry to hear, but perhaps I can help..."

Her tone seemed to trail off, as if there was more to that proposal, but Shelly didn't care. "Oh, that would be terrific!" she said, standing up. "Thank you so much!" Finally, her luck seemed to be turning around. "So you can give me a ride?"

"Well, perhaps..." said the woman, her voice again trailing. "...That is, if you might be able and willing to do something for me..."

...Oh. Well, I didn't think asking someone for a ride was expecting too much, but...

"Oh, uh...all right, I guess...you want me to give you some gas money? I can do that," Shelly agreed.

"Mmm, not exactly."

"What is it then?"

"Well, why don't you come with me and I'll show you."

***

April 21st, 5:36 p.m.

Shelly followed the lady in the lab coat a few blocks away to an unlit intersection with a sizable, intimidating-looking building she'd never seen before, sitting ominously on the corner. The lady led her inside, down a dank hall and into a large, empty room with a solid white ceiling and walls, a marble floor and a ceiling light that must have been about a bazillion watts. It was so bright inside Shelly had to shield her eyes. And it smelled strange too, almost like rubbing alcohol in a hospital.

Shelly was a little frightened by this building and also this room, but the lady who'd brought her here seemed personable enough to help her if she just did this particular favor—whatever it was—for her in return.

"So what do you need me to do for you?" Shelly asked.

"I'll let you know in just a moment," she said, heading off in another direction behind Shelly. "Just gotta grab a few things first."

Shelly stayed put, a few inches in front of the now-closed door where they'd entered. She had only to stand and wonder what she might have to do for the woman. She of course had yet no idea where she was, much less what she was doing here. Oh well, she had to figure, the information would have to be revealed soon enough, right?

Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman who had taken Shelly to this place had adjourned down another narrow hallway sectioning off the room at the corner to Shelly's left, and then around another corner to a closet where she fetched the couple of items she needed. She performed one action, put one of the items back, and brought the other around to where Shelly waited for her.

Concealing the object left in her hand behind her, she reapproached Shelly. Shelly heard her footsteps reverberating down the hallway out into the wide open space in which she'd been instructed to wait. The woman returned. Shelly turned to see her suddenly reach for the switch and flick out the light. The room plunged into blackness as the woman whipped out from behind her back the miniature towel on which she'd sprinkled the alcohol, and seized Shelly's upper arm with her other hand.

Shelly didn't remember a thing that happened next.

***

April 21st, 7:48 p.m.

Twenty feet inside one of the equally large rooms adjacent to the empty gaping maw via which they had entered, in a wired restraint chair sat a naked, unconscious, blindfolded Shelly Alice Powell, head bowed comatosely. By the locked door sat a pile of the 25-year-old girl's clothing, as a bed of fabric, on top of which lay a severed chastity belt.

The chair's built-in metal restraints in its armrests and front legs were bolted and locked around Shelly's wrists and ankles, pinning her appendages down and holding her in place. The woman who had put her in this state permitted her a rest as she set everything up, before waking Shelly to participate in their...activity.

When she decided the girl'd had enough sleep, the woman picked up some smelling salts and waved them under Shelly's nostrils. When they twitched and she finally stirred back awake, her eventual reaction was normal enough under the circumstances.