The Locker Pt. 01

Mf, Ff, Cblt, Latex, Reluctant

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

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Cindy was only now starting to get over the major depression that had consumed her for many months.

It all started when she split from her long-time, college boyfriend. He was great, but their sex lives weren't. She enjoyed sex much more than he did and she was much more kinky than he was. As time wore on, her sexual fantasies became more and more a part of her dreams and desires.

They had lived together since junior year, and they had continued together after graduation and as they moved into the working world.

It was then, though that things fell apart. Mark had become so focused on his work and his career that he seemed to lose interest in her. Their sex lives stagnated and their relationship disintegrated and eventually she couldn't take it anymore and she moved out, and came to terms with loneliness and celibacy.

Then, to top it off, her parents died. Killed by some drunken ass hole on a busty road.

As an only child, she inherited quite a bit of money as well as their large house and all of its contents.

It was a difficult time for her. All she had was work, which she loved, but little else to keep herself entertained. Even though she was pretty and shapely, and had many requests for dates and offers for relationships, she was just too dejected to socialize.

After the house sale closed, she sold most of her parent's furniture and belongings, and rented a locker to hold important mementos.

She was really into retro fashions, so the one aspect that she enjoyed was all of the older clothes she discovered in her mom's wardrobe. She was also, of course, enjoying the financial windfall and debating with herself what she should spend it on.

As she was leaving the rented locker, one day she noticed a sign describing an upcoming abandoned locker auction at the facility. She had seen TV shows about how they worked and decided to attend -- she had nothing better to do. She thought it might be fun if she could find more of the retro fashions she loved.

She arrived late to the event. The 'Pros' had apparently already bought several and were winding down -- out of cash and interest.

By the time the remaining bidders, including her. Got to the last garage-sized locker, there were only a few bidders left.

When they got a look inside, it seemed to be packed with only old clothes. Very little interest, except for her. It only went a couple of rounds and she owned it.

After handling the paperwork, she dove right in to see what treasures she could find.

After the first few hours she was starting to become disappointed. So far she had found only a few things worth taking home.

But then she stumbled upon six boxes of items so special that really caught her attention. They all seemed to be full of kinky sex toys. She was too embarrassed to even think about examining the things right there, in the locker, with strangers driving by and walking about, so she packed them into her car immediately ran them back to her house, stashing them in her spare bedroom.

She was fascinated by the thought of that stuff in particular, so she called into work and spoke with her manager. She had a lot of unused vacation accumulated and as things were quiet at the moment, her boss told her she could have the next 10 days off.

Great!

Cindy, now more enthusiastic, continued sorting thru all of the remaining stuff. Much wound up in the dumpster. A lot of it was tagged as charitable donations. Some cloths, a few bits of furniture, some artwork and a few (more) knickknacks went into the car, bound for home. But as she worked her mind kept drifting back to the boxes of sex toys.

Finally, done with the locker after two days of hard labor, she went home determined to open and examine the boxes of sex gear.

The first couple of boxes were full of latex clothing. Oh, what fun they could be! She had never tried that kink, but had fantasized about the possibilities. Checking the contents, she found that that they were all for women, and that a lot of it looked to be in sizes that could work for her body. Cool! Now she would get the chance to experiment with that fetish.

Next, she found a box of shiny metal parts. At first, disappointed, she thought that it was just car parts, or perhaps exercise equipment.

But the more she examined the stuff, she realized with a shock, that it was heavy duty bondage gear. There were wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, chains and locks. There were bands she couldn't really identify, but upon further study one of them was obviously a slave collar. All of the stuff was designed to be locked on.

She also found a ring with a lot of keys. All of them were numbered, and with some searching, she found locks with matching numbers, that the keys fit.

It was all intimidating, and she wasn't sure if it was something she would try. Although it did giver her a shiver. Maybe, with the right partner...

In the bottom of the box, she found a velvet bag, big enough to hold a pair of boots. But when she picked it up it rattled like metal. She opened it, again she was at first uncertain about what it was, but then it dawned on her that what she held in her hands was some sort of chastity belt.

She remembered having seen something like it while she occasionally surfed porn on the web.

Embarrassed, but intrigued, she stuffed it all back in the bag put it aside for more study, later.

The fourth box was the largest of them all and was full of shoes and boots. They were all very kinky with tall heels, some of them insanely high, and they all looked to be well made of either leather or latex. Many could be locked on. Most looked like they would fit her. How cool was that?

This was turning out to be like Christmas! With the rough times she had been having with the break-up and the deaths, she hadn't felt this good in months. And it wasn't just about feeling happy, it was also about feeling aroused and sexy.

She was too tired and hungry to go on with opening her treasures, so she left them and went into the kitchen to make dinner and relax in front of the TV for a while. She even dozed off for a while, dreaming about kinky sex, hah.

When she woke up, she went back to the bag holding the chastity belt. It was fascinating. The more she examined the thing, the more excited and horny she got.

The thing was obviously well made, even beautiful in an ominous sort of way.

It wasn't heavy at all, probably made of some super-metal composite, she thought. It certainly wasn't heavy steel. She giggled when she thought, of iron like in a medieval devise,

The interior surfaces were padded with some sort of soft red rubber. Even the plate that covered the pussy was coated. It included both a dildo-shaped vaginal plug and a rather large but plug; typical, with a narrow base and a larger bulb further up. Both of them were pliable and also red rubber coated, but with a couple of small areas that were chrome, like the belt.

The actual belt portion was tight and slightly contoured around the waist, and snug where it cupped her mound and vagina. It extended right up between her as cheeks to where it connected with the belt at her waist.

There was a lock with a key hole where the two parts of the belt connected with the plate that descended between her legs. She also noticed a small (drain?) hole in front of the pussy plug.

It looked like the front plug was permanent, while the rear one might be able to be removed, but she couldn't really see how.

There was also a small LED display, about the size of a 'thumb-drive' connected to the belt near the key hole by a thin electrical wire, about 4 inches long. The display also had a charging port in the end opposite the wire that tied it to the belt. There were a couple of tiny indicator lights (red and green) and a pair of tiny buttons, too. The thing appeared to be a control unit of some kind. It occurred to her that perhaps the plugs had a vibrator capability and that the control unit would be used to manage them. Cool! She loved vibrators and what they did for her.

When she pressed the buttons, nothing happened. It probably needs to be charged, she figured, after all it has been sitting around in that locker for months.

She did find a small charger, like for her cell phone, in the bottom of the bag. It had a very long cord with a connector that looked like it would fit the control unit.

She knew that she'd absolutely have to charge the thing up and see if the plugs were really vibrators.

Of course, she also found keys, that worked to lock and unlock it at the front. She tried them several times to make sure.

Upon further examination, she found an engraved manufacturer name, 'ChasteWife' and number 'CW7-214'.

She couldn't not try it on. The key worked, so what's the harm.

She stripped off her clothes and grabbed a tube of skin lotion and a bottle of lube from her bathroom.

She first rubbed the skin cream all round her waist and between her legs, afraid of irritating herself with the belt. At least she didn't have to worry about pinching pubes, as she had had them all removed with laser treatments a year ago.

She slipped the belt on and although it was tight it appeared that it would fit. That was a relief.

The pussy plug wasn't a problem, it only took a little lube as she was already wet.

But she had a lot of trouble with the rear plug. She'd never tried anal sex, although she had pushed a vibrator up there, as an experiment, once. The rear plug wouldn't go in. The width of the plug was huge and hurt like crazy. It was just too big for her. She peeled off the whole thing and took another look, trying to figure out how to remove it from the device, but she couldn't get it off.

Eventually, tired and frustrated, she gave up and went to bed. After a couple of hours, fantasizing, she finally fell asleep, but even then she dreamed about the belt most of the night.

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In the morning, after breakfast and a lot of coffee, she tried again, determined to get the thing on. She again verified that the keys worked. She certainly didn't want to get caught locked in the belt like some stupid slut.

The front plug was again easily inserted as her pussy was dripping. She worked and worked on the rear plug and finally succeeded getting it in place with a substantial amount of lube, some pain, and a lot of grunting. With both plugs in place she stumbled into her bedroom and collapsed on the bed, panting. She felt so full, down there.

After a few moments, she began working on closing the belt. She had to really 'suck it in' to get it to close around her waist. But again, she finally succeeded.

She was so turned on by the experience. The thought of being locked-up. The dildo in her pussy and the big plug in her poor ass, drove her nuts!

She almost took the thing off immediately to go bring herself to what she envisioned as a mind-blowing orgasm, but fought the urge. Wear it for at least for an hour, she swore to herself.

She then proceeded to check the fit. She could walk and sit, although sitting drove the plugs in a little deeper.

She could make out the outline of the thing, behind her tightest shorts, jeans, and dresses. She wasn't sure why that mattered to her, as she told herself she had no intention of wearing the belt out in public, LOL.

It didn't seem to rub or pinch her delicate parts, but it was damnably tight around her waist. She'd have to lose some weight around her tummy, which wasn't too big! If she was to wear it regularly. (But she wouldn't be...)

She tried to feel her pussy, but couldn't succeed in even squeezing a fingertip under the shield. Even when she tapped on the top of the shield, right over her clit, she couldn't feel a thing.

Well, she concluded, it is a very good chastity belt.

Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, and she did have to pee, so she decided to take it off.

As the testing was going so well, and she was so turned on, she decided to take it one step further and see if the control panel would turn on the vibrator.

She pushed the buttons, with no result. No display and no indicator lights. Well, she thought the batteries are probably run down and need to recharge. Perhaps if I plug it in, it will work while it charges.

As soon as she plugged it in, the controller came to life. First the green status light came on. Then the display began scrolling. It showed: "Charging" alternating with "Program 21 Engaged". She had no idea what 'Program 21' was, or what it meant.

She pressed the buttons, first one, then the other, and although the green light flashed, nothing happened.

Frustrated, she gave up and unplugged the power cord, and before she could even put it down, she received a stunning shock in her pussy and ass!

She jumped, and squeaked, and grabbed her crotch. She sat back on the bed wondering what was happening, and catching her breath. Around 20 seconds later, the shock was repeated, and this time it seemed worse and longer than the first one. Again, she jumped and moaned in pain. As soon as she recovered, she thought to look at the display and it said "Charging Required" and "Punishment until Charging resumes"

Punishment? What the hell? She thought.

As the keys were in her bathroom, she quickly plugged the charger back in, before she received another shock.

The display reverted to "Charging" and "Program 21 Engaged", with an additional display of "2 hours remaining".

She got up and dragging the cord, walked toward her bathroom to get the key and get out of the thing, but came up short. The cord was only about 8 feet long and she'd need several times that distance to get her hands on the key.

She considered unplugging and making a run for it, but decided against taking the risk of another shock.

So, she laid back on her bed and tried to relax, deciding that she'd just have to wait out the two hours before she could get out of the belt. She didn't want to play with it any more.

As she lay there thinking about the belt. How nicely made it was, and how it was apparently a sophisticated piece of electronics, too, she started getting a nice feeling in her pussy and asshole. The plugs were coming to life. They were both pulsing and vibrating, and it felt wonderful. Cindy had used vibrators before but, the pulsing was unique. The plugs were slowly pumping up, getting wider and longer, then shrinking back down again. Almost like a cock would do inside her.

The movements were slowly ramping up, too and the feelings were getting better and better.

Soon she was moaning and thrashing around on her bed, with one hand holding the plate over her pussy and the other massaging her breasts. The feelings grew and grew until she couldn't stand it anymore and exploded in a fantastic orgasm.

It took her 20 minutes to catch her breath and calm down. By then she was already looking forward to another session, but couldn't figure out how to get the belt to deliver.

She continued to lay on her bed, waiting for the charging session to end. All the while she was debating whether she liked or hated the belt. The orgasm it delivered was really great. One of the best she'd ever had, but the punishment was terrible, and she didn't understand that aspect. Why would the belt be set to deliver both pain and pleasure?

Finally, the charging cycle was complete and the display changed to just "Program 21"

Nervously, she unplugged the cable and made a dash for the bathroom and the key.

She was relieved when there was no shock.

She grabbed the key and inserted it into the lock, but it wouldn't turn, as it did before. She tried again and again, getting more and more panicked with each attempt.

She wiggled and changed positions, and tried again and again, but nothing worked.

Eventually she gave up and walked gingerly out into the living room, collapsing on the couch, naked of course.

She was crying with frustration. What the hell am I going to do now, she agonized.

After a few minutes frozen in place she realized that she really had to pee, so she staggered over to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, as she always did. It took some effort, but soon her urine started to flow, and it came out the hole in the crotch plat, just as she expected it to.

She grabbed a bit of paper and wiped herself as she always did, only this time she was just wiping the surface of the shield and it's drain hole.

Well, at least that seemed to work. She could at least pee in this thing, but worried about cleanliness, she decided to take a shower. Washing around the belt was weird, but she was worried about residual pee, so she spent a lot of time trying to wash under the belt.

While she was drying off, the thing started to came to life again.

It was the same pulsing and vibrating in both her vagina and ass as she'd experienced before.

Surprised, she first tried to ignore the plugs' ministrations, but she soon realized that it felt just too good. The feelings were overpowering. She staggered quickly to her bed where she quickly had another mind-blowing orgasm. Then the plug in her ass shut down, but the one in her pussy kept going at a much slower rate. It felt good, but it wasn't enough to get her off. It was disturbing, though, and it kept her aroused.

Before long she realized that it was a form of slow torture. She could feel the thing in her pussy, and it felt good, but the actions were not enough to get her off. It was distracting and even annoying, but not painful in any way.

She laid in bed for the next hour recovering and trying to get a repeat performance, but the slow stimulation kept her aroused, while the shield prevented any touching so she couldn't get off.

Having given up on another orgasm, she was walking to the kitchen for some lunch, trying to ignore the slow torture, when she suddenly got another shock, this one only in her pussy. She jumped and screamed. She looked at the display and it still said 'Program 21'. Nothing else. She was confused, was that a punishment? For what?

She had no clue, but after the shock the vibrations stopped.

Confused, she continued on and made herself some lunch, washing it down with a large glass of wine.

While eating she decided to try the key again, and if she still couldn't unlock herself, she'd try and search for answers on the Internet, where else?

Her attempts to unlock the belt again wound up a failure. It was frustrating because she knew that the key had worked, before. She knew that she had tested it several times and each time it had worked as expected. Now here she was, just like in some porn story, locked in a device from which she couldn't escape. Shit! Shit! Shit!

Logging in, she Googled 'ChastiWife' and relieved, found a web site. They were the makers of the chastity belt she was wearing.

Cindy quickly read through the various pages.

They explained that the belt was designed and created by a Saudi Prince for use on his wife, or wives. He spared no expense and employed top notch engineers, technicians and materials.

The price was $17,500! Holy shit, at that price the thing was no toy.

Apparently, the belt was almost indestructible.

Oh great, she mumbled, as she continued to read the info on the web site.

The key could only unlock the belt if the electronics failed, or the battery ran dead. The battery only ran dead if the 'master controller' allowed the wearer to remove the belt and not put it back on for a lengthy period of time. Otherwise, the belt always made the wearer charge the device's batteries, as she had experienced.