The Locker Pt. 02

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.

Read Chapter 1, first.

Cindy had concluded that if she was to ever get out of the damned belt, she'd have to contact Robin, who apparently was its original wearer.

It only took a few seconds for Cindy to remember that she'd stumbled on a box of personal papers in the locker, and thank heaven, she hadn't just thrown them away. Her mother had always impressed on her the need for personal information security, so she was in the habit of shredding all personal papers. After finding that particular box, she had moved it into her own locker, planning to take it to the next local shred-a-thon whenever it took place.

With any luck, she'd be able to find some document that could identify Robin and provide a way to get ahold of her. This was the best news all day, except perhaps for being able to poop...

As she was getting dressed to drive over to her storage locker, the next program execution began.

As soon as she felt the plugs come to life, she quickly sat down on her couch and began squirming with the pleasure they generated. She tried again to resist the thing, but as before the feelings were too good to be ignored.

It wasn't long before she had a fantastic orgasm, followed by the slow torture of the slow and steady movements in her pussy and ass. Cindy just lay back on her couch and enjoyed the feelings. All the while, though, she was apprehensive about the shock that she knew would follow. She didn't want to be driving or moving around in public when she got punished.

It was about an hour and a half later that the vibrations stopped and the shock was delivered. Again, she squeaked, jumped and grabbed her crotch. Damn, that hurt!

After recovering, she finally headed out to her car and over to her locker.

Driving was a bit uncomfortable in the belt, especially as it was so tight around her waist. Whenever she hit a bump in the road, she felt the plugs move inside her.

She imagined what it would have been like if she had tried it while on the slow torture setting. It was hard to concentrate when they were constantly tickling her pussy and ass, and the constant worry about the impending shock was also distracting. What if she got hit by the shock and flinched so badly that she crashed her car? Imagine a trip to the hospital while wearing the damn belt. Arg!

She got to her locker and quickly found the box she needed. Deciding to search through its contents at home rather than there, she loaded it up and drove back to her place.

Once there, she began sorting through the mix of papers. She concentrated on bills and soon found what she was looking for.

Robin Bertram was the apparent wearer of the belt and Steve Bertram was the owner. She found their cell phone numbers on their phone bill. After scanning through several other documents, she determined that the two had divorced, sold their home and moved on.

As she started searching for a new address for Robin the belt kicked in again.

This time was a little different. Only the anal probe came to full life, while the front plug seemed to only go into the slow torture mode.

Never a big fan of anal sex, it took a longer time for Cindy to hit the big O, but she did get there, but only just in time as a few seconds later both plugs reverted to the slower speed. Only about 20 minutes later the shock hit her as painfully as ever.

Cindy took another 20 minutes to calm down and then resumed her document search.

An hour later she found a forwarding address for Robin. She had evidently moved across town, perhaps to get away after the divorce.

By the time she was done, it was late and Cindy realized that she was famished, and exhausted.

Although she really wanted to get out of the cursed belt, she also didn't want to piss off the original owners with a late-night call, so she decided to wait until the next day, Friday, to bother them with requests for help.

During the night, the device did shut down and allowed her to sleep. She also used that time to charge the belt as Justine had suggested, occasionally getting the cord tangled in her legs.

After a difficult night she got up, showered, carefully cleaning around the belt, and sat down to breakfast, waiting for a reasonable hour to make the call to Robin.

Of course, the belt started one of its cycles just as she was finishing her last cup of coffee. The crazy thing did seem to pick times at random to run its sex program.

Cindy realized that it was impossible to fight the feelings. The plugs, and both were active this time, just felt too good, and she knew that the orgasm they delivered would be great, so she just went with it.

This time the slow torture period was more than an hour, during the whole time, she was so distracted by the feelings and the anticipation of the finishing shock that she couldn't do much of anything. She just laid back and waited. Again, the shock made her jump and scream. She continued to worry about how it would be if it ever happened in public. Oh God, how could she go to work like this?

After she recovered, she saw that it was a reasonable time to place the call to Robin. She prayed that she would answer, that the number was still good, and that she wouldn't be too busy to talk.

Robin picked up on the second ring!

"HI, I'm really sorry to bother you. My name is Cindy, and I really need your help."

"I'm not interested, and I'm busy getting ready for a meeting."

"Please, please don't hang up. I bought the contents of your old storage locker and now I'm stuck in the chastity belt!" Cindy practically screamed in panic.

"Wait, what?"

"I bought the contents of an abandoned locker. Your locker, I think, and I found a bunch of stuff. There was a chastity belt, with keys that seemed to work, so I tried it on."

Robin interrupted, shocked, "Oh no, you didn't!"

"Yes, I'm afraid I did, and then I charged it to see if the vibratos would work."

"Oh shit. Cindy was it? I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have done that."

"Yah, right. Now it's locked and I can't take it off. And, the plugs periodically come to life!"

"Has Steve contacted you? He's the belt's 'owner', my X-husband."

"No he hasn't. I called ChastiWife and spoke to one of their people, but they can't unlock it."

"No, they won't be able to, it's a very high-security device. They at least briefed you on how it works, though, right?"

"Yes, they did, except that they don't know what 'Program 21' is set to do."

"I can explain that, but I can't right now. I'm at work and I have to go. How about I meet you tonight, after work, and I'll explain the whole thing. Don't worry, Steve is a pretty nice guy, we should be able to get you out of that thing."

They hurriedly set up a dinner date at a quiet restaurant n Near where Robin now worked and lived on the other side of town.

Cindy spent the day laying around her home, anxiously waiting for the evening's meeting with Robin.

Twice, the belt kicked in, the first time only the pussy plug activated fully, while the rear plug stopped at the slower speed. After her orgasm, the slow torture period was only ten minutes, and the shock was as bad as ever. The second time both plugs were active and the slow torture session was more than two hours.

The belt sure was frustrating and unpredictable. That made it even harder to deal with. While she waited for the shock with the plugs torturing her, keeping her aroused, she just couldn't concentrate on anything except her pussy and the impending punishment.

Damn!

Cindy headed out early to meet Robin. She had to fight rush-hour traffic, so it took quite a while.

She was a wreck, driving over, worried about the belt kicking in. She again pictured being distracted by an orgasm, getting in a wreck, and having to explain to a policeman, or worse yet in a hospital emergency room.

As expected, Robin had almost the same nicely shaped body as she did. Apparently, it was only by sheer luck, or was it bad luck, that the stuff in the locker had fit her so well.

Robin was certainly pretty, like Cindy, but she did seem to be sexier in her looks, makeup and style. Cindy didn't think that Robin's vibe extended into the slutty range, but she was close.

They sat in a small back booth in a nice restaurant, talking quietly over dinner and drinks.

Robin explained that Steve was a great guy, intelligent, well-off, handsome, charming and funny, but also very much into sexual fetishes. After a while, living with his fantasies became too much for Robin to handle. They split amicably as Steve didn't want to give up on his fetish fulfillment and Robin couldn't take any more, especially after a month in the belt.

They'd divorced cordially, selling their house and splitting their assets, and they still talked occasionally.

Steve had moved out first, abandoning all of the fetish things that he had bought specifically for Robin and she had just dumped them in the storage locker with a lot of leftover stuff.

Those toys, all of the latex, the leather, the shoes and boots, and of course the chastity belt had been custom made and sized specifically for Robin. They were all aspects of Steve's extensive sexual fetishes. He apparently had hoped that someday they might get back together again, and pick up where they had left off, but Robin wasn't interested.

As the stuff had cost a fortune, especially the belt, she didn't feel right about just dumping them in the trash.

"Imagine what might have happened if I had donated that stuff to Goodwill!" Robin said, laughing. Cindy joined in too.

Robin then asked Cindy for her story. "Explain to me again, how did you ever wind up wearing the belt? It's really a small miracle that it fits you at all."

Cindy went through it all again, in more detail. She kept repeating that she had tried the keys and that they had worked, each time almost breaking into tears. Frustrated.

While they were sitting there the belt kicked in and Robin shifted over next to Cindy's chair, hugging her to help her through the embarrassment of the orgasm in public. She then consoled her after the punishment shock. Cindy was totally humiliated, but the people around them mostly tried hard to ignore the show, embarrassed for her and not understanding what was going on.

Afterwards, Cindy paid the bill, and they walked out to the parking lot and the privacy of Robin's car, to call Steve.

Robin dialed with the phone on speaker sitting between them on the console. As soon as he picked up, Steve jumped in excitedly. "Hi Robin, so you decided to give the belt another try? I've been expecting your call."

"Hold on a minute," Robin responded, "I'm not wearing the thing, Cindy is."

"Cindy? Who's Cindy?" Steve said confused, and from the tone of his voice disappointed too.

Robin then motioned to Cindy - you're on.

"Hi Steve, I'm Cindy, I bought the contents of your old storage locker at an abandoned locker auction, and I found the belt, amongst a bunch of other stuff. I made the mistake of trying it on and now I'm stuck."

At that point, Steve interrupted, "the belt actually fit you? That's surprising. You must be awfully close to Robin in size and shape."

"Yes, well, it is a little too tight around the waist, but I did get it on, and now I want to get it off. Please," she ended plaintively.

"OK, sure, but first how does it feel?"

"Oh, come on Steve, give the girl a break. Use the control app and unlock the damned thing," Robin jumped in.

Steve chuckled, "No, not yet, Robin. This is between me and Cindy, now. You stay out of it."

Steve realized that if the belt actually fit her, Cindy at least had a great body, like Robin. Perhaps she would be worth the effort to get to know. She had, after all, been kinky enough to try on the belt. Since the divorce, he hadn't been able to find a suitable partner for his games. He was lonely, and anxious to find a woman he could hook up with.

"Look, Cindy, that belt is worth a fortune. I'm not exactly thrilled that Robin abandoned it. I'd like it back, and I'd really like to meet the woman wearing it. I want to hear the story of how you found it and how and why you're wearing it now."

After a short pause, he continued, "I'll tell you what. Tomorrow is Saturday, let's just have a regular date, like two single people meeting for the first time. I promise that before midnight I'll unlock the belt."

Cindy looks at Robin, as if to say, 'Can I trust him?' and Robin nods that she can.

Cindy agrees, and gives him her address and phone number.

"I'll pick you up at 10:00am. We'll spend the day together. It'll be fun. I'm dying to get to know you."

After the call, Robin invited Cindy to go back into the restaurant's bar, for another drink and to give her more info on Steve - girl-to-girl.

Once settled into a booth, Robin told Cindy more about Steve. What a great guy he is. How much he likes adventurous sex, his love of sexy women and his fetishes for bondage, latex & leather, and high heels.

Robin also explained more about life in the belt. Some of it Cindy had already experienced or figured out, but talking to Robin, she was able to confirm some suspicions and learned more details.

With 'Program 21' in execution, the belt would pick random times to come to life. Most of the time it would be taking her to orgasm, but other times it would just play with her at the slow speed. Additionally, most of the time it would activate both plugs, but at other times it would just do one or the other.

Hesitantly, Robin explained that Steve had wanted her to get used to anal sex, hence the occasional ass-only session.

They talked well into the night and the belt didn't interrupt them, of course after 10:00pm, it wouldn't, per the programming.

The more time they spent, together, the more they realize that they liked each other. Before paying and heading out, they promise to stay in touch.

Cindy felt safer as she drove home, although she has had a bit too much to drink, she knows that the belt won't act up that late at night.

She arrived home safely and immediately heads into the bathroom. There, she struggles a little, but finally figures out how to unlock the plug in her ass and hurriedly empties her bowels. She has to lube and reinsert the thing, before jumping into the shower. Clean and naked, save for the belt, she climbs into bed and despite the unfamiliar discomfort of the belt, her exhaustion takes over and she is quickly asleep.

She wakes up nervous about the day ahead. She's been on many blind dates, but never under these weird circumstances. She's really anxious about having to explain why she put the belt on, knowing that he was well aware of the plugs that now rested in her holes, and what they did to her every now and then.

The belt gave her another session as she was dressing. It put her behind schedule, but she's ready at 10:00. She prays that it will hold off the next session until after the date, but suspects that she won't be that lucky. She can only imagine how humiliating it will be with Steve there to watch.

At 10:00 on the dot, Steve drives up in his BMW and picks Cindy up in front of her house. She is impressed by his good looks and stylish clothes. Robin was right, he is an attractive guy. Relieved, she feels a glimmer of hope that this may just work out.

She's pleased when he compliments her on her pretty sun-dress, but dismayed when he mentions that he can make out the belt underneath its flimsy material. She's immediately embarrassed, but he consoles her saying that he doesn't think anyone else would notice. He, after all, knows what to look for.

Cindy relaxes a bit, and hopes he's correct. She certainly doesn't want anyone to know her predicament.

Steve drives casually and well as they exchange small-talk, feeling each other out, as any couple would do on a normal first date, even though they both understand that this one isn't exactly 'normal'.

He pulls into their town's large public park and the lot for their beautiful Botanical Gardens. Cindy is pleasantly surprised as she's been there many times before, and loves the place. It's a great setting for a first date.

Slowly they wander the pathways, enjoying the lovely weather and admiring the flowers and plants. After a couple of hours, they stop and have lunch in a quaint little patio restaurant on the grounds. It's a beautiful day, warm and sunny and Cindy is enjoying herself immensely. She's really impressed by Steve, his personality and his pleasant conversation.

They talk as they walk and it's easy to forget that it isn't just an enjoyable date between two happy people.

Cindy starts to realize that Robin's description of Steve was correct. He is a nice guy and an enjoyable companion.

Steve, for his part, is enchanted by Cindy. Here she is, with a complete stranger acting as if nothing is unusual. Like she isn't locked into a high-tech, ultra-secure chastity belt. One that he controls.

The more they talk, the more they start to really get to know and like each other.

After lunch, as they continue their tour, Cindy's belt kicks in. Oh damn, she thinks before starting to lose herself in the sensations.

Steve, quickly realizes what is happening as Cindy suddenly stiffens and stumbles a bit. He hears her issue a quiet moan.

He hugs her to his chest and shuffles her over to a quiet corner among the trees. He holds her as she first resists the urges, her body shuddering, but before long she simply surrenders to the plugs and the orgasm they generate.

Although she's humiliated, as expected, she appreciates Steve's gentle support. She does however, feel his rock-hard cock pushing against her hip as he holds her.

As she winds down from the event, she giggles.

"What?" Steve asks, a little confused.

"It just occurred to me that I just got off, even though I didn't want to, but you can't, even though you obviously do."

"You're right, of course, you evil little minx," he says as he spanks her on the behind.

Cindy squeaks at the slap, and then laughs some more.

"So, are you in the slow and frustrating mode now?" Steve asks with a devilish grin.

She looks up at him, and nods, "uh huh."

"And are you ready for the punishment?"

Agitated, Cindy whispers heatedly, "No, I am not. I never am. I hate that aspect of this thing. Why did you ever include that in the program?"

Steve considers for a couple of minutes, keeping Cindy waiting impatiently for his answer, "well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was worried that Robin might come to prefer the orgasms that the belt gave her, over the ones she got with me. Early on, she raved about the intensity of the feelings the belt produced when it stimulated her in all three places. The shocks were intended to discourage that line of thought. I expected that she would come to accept them."

"I'm not sure if I ever will," Cindy replied before she realized that she was implying that she would be continuing to wear the belt.

Steve also picked up on that implication, and glanced at her hopefully.

Cindy made no further comment. She pushed him away and started walking carefully down the pathway, mindful of the belt's continuing vibrations. They did make it hard for her to concentrate on anything other than her pussy and ass.

Their conversation became a little strained as the distracted Cindy stopped participating.

Sure enough, the punishing shock hit her, and she moaned and tripped, almost falling. Again, Steve was there to hold her, hugging her to his chest until she recovered.