The Locker Pt. 03

Cindy sees that she's backed herself into a corner. Her two big arguments have been addressed, and now it's either agree or back away, possibly ruining their budding relationship. She admits to herself that she does love wearing the crazy belt. That it feeds her own fantasies and fetishes as much as it seems to feed Steve's and that she's also very much aroused by the prospect of wearing the belt long-term.

She's excited by the challenge too, and the exquisite danger she'd be putting herself into, by wearing it in the office.

As she's been holding her internal debate, Steve's just been sitting, waiting for her. When she notices, she blushes and sighs, and whispers, "OK".

Steve's delighted.

He grabs, kisses her and gushes "I love you," surprising both of them. They wind up making love, yet again, with Steve giving her a first orgasm with his tongue and mouth and then a second with his hard cock.

Later, after a simple home-cooked dinner Steve drives her to her house, still in her LBD and sandals.

They're both exhausted, so he uses a tiny key to unlock the shoes as she slips the dress off over her head.

Then it's time for the belt. She wanted to shower first and make sure she was clean, inside and out, but she knows that he's anxious to leave, so she passes on it. He follows her into her bedroom and watches as she self-consciously, lubes up the plugs and dons first the belt and then the bra. He helps by plugging the bra's cord into the belt.

As soon as everything is in place, he checks the Master App, "Great, you're good and secure."

"Which Program?" She asks nervously, afraid that he might have set it to something new and torturous.

"Program 28, of course, the one we ran last week."

"All right. But when are you going to let me out?" Again, worried about what she's gotten herself into.

"I'm not sure. We'll just have to see," he replies giving her a wink that does nothing to allay her fears.

Continuing he says, "now you're set, so I'll head out. What time will you be done with work, tomorrow?"

"I'm usually done around 5:30, and it takes me a half hour to get home."

"Why don't you meet me at O'Riley's Bar & Grill on Steven's Creek Road? You can come straight from work. I'll buy dinner and drinks, and you can tell me how your day went."

Cindy was hoping to meet up at one of their homes so she could get out of the belt and perhaps have sex, but didn't feel like begging, so she agreed.

After a lengthy good night kiss, Steve headed out and Cindy took a nice hot bath. She went straight to bed afterwards, spending the first hour worrying about work in the belt tomorrow, and what she should wear.

Despite her concerns she slept well and woke in the morning as ready as she could be for her day.

She performed her normal routine, toilette, washing, makeup, hair and dress. She selected a conservative dress, that seemed to hide her metal belt and bra well.

The drive to work was uneventful and she was able to slip into her office without having to deal with anyone.

As expected, she had a lot of work to catch up on, after two weeks off. So, she just focused on that. She was interrupted several times by friends and colleagues stopping in to say 'hi', or to ask about some work task that was awaiting her attention.

Around 9:30 the belt came to life with the five-minute warning. She hurriedly got up and slipped into a stall in the lady's restroom. The belt did its thing and per usual she enjoyed her orgasm, until someone else entered the room and went to an adjacent stall. Cindy had to remain still and quiet as the feelings died down and the belt switch to arousal mode. It was hell.

As she expected, when she got back to her desk, with the belt and bra still vibrating and torturing her, she had trouble focusing on her work. The documents and spreadsheets all seemed to be gibberish. Eventually the vibrations stopped and, sighing, she got back to being productive.

She stayed at her desk during lunch eating the brown-bag food she had prepared at home. The afternoon passed as had the morning, with only one interruption by the belt. The arousal mode session lasted more than an hour, so she got frustrated and angry, which helped her focus a little, and she was able to make some progress on her tasks during that interval.

When it came time to leave, she was more than ready to head to the restaurant.

Steve, he was all smiles when they met up. He gave her a big hug and kiss as they found an empty table and ordered drinks.

At his prompting she described her day. Complaining about the difficulty concentrating while the belt was in arousal mode. She also told him of the two sessions when the program kicked in. How she hid in the bathroom and how someone interrupted her first orgasm.

"But how were the orgasms? Were you able to enjoy them under those circumstances?" He asked, enthusiastically.

Cindy didn't like his tone, "yes, you know I did. I gave up trying to fight the feelings a long time ago," she said indignantly.

Steve ignored her attitude, "good. I'm glad."

They paused as their drinks were delivered. The alcohol helped Cindy relax a bit.

Thinking, Steve asked, "isn't your company in one of those big office buildings, downtown? I wonder if there isn't somewhere else in all that space that might give you some privacy, so you could better enjoy your big-O's."

"I don't know," Cindy said, shaking her head, but she made a mental note to explore a bit, tomorrow.

After that, their food arrived and they made small talk as they ate and drank.

Cindy wanted to ask Steve to go home with her and unlock her, but she was too tired and too resigned to try. And she didn't want to get into the habit of begging for release.

As they were finishing their food, the belt gave its warning and she stiffened and groaned. Steve glanced over, "is it starting?"

She just nodded.

Steve shifted his chair over so he could sit right next to her, and hold her as the vibrations started up and she tried her best not to make a scene. It was difficult, and a couple of times she moaned quietly in response to the waves of pleasure. The place was too noisy for anyone to hear, although she did notice a couple of people glancing at her curiously.

When the belt finally shifted to torture mode, they finished their food and ordered coffee.

After only a few sips, Steve said, "you look tired. I know I am, why don't we just call it a night?"

"OK, you're right, I am tired and it's been a hard day," Cindy agreed. Just the thought brought on a yawn.

Steve paid and they walked out to the parking lot, together.

After kissing farewell, Cindy asked, "tomorrow?"

Steve sadly replied, "I can't. I have a business dinner with a client that will last until late."

Cindy was crestfallen.

"How about Wednesday night? I'll pick you up at your house at 6:00. We'll go out for a quick dinner and then go back to your place." Steve said.

"OK, that sounds good, but you have to know I expect to be let out of the belt."

"Well, I suppose we can do that," he said, feigning reluctance.

"Damn right we can do that, mister!" She replied, poking him in the chest.

"In fact, if you're a good girl, I can stay the night. I don't have to be into work until mid-morning."

"If I'm a 'good girl'?" poking him again. "I'm locked in your frigging belt, aren't I? I'm crazy about you, aren't I? Damn right, I'm your good girl."

With one final poke she broke out laughing and he joined her.

They stole a final kiss before climbing into their respective cars and driving off.

Cindy was bummed that she wouldn't be getting out of the belt until Wednesday night, but pleased that Steve would be spending that night in her bed.

Tuesday at work was a repeat of Monday, except she had a couple of meetings and one of them occurred while the belt was still in arousal mode. The distraction caused her to miss a couple of points and give incorrect answers to some questions.

After the meeting, she was mortified when one of her nosey colleague's questioned her about her lack of focus. Prepared, Cindy confides that she has a new lover, and that she was caught daydreaming about him. Cindy knows that the office gossip will spread the word and that it will explain to some extent why she's not been fully focused on her work.

After lunch, she also found some time to explore the building, looking for a 'quiet space' like Steve suggested.

She got lucky when she discovered that the entire 7th floor of the 27-story tower had just been vacated by the tenant. The whole floor was vacant and although the offices were secured the open hallway included a 'maternity room' for new mothers to pump their breasts. It was cozy and comfortable and had a door that could be locked on the inside. Perfect!

She had no idea how long it would be available, but for now, she could scuttle down there whenever the belt started up. It actually started her looking forward to the next session.

Later, near quitting time, the program kicked in and she was able to make it into the elevator and down to 7 with a few seconds to spare. Her orgasm, in the privacy of the maternity room was wonderful. She returned to her office in a really good mood and was even able to do some work during the arousal mode period.

At home, she relaxed and had a salad dinner before crawling into a hot tub to soak. She was feeling relaxed when the belt kicked in with the warning signal. She just continued to lay there, in the hot water as the belt took off and gave her a really excellent orgasm. It was only afterwards that she realized that only the breast and anal vibrators had ramped up to high speed. The one in her pussy had stayed at arousal speed, but regardless her orgasm had been great.

Sleep came quickly after that, and she awoke in the morning feeling good.

She completed her morning rituals in record time and headed out to the office, already looking forward to the evening's session with Steve.

The day went pretty well, until she caught one of her male coworkers staring at her breasts. As soon as she got back to her office, she checked her front and saw that the dress she's wearing doesn't do a good job of hiding the prominent steal nipples of her chastity bra. Damn!

Cindy decides that in the days to come she'll have to cover her imitation nipples with Band-Aid patches to smooth out her profile. One more thing to deal with. Shit!

The belt kicks in three times during the day. Each time she heads down to the 7th floor for an enjoyable, private session.

She makes it home at the end of the day to find Steve waiting in front of her house.

After she parks her car, he follows her in, and waits for her as she uses the bathroom.

He hugs her and they kiss as she joins him in the living room. "Hungry?" he asks.

"Yes, for food and for you."

He barks a laugh, "well let's do dinner first and then I'm all yours, and you're all mine."

Cindy reaches for her purse and coat, but Steve stops her.

"Let's put on the rest of the belt. Where are the collar and thigh bands?"

"Oh hell," she replies a little exasperated, "they're in my bedroom."

She allowed him to put the collar around her neck and the bands up her legs.

Once they were in place and plugged in, Cindy put her dress back on and commented, acidly, "satisfied?"

With a big smile he replied, "very." Before ushering her out the door and to his car.

Cindy had a little trouble readjusting her stride to the thigh bands restrictions, but it quickly came back to her.

Steve drove quickly to a nearby restaurant and they were seated at a small table in the quiet little place.

Cindy immediately noticed that several of the other diners were staring at her. She could tell that their attention was on her collar. She was embarrassed, but could do little about it, so she just ignored the attention and focused on the menu.

She enjoyed the dinner, as did Steve, but both of them were anxious to get back to her house, and her bed.

A short time later they were back at Cindy's house, and Steve used his Master App to unlock the belt.

Cindy stood, naked as he slowly removed, the various parts, and as soon as they were all lying in a pile on the floor, the two of them were in bed, kissing and hugging.

They enjoy great, and loving sex. She only debates with herself for a few seconds before admitting that Steve is better than the belt, but not by much...

"You know, despite the things you do to me, I think I love you," she whispers, while they cuddle in bed after their two-hour session of making love.

After they shower, he puts the belt with collar and bands on her and they cuddle in bed.

She asks, "Doesn't my hardware bother you. Get in your way?"

"Yes, but I love it so, it turns me on so much, that I'm happy to deal with it," he replies, dreamily.

She mumbles, "I'm the one who has to deal with it." But he's already asleep.

They spend the night with him naked and her secured, and plugged in, too.

In the morning, Steve unlocks the collar and thigh bands and watches as Cindy gets ready to head out to work.

When Cindy puts the Band-Aid pads over her nipples, Steve asks about them.

Cindy explains and he protests. "That's not part of the deal."

"What deal?" Cindy says. "I can't walk around with these nipples sticking out."

"Of course you can. They look great, and sexy as hell. All of the men will love them."

"That's the problem, "she says adamantly, "at work, I don't want 'sexy'. And what would happen if some letch tried to cop a feel? How would I ever explain my steal plated boobs?"

Both of them crack up laughing at the thought.

"I guess you're right. OK, I won't fight you on that. But there is one other aspect of your wardrobe we need to work on."

As he says that he walks into the other bedroom and returns with a pair of shoes. They're tall red pumps with 5-inch spike heels and ankle straps.

Cindy immediately starts to protest, but Steve holds up his hand to silence her. "No arguments. These will go with your dress and will look fabulous."

Although she's not enamored with the idea, she knows how sore her feet will be by the end of the day, she is turned on by the sexy shoes and the thought of wearing them.

"Oh, all right."

Steve kneels down and slides them on her feet, closing the ankle straps with their small buckle. The snap they make reminds Cindy of the strappy sandals she wore the other day.

"Hey, do these lock like the sandals?

"Yup."

"When will I be able to take them off?"

"Well, before bed, of course. I'll be here again, this evening."

They kiss goodbye as they head out to their respective cars.

In her office, Cindy works diligently and is only interrupted once in the morning by the need to head down to the 7th floor. She enjoys the break, now more comfortable with the process and the safe environment. Her orgasm feels great and despite the continued, arousal mode vibrations, she's able to get right back to work.

She's both pleased and concerned by that. She is happy that it's no longer impacting her productivity, but is she becoming complacent with arousal mode? Is her body losing some of its sensitivity to the vibrations? Could the same happen with her orgasms? God! That would be awful!

Later, she bumps into the same nosey co-worker at her lunch break. She comments on Cindy's numerous trips to the bathroom. Cindy explains to her that she's seeing a doctor about some 'plumbing' issues, and asks the woman to maintain her privacy on the medical issues. The woman agrees, but Cindy is sure that word will spread, and actually help to cover her kinky secret.

That evening, Steve is again waiting for her when she pulls up at her house.

Once they're in the door, Steve first apologizes for the short notice, and then tells her that he has tickets for tomorrow night's symphony performance, downtown. He invites her to attend with him, and asks if she's ever been to the Symphony.

"Only to Christmas concerts when I was younger, I haven't been to Symphony Hall in years."

"Well, do you want to go?"

"Sure, I'd love to, but isn't it a semi-formal affair? I mean doesn't the audience dress up for those classy concerts?"

"Yes they do, I usually wear my tux," he says grandly.

"Well, in that case, I'm afraid I don't have anything to wear, at least nothing that I can wear over the belt and bra."

He smiles, "or the collar and bands?"

"Yes, or the collar and bands," she sighs.

"Can't I go without the belt?"

He shakes his head. "Definitely not. We'll go out and find something tonight," he says, "Actually, I think I know just the place. Let's finish getting you properly dressed and get going."

Cindy again allows him to lock on the collar and thigh bands, protesting that they'll make it impossible to try on dresses. He brushes off her objections, before requiring her to also don a pair of high heels.

Cindy again protests. "My feet already hurt from wearing those things all day."

"Sorry, but you need to be in shoes like you'll be wearing with the dress."

Cindy, resigned to her fate, walks to his car in full fetish mode.

Steve drives straight to a dress shop where, he explains, he and Robin had seen a perfect dress for such an occasion, but hadn't bought it as the divorce squashed their plans. It's a very sheik and up-scale store. Cindy's never been there, as she never had the money for the high-fashion stuff they sell.

Once inside, Steve searches and finds the particular dress he had in mind. He's relieved to see it's still on the rack. He pulls it out and shows it to her as a salesgirl walks up. For a moment Cindy is bothered. She just knows that the woman is staring at her collar, but is looking, stunned at what Steve is showing her.

The dress is breath-taking. It's a long and high-necked sheath covered in silver scales, larger than sequins, about the size of quarters. The scales are apparently made of aluminum so they aren't too heavy, but because of their weight, they'll maintain the dress' shape even over her chastity belt and bra. The collar will be visible, but the silver of the dress almost merges with it, and the dress draws attention away from that 'accessory'.

Cindy can understand why it hasn't sold, when she sees the price tag.

"It's fantastically beautiful, but way too expensive," she tells Steve.

He ignores her comment and urges her to try it on. The salesgirl, joins the discussion and encourages her too, pointing to their changing room.

Cindy can't resist, and takes the dress into the private changing cubicle. She emerges a few minutes later to much acclaim, from Steve, the saleswoman and a couple of women who wandered in while she was changing.

Steve stands and stares, grinning from ear-to-ear, as she models the dress.

Cindy can see in the mirror that she looks fantastic. But she's still concerned with the price tag.

When Steve tells the salesgirl, "we'll take it."

Cindy responds, "Oh Steve, are you sure? It's so much money."

"I'm sure," he says, "and we'll take that cape, too. You'll need something appropriate to cover up and keep warm when we're outside."

Cindy sees that he's pointing to an elegant, black velvet cape, like a princess might wear to the ball, hanging on an adjacent rack. Oh. Dear God, she thinks, I'll be the bell of the ball. Every girl's dream.

She giggles, delightedly when she realizes that she'll be the princess locked in a chastity belt.

Steve thinks she's just happy with the pretty dress, and smiles at her, possessively.

In minutes, the dress and the cape are wrapped, paid for and loaded into Steve's Beemer.

Cindy is blown away. She'd never imagined she would ever wear such a beautiful and expensive dress.

Steve takes her to a little Italian restaurant and they eat while Cindy gushes about the dress, and Steve tells her how wonderfully beautiful she looked.