The Locker Pt. 04

(revised to correct a continuity issue involving the shorter collar.)

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 Chapters 1 -3, first.

Cindy and Steve build their relationship, as Cindy continues wearing the chastity belt.

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Resigned to her new normal, Cindy went to work on Monday wearing the belt as she had all the previous week.

As she drove to the office, she found that she had mixed feelings about spending more time locked away, and being manipulated by the belt's stimulation programming. She did, of course, find it to be a huge turn-on. It fed her fantasies and fetishes and kept her almost constantly aroused. The orgasms it gave her were wonderful and hugely enjoyable. She found the constant fear of discovery to be distracting and scary, but also fascinating and another turn-on in the way it provided a form of secret, public bondage. It was hers and Steve's, big secret. She was all locked away, in all of this metal, and no one around her was any the wiser.

The thing that concerned her the most was whether she would eventually become bored, or otherwise desensitized by the belt and its games. She was happy with the budding relationship with Steve. He did seem to be the great guy that Robin said he was. Cindy, however didn't know how far, or for how long she could live with the belt and Steve's push for the fetish life he seemed to enjoy so much. She was enjoying the chastity belt and all of its accessories and behaviors, and the latex, too. They were in tune with her own fantasies, but she remained worried about where it was all heading.

Well, she concluded, there's nothing she could do other than quit the whole thing with Steve, and she wasn't ready or willing to do that.

Before she got out of her car, she checked to make sure that it was still set to Program 28. She didn't want any surprises.

At work, she had the routine down pat, and her colleagues were apparently used to her slightly unusual behaviors.

Cindy worked at her normal pace and had no issues with the interruptions, when she had to slip out to her 7^th floor hide-away. The orgasms the belt generated felt as great as they always did and the arousal mode vibrations afterwards were enjoyable but no longer so distracting that she couldn't concentrate.

That concerned her a little. Was she losing sensitivity in her pussy, ass and breasts as she became accustomed to the vibrators? She didn't like that thought. She was relieved that she certainly hadn't grown accustomed to the belt's orgasm generating speeds and functions. She guessed that only time would tell.

In the afternoon, she was on a business call when the belt gave her the five-minute warning that an orgasm session was imminent. She got panicky when she couldn't end the call, and finally broke it off, saying, embarrassed, that she had an urgent need for a bathroom break. As soon as she hung up, she headed to her quiet room, but didn't make I in time! She was in the hallway, ten yards from the door when the vibrators suddenly started ramping up. Cindy squeaked and staggered, and involuntarily grabbed at her steal-covered crotch.

She staggered the last few steps and pushed through the door, before collapsing onto the room's large padded chair. There, she was able to relax a little and pant through her orgasm. Only afterward did she realize that the door hadn't closed all the way. The latch hadn't caught and the door hadn't locked.

Oh, my God, she thought! She can't ever let that happen again. Someone could have easily stumbled onto her in the midst of the happening. She would have never been able to explain or live through something like that! She had to be more careful!

It took her longer than normal to recover after that and she was late for her next meeting. A couple of her friends noticed her discomfiture and asked her if she was OK.

She had to assure them that everything was alright, and explain it away as just an upset stomach from something she ate at lunch.

After that, the day finished quietly and she went home to meet up with Steve.

He was waiting impatiently in his car for her return. He must be in love, he thought wryly, else why would he be sitting here, so anxious to see her. He now spent a large part of his day, daydreaming of her walking around in her belt. All too often, if he allowed himself too much time thinking of her, he found his cock embarrassingly hard and even dripping in his underwear.

When she pulled up, he was relieved and thrilled by the sight.

As soon as they were in her house, he unlocked her belt and they worked together to prepare a nice meal.

When she told him about her afternoon adventure, Steve just laughed. He enjoyed imagining her being discovered and having to talk her way out of it. She, however, didn't think it was so funny. If the wrong person had found her, she really could have lost her job! But you couldn't have been raped, he joked.

During the meal Steve told her that he'd like to meet for dinner straight away after work tomorrow. They could then spend the night at his house. She agreed and promised to pack some clothes so she could leave straight from there for work on Wednesday morning.

He then went on to explain that he wouldn't be able to see her on Wednesday as he had a poker game planned with a bunch of friends. Thursday would be their next chance to get together. They discussed it and agreed to meet at her house, that night.

After dinner they soon fell into bed and for hours made quiet and gentle love.

Afterwards, tired, Cindy took a shower and as soon as she came out, Steve locked her back into her chastity belt and bra. She wasn't particularly happy. She had hoped to be able to sleep the night naked, or perhaps in a little latex, but it was not to be.

Steve even locked her collar and thigh bands on, as well. When she protested, he said, "Don't worry, I'll unlock them in the morning at 7:00. You can take them off before you head out the door."

She knew that arguing would be useless, so she just kissed him goodbye as he let himself out. A few minutes later, she crawled back into bed for yet another night locked up. As she laid there, she realized that she had gotten used to that too, more or less. Sleeping in her chastity outfit, was no longer really all that difficult.

She drifted off to sleep resigned to her fetish-driven life.

When Steve's alarm went off, in the morning, he immediately thought of Cindy, missing her. He reached for his phone and bringing up the master control app, he released her from the belt's accessories. As he crawled out of bed, he was already looking forward to tonight.

Cindy struggled through using the toilet while wearing the bands. Preventing her from spreading her legs, they made it frustratingly difficult to empty her bowels and clean herself. It was messy and gross, so she quickly jumped into the shower afterwards.

She was dressed and ready to head to her office when the collar and thigh bands unlocked, the next morning.

Tuesday progressed as they all had of late. Cindy worked efficiently, as she always had before, except for the pleasant interruptions caused by the belt's programming.

Mid-morning, Cindy called Robin and invited her to meet for dinner on Wednesday. She explained that Steve had said that he was playing poker with friends, and admitted that she was a little concerned that he might be seeing someone else.

Robin assured her that Steve did love poker and that he often got together with five or six of his friends for a 'dollars' game, at which he often either won, or lost a hundred dollars, or more.

They agreed to meet up after work at the same restaurant they'd met before, half-way between their two houses.

After work Cindy met Steve at one of his favorite restaurants, and they enjoyed the food and drink, as they chatted comfortably about their respective days.

Steve, of course, wanted to hear about the belt's behaviors and how Cindy enjoyed the orgasms it generated. She admitted that they felt as good as ever.

He almost seemed disappointed when she didn't have any complications, as she had on the previous day.

After their meal they drove, separately to his house.

Steve didn't unlock her immediately, that night. Instead they settled down with drinks on his couch in front of a warm fire and necked for a while before Cindy slid down his body and opened his pants. Steve was very pleased and enjoyed the long, slow blow job she gave him. This time she didn't swallow, though, she caught his ejaculation on a handful of napkins, and only cleaned him up afterwards with her mouth.

A short while later they moved into his bedroom where he finally unlocked her belt. It was then Cindy's turn as he used his mouth and tongue to get her off several times.

They fell asleep, happy and warm in his bed.

The next morning, a little late, Cindy got into the shower first, in a hurry to make it to work on time. As soon as she came out, hair brushed and make-up in place, Steve locked the belt and bra back onto her damp body and watched her slip on her dress, and shoes. Knowing that he would insist upon it, Cindy had included a pair of the sky-high heels.

He was pleased that she was wearing the sexy shoes, but commented casually that he thought her makeup could be a bit heavier and erotic.

"I'm only going to work," Cindy replied, a bit piqued, "the people in the office don't need to see the sexy, sultry me."

"Oh, but I love to dream of you looking like that all day long."

He grabbed and hugged her, and messed up her lipstick as he kissed her. Obviously, a man in love.

She giggled and then redid her lips before she ducked out the door. She'd have to grab a cup of coffee and a muffin at the Starbucks in the lobby of the building on her way up to her office.

Today the belt was particularly demanding, depending on how you looked at it. Twice in the morning it interrupted her work and forced typically entertaining orgasms on her. Immediately after lunch and again later in the afternoon the same thing happened. By her fourth session of the day, in her seventh-floor hideaway, she was exhausted and had no interest in work. She spent her last hour in the office, day dreaming and looking forward to her dinner date with Robin.

As soon as she could, she closed down and headed off to the restaurant where they'd met before.

As Cindy walked in, she spotted Robin, pretty as ever, sitting at a small table off to one side. She worked her way over and Robin got up and gave her a big hug and even a quick kiss on the lips, surprising her a little, before they sat down. As always, Robin was elegantly and sexily dressed in a short skirt, silk blouse and high heels.

They chatted as they ate and drank like two old friends. They did, after all have a lot in common.

Cindy shared stories of the Symphony, focusing on the dress, rather than the incident during the show.

"I remember that dress," Robin said, "It was gorgeous. I'm not surprised Steve bought it for you. I'm sure you looked fantastic in it."

Smiling, only a bit self-consciously, "I did. But it was so expensive, I felt guilty accepting it."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Steve makes a lot of cash, and he has a lot stashed away from when his parents died. He can afford it. That's why he doesn't hesitate to buy all of the fetish stuff."

Cindy was relieved, "That's good. I don't feel so bad, now."

Later, Cindy well lubricated with wine, shared the story of their walk in the woods with her in full latex.

Fascinated, and a little jealous, Robin asked, "you wore the hood, too? Out in public?"

"Yes," Cindy said, blushing. She, herself couldn't really believe that she had actually paraded around completely covered like that.

"But the craziest part was that while we were making out on a blanket in the woods, and I mean really getting it on, a woman and her dog discovered us."

"Oh no," Robin said, although she was smiling, as was Cindy.

Laughing Cindy continued, "yup. Afterwards, as they were walking away, having gotten a good look, Steve joked that we should have invited them to join in."

Robin laughed too. "Well, was the woman pretty? It could have been an interesting party. I know I would have joined in. I couldn't have resisted playing with you in your latex?"

Cindy laughed, but she was actually picturing herself, Steve and Robin screwing, together on the blanket in the woods. It really turned her on.

Robin looked wistfully at Cindy, "I miss the latex, you know. I wish I hadn't left those things in the locker for you to find. I'm only now buying some of my favorite things."

Cindy was surprised and intrigued by Robin's admission.

"Gee, Steve mentioned that you enjoyed that stuff, but I figured you were just playing along with his fantasy."

"No problem, forget it," Robin replied. She changed the subject, asking how Cindy was coping with the chastity belt.

Cindy admitted that she was enjoying it, although she sometimes felt that it was ruling her life.

They continued to enjoy themselves until Robin caught Cindy yawning and they noticed how late it was getting.

Throughout dinner, both of them had been waiting nervously for the belt to start up on Cindy, but it had apparently decided the timing wasn't right. Cindy was relieved, but Robin was just a tiny bit disappointed.

Robin paid their bill, brushing off Cindy's protests by saying that she had really enjoyed their 'date' and wanted to do it again sometime soon.

They parted in the parking lot, giving each other a friendly hug and a somewhat more than friendly kiss.

Cindy slept well having had such a good time with Robin. It was nice to have a friend who she liked so much, and that she could confide in. And, who had such similar tastes in men and in kinky sex.

She woke up feeling happy and content. She showered, still in the belt, and headed off to work. She was in such a good mood that she even wore comfortable shoes and light makeup. She expected to get some shit from Steve, but didn't really care.

When she arrived at work, she ran into one of her friends who noticed her attitude and asked if she was so happy because she 'got some' from her new boyfriend, last night. Cindy honestly said 'no' and went on to explain that she had just had a nice girl-date with a good friend.

It wasn't until the late morning, again during a call, that the belt gave her the warning of impending orgasm. Cindy had to hurriedly end the conversation. She did it gracefully enough that her client didn't seem offended. She was able to make it to the seventh floor just in time. Her orgasm, this time seemed especially nice, she wasn't sure if it was because of the rush, the longer time since her last O, or the good mood she was still in after last night's dinner.

Other than that, her day progressed as usual, with only one other belt session in the afternoon.

She left a little early and picked up a nice steak to prepare for dinner with Steve.

He was waiting for her when she got home and before he could say anything about her shoes and make-up, she showed him the steak and told him of the fine dinner she would cook for him.

Once they were in the house, perhaps as a way of punishing her, Steve insisted that she put on her collar and thigh bands. She complied, only a little reluctantly, feeling a bit guilty for not following his desired dress code.

While they ate, he regaled her with stories of the poker game with his buddies, and how he first won hundreds and then lost it all back. He did ask her about her evening and was pleased when she told him that she had gone out with a girl-friend. He was clearly disappointed, though, when she told him that she hadn't had to deal with a belt-induced public orgasm.

"You would have liked that, wouldn't you?" She scolded him, "embarrassing me with my friend in front of the whole restaurant."

"Only a little, unless I'd been there to watch" he replied with a devilish smile.

He kept her locked away as they enjoyed the meal and even as they crawled into bed afterward. He only unlocked her for an hour of sex, before he put the belt and bra back on her just prior to his departure.

Relieved that she didn't have to deal with thigh bands and their restrictions. Cindy went back to bed, looking forward to the upcoming weekend. They had already made arrangements for her to spend the time at his place, starting Friday night.

She had no idea what he planned, but knew it would be kinky and filled with fun and sex. She also liked the weekend nights, where she could sleep soundly, unfettered, and in Steve's arms, skin-on-skin.

She woke early and packed a small suitcase before getting ready for work. TGIF! Knowing that she'd be heading straight to Steve's from work, she made sure to wear high heels and full and slightly heavy makeup. She also packed the collar and thigh bands.

Work was work. It seemed that for a Friday, far too many tasks and issues showed up and had to be addressed. She almost resented the belt's three interruptions that spread across the day, almost. One of them was a false alarm, so she was able to leave her hiding space after only five minutes and get back to slaving away, trying to finish by her normal quitting time.

She almost made it, leaving the office about fifteen minutes later than normal.

Steve was waiting for her when she got to his place.

Once inside, they kissed and hugged, and Cindy began getting aroused.

After Steve escorted her into his bedroom, Cindy allowed him to strip her, as she expected that he was going to remove everything in preparation for a sex-filled start to the weekend. She was really looking forward to ridding herself of the belt.

She was disappointed, though, when he replaced the small collar with the larger one and presented the thigh bands for her to step into.

Once she was wearing the full ensemble, he handed her back the dress, "we have reservations for dinner in a half-hour, why don't you freshen up for a few minutes and then we'll need to head out."

Cindy, now both disappointed and nervous as always about wearing the, 'slave' collar out in public, slipped her dress over her head and smoothed it down as she wandered into the bathroom to relieve herself and touch up her makeup.

Steve drove them to a nice Italian place part-way across town.

Cindy was, as always, embarrassed by the looks she got as they walked into the place, but was relieved when she saw that the dining room was dimly lit and that their table was in an out of the way corner.

They enjoyed their meal, chatting about their jobs and customers.

Later, they talked through Steve's plans for the weekend. Cindy was excited to hear that he wanted to again visit the Botanical Garden, as the weather was supposed to be unusually warm for this time of year. She had fond memories of their last visit.

"What would you like me to wear? Any requests?" She asked, coquettishly.

"Well, I was thinking that a little latex might be fun. How about that bodysuit that you wore on our first Sunday date? The corset and boots, too, of course."

She nodded, accepting the plan, always happy to wear the sexy latex.

Having finished their meal, they headed back to Steve's large house.

As soon as they arrived, Steve unlocked the belt and its accessories and they dove straight into his big bed. Cindy relaxed, happy to be free of the belt's restrictions, as Steve began to kiss his way down to her sex. He was good with his mouth and tongue. Before long, Cindy began to get excited and had her first orgasm.