The Locker Pt. 06

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.

Author's second note: Based on some of the comments – I do read them, appreciate them and take them to heart – this story is getting a little long, and perhaps repetitive or formulaic. I understand. I build my tales in my imagination as a series of scenes, and sometimes there are just too many. Perhaps some should wind up on the cutting room floor, but alas, I have no editor and length restriction, as a movie has.

Also, I have a hard time writing those 'time flies' transitions...

Read Chapters 1-5, first.

Cindy and Steve continue to build their relationship, and play with their fantasies.

They woke, early, to the sound of the alarm. Both of them had to rush to get ready and head to work.

As Cindy was already wearing her chastity outfit, Steve just swapped the larger collar for the smaller one before they left the house.

While driving to her office it occurred to Cindy that she hadn't discussed the possibility of resetting the program so she wouldn't have to wear the thigh bands to and from her office building.

She had meant to, as Steve had promised to change it back to 28, if she asked. She hadn't been sure if she was really going to make the demand, but she had intended to at least talk about it.

As was her norm, these days, Cindy parked in the far corner of the garage and worked the bands off of her legs before heading into her office.

She had only been at her desk for 20 minutes when Steve called her cell.

"Hi honey, I'm sorry, but I have to take another trip to fix a problem in our Munich offices. I'll be taking tonight's red-eye flight, so we won't be able to get together tonight and I won't be back until Friday evening."

"Oh, Steve, really? I don't suppose you'll unlock the belt before you go, will you?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a chuckle. "Actually, I will dream of you and your belt, the whole time I'm gone. It will be really hard on me."

"Hard on you? Hah. I'm the one locked away."

"Oh, come on, we both know the belt will keep you happy."

Cindy had to agree with him on that point, "I guess you're right about that. I'll get my wonderful orgasms from the belt, and you'll have to relieve yourself manually."

That idea made Cindy laugh.

"Hey, don't get too reliant on that belt. Remember, I give you better sex than that thing does."

Cindy was having fun, teasing him, "well, that's what I tell you, anyway."

She continued laughing at his expense.

Steve was getting a little pissed, so he changed the subject.

"OK, OK, enough. Can you pick me up at the airport on Friday evening? I'll text you my flight number. Pack a bag for another fun weekend at my place. I'm sure by then I'll want to screw your lights out as soon as we get home and throughout the entire weekend, too."

Cindy liked that idea. She told him that she would be happy to pick him up and drive them to his place.

He apologized again and told her he loved her before hanging up and heading to his next meeting.

Despite the light-hearted banter, Cindy was disappointed and upset that she'd be without her lover, and locked in the belt all week.

Although she did appreciate the orgasms the belt gave her, she would really miss the loving companionship, and more importantly the great sex she got from him.

With such a depressing start to her day, the rest of it was a real drag. Except for the two orgasms the belt gave her, there was nothing else to cheer her up. It also occurred to her that she had again forgotten to talk to Steve about the thigh band requirements of the current program. Damn!

When the day finally drew to a close, she walked slowly out to her car, struggled to get the thigh bands in place, and drove to her lonely house.

She spent a quiet and boring night, reading a novel and listening to soft music. The belt interrupted and gave her a nice but not spectacular orgasm just before she headed off to bed.

As she was getting dressed in the morning, she checked the belt's display and was surprised to see that it showed Program 30. 'What the hell?' She thought. What's that all about? Steve never mentioned a new program.

It really frightened her when she realized that she had no idea what it might be set to do to her.

She was grabbing her phone to call him when she realized that he would still be in the airplane, and she knew from past discussions that he couldn't or wouldn't answer calls when he was in flight.

Shit! Shit, shit...

She called anyway and left a very unhappy voice mail for him.

Next, she used the ChastiWife app to text the belt owner: him. On it she demanded to know what had changed.

She remained pissed and scared as she drove to the office. She was a little relieved when the bands unlocked as they always did.

Cindy settled into her office and started working on her latest project, but she's, distracted by the unknown and waiting impatiently for Steve to call.

When she gets a five-minute warning, she's again relieved that the belt seems to be behaving normally.

Ensconced in her 7th floor room, she feels the vibrators start ramping up, and in response, her arousal grows. She forgets her worries as she enjoys the feelings. But, just as her pussy starts juicing and clenching, the belt shuts down the vibrators and they revert to the much slower paced arousal mode.

"What the hell?" Cindy blurts out loud. "What just happened?"

She waits for ten minutes and there's no other action from the belt. Giving up, she heads back to her office, frustrated and unsatisfied. At her desk the program hits the end of the arousal mode period, and all goes quiet. It only adds to Cindy's anger.

Twice more, that day, the belt puts her through the same process. Edging her. Driving her nuts.

And still there's no word from Steve. She calls him again, and again is sent to voice mail, where she leaves him a message full of four-letter words.

Cindy heads home in the evening feeling like hell. She's as horny as she's been in ages. After all, for over a month, either Steve or the belt have given her numerous orgasms, every day. Now, nothing.

And not a word from the SOB, either.

Arriving home, she fixes herself a simple meal and then plants herself in front of the TV, watching some stupid reality show.

Finally, her phone rings, and seeing that it's Steve. She starts in on him as soon as she clicks the 'answer' button.

"What the hell have you done to me?" she demands. "What's program 30? Is it really intended to just keep me on edge all the time? Are you trying to drive me crazy with lust? You SOB!"

When she pauses to take a breath, she's infuriated when she hears him chuckling on the other end. She almost hangs up on him, but catches herself before she does. She needs to hear what he has to say.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she asks, "well? Tell me. What have you done?"

Steve clears his throat, "well, I just wanted to make sure you miss me. The belt can sense when you're starting or ending an orgasm. That's how it knows when to shift to arousal mode, after you finish. Program 30 tells it to stop when it senses you starting."

Pausing, he sighs, "I'm sorry, but I can't stand the thought that you might become so comfortable and happy with the orgasms the belt gives you that you won't want me anymore. Remember, that's why I set program 21 to shock Robin every time it gave her an orgasm. The new program doesn't shock you."

"No," Cindy replies, "it just tortures me by taking me to the edge and then shutting me out."

"Please set it back to 29. Actually, I'd prefer program 28. I meant to talk to you about the thigh band rules. It's really a pain to have to put them on in the car before I can drive home."

"No."

"What do you mean no? No to turning off program 29?" Cindy was really getting pissed.

Steve could tell. But he was in no mood to buckle under her pressure. He was enjoying things the way they were. Perhaps it was the jet lag, or work, or just because he was turned on by the control he had over her, but he had no intention of changing anything.

"No, I won't change anything."

Cindy was a bit shocked that he was being so obstinate.

"Oh please, honey, give me a break, here. I'll settle for just returning to program 29. I'll wear the bands all the time I'm not at work. But the edging is going to drive me crazy."

"The edging is going to make sure you miss me and when I get home, you're going to be so horny you'll want to jump my bones right there on the luggage carousel. This will be good for you, and for me."

"You shit!" Is all she can think of to say.

Steve decides that this part of the conversation is over so he tries to change the subject.

"Don't you want to know how my flight went, or what the trouble is that brought me to Germany?"

"No," she practically yells, "if you're not going to be reasonable. I think I'm done talking."

She pauses and sighs, "Good night lover. I do still love you, even when you're being an unreasonable prick."

Steve is wishing her good night, when he hears the click of the line going dead.

Well, he thinks, that could have gone better. She's had more orgasms over the last few weeks, than she's probably had in the past year. I think this may be good for her.

That's his last semi-coherent thought before, totally exhausted, he falls asleep.

Cindy drags herself to work on Wednesday, still tired from a rough night. It took her hours to finally get over her call with Steve and fall asleep.

She had performed her normal morning rituals, and driven to work, like a robot.

She doesn't even have the energy to curse the bands, as she peels them off, while sitting in her car.

At her desk she listlessly works through some paperwork, waiting for the belt to torture her.

She's sitting there, feeling sorry for herself, when Robin calls her.

"Hi Cindy, I was thinking about a change of pace. How about coming to my place for dinner tonight, instead of the restaurant. I've been eating out too much lately and would just like to relax at home with something light and healthy. Would that be OK? I'll text you my address."

Cindy simply says "OK."

When Robin hears Cindy's stunted reply, she senses something is wrong.

"Hey, girl, sounds like something's wrong. What's up?"

"Oh, I'll tell you tonight. OK? See you around 5:30?"

"All right, but you have me worried. You come straight over after work, ya hear?"

"I will, see you later."

When she hung up, Cindy realized that she was acting like a petulant child, and vowed to straighten out her attitude before she met up with her friend.

She knew that she was being a bit of a baby. Was she so addicted to the belt's orgasms that when she didn't get them, she lost it, or was it the way the belt was torturing her that was so upsetting? She could feel her libido climbing. She was getting hornier by the hour, and it was making her look forward to Steve's return, more and more.

He was probably right when he said she'd want to fuck him right there in the airport. That thought lightened her mood, and she actually giggled.

But damn him, anyway.

And, of course, just then the belt's vibrators started up giving her the warning. Even though she knew that she wouldn't be coming, she headed down to the 7th floor, so she could suffer in peace.

When she returned to her office, she was hornier than ever, and there was no end in sight.

After two more suffering sessions, she was finished for the day, and headed to Robin's.

Her struggles with the bands seemed less important and frustrating when compared to her tortures at the hands of the belt's vibrators. Go figure...

When Cindy arrives at the address Robin provided, she's blown away by the building. It's a tall tower complex located across from the city's largest, and nicest green space.

After depositing her car in the visitors' section of the attached parking garage Cindy made her way to the elevators and up to the 17th floor. She noticed that there were only 18 in the building.

Robin greets her warmly, with a big hug at the door to her condo, and they chat while Robin conducts the obligatory tour.

Robin shows her the large master bedroom, and the second bedroom that she's turned into an office, complete with a sophisticated computer set-up.

They then finish up in the huge great room that includes a gourmet kitchen, a cozy dining corner and a great living area with comfortable furniture all focused on a wall of windows, that overlooks the city, below.

Cindy is really impressed by her friend's luxurious home. It's not particularly huge, but it is elegantly decorated, and the views, especially from the private balcony are fantastic.

Robin avoids questioning Cindy about what's bothering her. She figures that Cindy will get to it when she's ready to talk about it.

They wind up in the kitchen where they work together to assemble a nice salad and open a bottle of wine.

As they eat, they just discuss simple things, of no real consequence. They laugh as Robin describes a disastrous date with a guy who was as shallow on the inside as he was hunky on the outside.

After dinner they settle down with their drinks on a comfortable couch overlooking the city and watch the sunset and the lights begin to shine.

As they sit, quietly talking, the belt gives Cindy the five-minute warning and then only edges her, like it has done the last couple of days.

Robin of course notices when Cindy starts to squirm. She's familiar with the behavior and what it means. But after a few minutes, when Cindy doesn't indicate a happy conclusion to the session, she realizes that something's not right.

She sits and watches as Cindy composes herself, and waits patiently for an explanation.

When Cindy looks over at Robin, she decides it's time to tell the story. She opens up, and explains to Robin the tale of the belt's latest program. What Steve is doing to her. How it's driving her crazy-horny, as in: losing her mind.

Robin is sympathetic and a bit upset that Steve would do that to her friend. She suggests revenge.

"I think you need to get back at good old Steve for doing that to you. Teach him a lesson."

Cindy isn't sure that's the answer. She's afraid that if she challenged him, she could ruin their relationship. And, she fears that Robin may be pushing that approach because of her own history with the guy.

They debate the idea, back and forth, as they consume more and more wine.

Eventually, Cindy concludes that Robin knows Steve better than she does, and that if she thinks that punishment is the best way to deal with Steve, she'll do it.

So, after opening yet another bottle, they begin plotting Cindy's revenge.

They spend the next two hours giggling like a couple of teen-aged girls planning a school prank on some goon.

As the night progresses, their plans for Steve get more and more elaborate and, admittedly, evil. Eventually, a design they consider suitable is completed, but not before they get uproariously drunk.

Cindy, is worse off than Robin, probably because she was much more emotionally involved with the situation.

It wasn't until two AM, that Cindy realized how late it actually was. "Oh my God, look at the time. I have to go to work tomorrow. I need to get home."

Robin not quite as bad off as her friend, heard the slurred words and saw how unsteady Cindy was on her feet.

"No, no, no, you can't drive in your condition, and it's too late and scary to call Uber. Just stay here tonight."

"Oh, I don't want to be in the way, and we both have to work tomorrow."

"Let's face it, neither of us will be ready for work tomorrow, I foresee massive hangovers in our future. Let's just call in sick, in the morning. Our job's will still be there on Friday."

Cindy laughed, "you're right about that. I don't remember the last time I drank this much, or had this much fun, with a girlfriend or a man, for that matter."

Cindy thought for a moment and then continued, "OK, let's do it. I'll just crash here on the couch."

Saying that, she collapsed back onto the cushions, seemingly ready to pass out, then and there.

Robin though, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back onto her feet.

The last thing Cindy really heard was Robin saying something about the bed.

When Cindy woke up in the early morning, she was laying on her back in Robin's big bed, in just her chastity ensemble. Robin was lying next to her, on her side, naked and with an arm and a leg draped over Cindy's chest and thigh.

Well, this is kind of awkward, she thought.

She laid there, with her head pounding, but fascinated by the development. She knew that nothing sexual had happened. She knew that she had been too drunk and too locked away to have participated in anything sexual.

But the idea was kind of intriguing.

In any case, she had to use the bathroom, so she slowly and gently untangled herself from beneath Robin's warm and admittedly luscious body.

Just as she was walking into the master bath, she heard Robin mumble, "good morning, sweetie, do you feel as miserable as I do?"

Cindy tried to laugh, but couldn't, "I'm probably feeling worse."

When she returned, Robin was sitting up in bed, with her cell phone in her hand.

"I'm calling into work. Get your phone and come back, so you can do the same."

Cindy staggered out to the living space to find her purse and returned a few minutes later.

Robin had already dialed, and was dictating a message to her boss' voice mail. As she spoke, she swept back the covers so Cindy could climb back into bed beside her.

Cindy, shrugged, thinking 'why not?' and climbed under the still warm sheets.

She sat up next to her friend and dialed her own boss. She left a similar voice mail, explaining that she had eaten something last night and was feeling miserable with serious stomach problems. It was only a little lie.

Robin, in the meantime had used the bathroom and settled back into the bed.

They both agreed that more sleep was required so without any more discussion, they stretched back out as they had last night. Cindy, of course, laid on her back as the metal outfit required, while Robin turned her back and laid on her side.

Cindy quickly forgot that she was sharing a bed with her friend, and drifted back off to sleep.

Several hours later they both began to stir.

Moaning, Robin got out of bed and wandered, still naked, out to the kitchen to start the coffee. She was obviously comfortable in her own skin, and in her own place.

Cindy watched her go, admiring the view, a little too much, before she too got up and followed. She at least had a covering, kinky and metallic though it was.

Although they were both disheveled, and still feeling miserable, they were a very pretty sight. Their almost identical bodies were beautiful, as they worked side-by-side on breakfast.

They sat facing each other at the small breakfast table and commiserated with each other over their pounding heads.

The belt picked that time to start up for the first session of the day.

Robin looked over when Cindy cried, "Oh Damn, here it goes again. Excuse me."

She then walked back into the bedroom, to suffer in private.

Robin, understanding what Cindy was going through let her go, without a word.

She returned to the table about fifteen minutes later.

Robin looked up casually, "arousal mode?"

"Yes, but I've learned to ignore it, at least for the most part."

Robin, just nodded, but she was thinking: 'I was never able to ignore it.'