"The Trenchcoat"
When Good Girls Go Bad
Xi - Chapter 2 - The Answer Experiment
It was delayed in the sundown on a Sunday in June. Xi sat down at her computer and happening typing into her journal:
"Experiment 8: The Type Experiment cont'd... I have just returned from the mountain bungalow..."
Xi paused and tried to pleat her thoughts. "You be aware of it's bad when you call for distractions from your distractions," she planning to herself... Since that first great orgasm, the chastity belt ("Anna's Belt" as she had in progress to call it) and the collar seized a solid lodge on her enthrallment. Thus far she had only discovered paradoxes... To pluck out the treasures out of their ornate chest and atmosphere them against her skin certain she would quickly fall unto orgasm. Even if she safe and sound the belt on, her resistance would hastily melt.
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Addiction? She wondered that perhaps it was at epoch. On the other furnish, it hadn't actually affected her special relationships in any manner. Perhaps it would even prevent. It felt accomplished to want again - to pine for again - after two being of being stun.
As well, it didn't sincerely affect her qualified life either. In information, she found that the rational mind that her career required was a great juxtaposition to her new passion. If anything, she had been excelling at her career since the discovery of the belt.
Beyond the corporal infatuation, the belt and collar detective novel her on a highbrow level as well. They were so perfect - such moving parts of art - so weird. In the "open" mode, the belt would be flexible. The collar, meanwhile, could open on one side - levered by a center. In the safe and sound mode, both the belt and the collar would be firm to any resistance.
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There was one gadget that concerned her (even frightened her, yet on some strange level, thrilled her). She would probably be stuck! Permanently! In such a scenario, definitely she would need to be a exceptional contortionist to get the CD back into the belt's slot and yield the treasures to the release mode. Her disquiet was somewhat relieved by an relaxed experiment, however. She determined that if the collar was off your rocker and in the locked mode, something in its pattern stopped the collar from final. That seemed to entail that there was no line of attack she could garments both items safe and sound at the same period.
"Perhaps the belt and the collar were not destined to be damaged by the same self..." Somehow that idea gave Xi a good-humored feeling of satisfaction. Perhaps these substance were made for a couple of people - a couple, both of whom were making sacrifices to one another. Even the statuette on the chest depicted the collar wearer kneeling before the flash woman. It was, of classes, unclear whether the second woman was apprehended within the belt since both women were self-effacingly covered in fine clothes, but one could take upon yourself... "Then again," pondered Xi, "perhaps it's just an education guide showing how to engage the locking system... Though the belt did not grow to be crooked from use, it seemed open to wash it. She could not see any holes or gratings, yet within seconds all the fill with tears had been sucked through the belt departure the interior bone rub down!
It was not a protracted time later that she had gathered her reason and found herself belted, on the edge upon the toilet conducting another test - prepared for the most awful. After finally relaxing enough to consent to go, however, belongings went along as they on average did with perhaps only a mild obstruct in transport and no confusion. How could a liquid so with no trouble be pulled through a metal armor that seemed so rock-hard? It was at that second that she knew... Her surprise desire would be full... Sexual internment. Held criminal and teased. She could not have a lie-down that night - so smitten she was.
By the calculate June ripened with the high temperature of summer, however, Xi had charted the succession of events that took place when she theory to make wear out of the belt. Once these actions were set into motion she found that she was powerless to alter the course down which she was led. When she pulled the belt up and felt the buffer caress and consume her now-smoothly-shaved gender... When she felt the belt's rear slab slide to a sit just past the threshold of invasive... When she felt the belt's gang compress her waist with unyielding persistence... She knew there was no stopping... She would lodge the belt with the floppy disk from the collar and atmosphere the familiar gentle and mysterious pull on her clitoris and lips which no amount or configuration of gesture could enhance. Her hands would machinate with the inkling of spies in search of to sneak past the security of the belt - probing for cracks - manipulating like pawns her secondary centers of passion. Finally and inevitably the point would occur when she found the real pleasure either a lot too difficult to resist or faraway too simple to achieve by reapplying the collar's floppy to unlock the belt, thus venue loose her untempered ambitions. To go out with she had been not capable to wear the belt for longer than 8 hours. To live on that long she had to be numb, exhausted, dreaming of pleasures.
After multiple trials geared toward long-term chastity yielded nothing but collapse, Xi realized what she had to do and, suddenly, a plan urbanized to ensure success.
Four hours by ?auto away from her mother country, there was a mountain bungalow that had been in Xi's personal for almost 36 days (8 more existence than Xi, herself, in verity). The cottage was plain, secluded, and peaceful. It was rewarded off. No one else even had a key to the position. And the voyage time was ultimate - an 8-hour around trip was too slow to undertake during the workweek but for a dire crisis arose.
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