Danielle's Story

Previous readers may know Danielle's Story contains consensual female chastity, but Part 8 introduces some new elements: Fmf, male chastity, kidnapping, and non-consent.

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Joe Young kept Danielle's usual appointment time at 7pm on Friday. "Good evening, Ms. Marcan," he said when he entered her personal space. She wrinkled her nose and offered him a thin smile. "I know this must be awkward for you, but we're going to get your inspection done and I have some questions for you."

She peered at him quizzically. He's never polite, she thought with suspicion.

"Why do you have these appointments occurring weekly?"

Danielle looked puzzled. "Is that unusual?"

"Indeed," he replied, partially distracted with the tools he took from his case and laid out on her coffee table. He didn't bother to lay a cloth down to protect the wood as Adam always did. "Weekly appointments are normal in the beginning. They usually peter off to monthly sessions after a few weeks. Unless I see issues in today's inspection, we'll cut these down to monthly visits."

"You think you might be with me for months?"

"I don't know how long I'll be serving in this capacity. We'll get you in counseling to take care of the psychological component of the monitor's responsibility but I'll take care of your physical well-being. That'll have to do until either Officer Grant returns to his position or you are assigned to another monitor's case load. We are short staffed, though."

Mr. Young's inspection relied on the use of a small pillory that would fit around Danielle's neck, holding her hands up by her face, a spreader bar for her ankles, and a stern warning not to dare step out of place while the belt and thigh bands were off. He removed and set the thigh bands down on the sofa and unbuttoned her blouse to check the fit of the composite bra around her breasts and rib cage. Satisfied that Danielle would be unable to squeeze fingers or objects beneath the cups to get any stimulation, he moved onto her belt. He slipped a finger under the waistband and tugged at the front plate. "Have you lost weight?" he asked, touching the magnetic key to the front of the waistband. The belt separated in his hands and he carefully removed it.

"Maybe a few pounds," Danielle responded as Mr. Young guided her legs far apart and secured them in place with the spreader bar. Heaven forbid he should let her close her legs and feel pressure on her pussy, Danielle thought, annoyed. She eyed an armchair and imagined positioning herself over it, grinding down on the padded armrest.

"Are you aroused right now?" Mr. Young asked, noting the state of Danielle's pussy. He opened his laptop to take some notes.

Danielle blushed. How could she not get aroused when the belt was off? As fleeting as the chance may be for relief, it was the only opportunity she ever got. "It's not you or what you're doing to me," Danielle said quickly. "It's just that when it's off I start to imagine things."

Mr. Young smirked at her. "That's precisely why I secured you. Don't worry, Ms. Marcan. You're safe from yourself."

Mr. Young left Danielle to stand still for a half-hour while he made some on-the-spot adjustments to the belt. "It can be taken in or let out with the right tools," he told her as he turned screws inside the belt where they would be unreachable once it was locked onto her body.

"You can get dressed. We need to discuss some things before I leave." When she was ready, he had her sit and he began. "I'm supposed to ask all of Officer Grant's charges about their interactions with him. Has he ever approached you for sexual favors or made inappropriate offers that might lead you to believe that he could reduce your sentence?"

"No, of course not," Danielle said. "He's never been anything other than professional with me."

"Has he kissed you, or touched you inappropriately, outside of the context of his duties?"

Does he know?

Danielle wondered. She thought carefully about her response. "It wasn't inappropriate really, but some accidents occurred. Touches that shouldn't have happened, for example." She further explained how Adam Grant suggested pursuing a relationship with her. "Everything was above board," she insisted.

Mr. Young looked genuinely surprised to hear that. "So you're saying that Adam Grant, a man of unscrupulous morals, has developed feelings for a criminal in his care: a woman who broke the law multiple times and sold her friend out to the authorities to lessen her own sentence."

Annoyance flashed across Danielle's face. "Officer Grant has a higher opinion of me than you do, but unlike you, he's actually taken the time to get to know me." Danielle opted against detailing the orgasm that Adam gave her. She decided that the "inappropriate touches'' she'd already reported covered it well enough. There was no reason to arm Mr. Young with information that could be misconstrued and used against Adam.

"What exactly is going on, Mr. Young?"

"I don't have all the details, but when someone is pulled from all their cases, it's usually because of a formal complaint

alleging

wrongdoing." Mr. Young paused. Could it be that Danielle was the one who'd filed the report? Was she deluded about Adam Grant's intentions toward her?

"It seems to me that one of Officer Grant's charges got the wrong idea about him and imagined that he was romantically interested in her," he said, smirking. "Reports like this get filed all of the time. People get locked up in these belts and get confused about the power and authority that their monitor has over them. This is doubly so when the charge is naturally submissive, as you are. They think their monitors are interested in them and when the monitor does not reciprocate, things can get messy."

Danielle felt the accusation in his words, and she decided to change the subject. "You'll take the thigh bands off next month when we have our appointment?"

He looked at her quizzically as he resecured her devices and released her wrists from the pillory around her neck. "Why would I remove the bands?"

"The punishment is for one month."

Mr. Young scrolled through his laptop, reviewing the notes on her profile. "No. It doesn't say that. It says the bands will be applied for a minimum of one month. The original warning says your monitor can opt to use them for the duration of your sentence with the D.O.C." He pulled his glasses from his face and looked at Danielle. "I think you need them, and I am choosing to keep them in place."

Panic set in instantaneously. "No!" she shouted at him. "That's not what Officer Grant said! He said..." She paused while she recalled his exact words. "He

meant

one month, and the longer time frame was a threat. It's one month. I'm only supposed to be in them for one month!"

"Officer Grant is not here, and I don't think he's going to be your monitor going forward," he said, tucking his laptop into his bag and closing it.

"Your hormones are so strong that immediately after being convicted of a serious crime, you solicited me for sex," he explained. "Sex was a higher priority for you than feeling remorse for involving your best friend in your illegal activities. When your next long-term monitor is found, the notes they will see will all indicate that you should be in these bands for the next four and a half years."

"No, no, no!" Danielle shrieked, but Mr. Young remained unmoved.

This can't be happening!

When Mr. Young left for the evening, she removed her skirt and pulled and tugged at the hated bands hoping to reveal some weakness in their design. She pulled her thighs apart as wide as she could get them and then continued to strain against the confines of the short cord which connected her legs together. The composite cord was deceptively strong, and it held firmly when she grabbed it and heaved with all her might, trying to snap it. Tears streamed down her face. She'd lost Adam as her monitor, she may have misconstrued his advances and made them out to be more serious than he intended, and these fucking bands could be on her for the next four and a half years. In fact, she reasoned, there was a decent possibility that she was nothing more than a conquest for Adam if other women were complaining about him. What if he makes proposals like this to lots of women just to see who will take the bait? Adam knows exactly how to reach her and where to find her, so why hadn't he contacted her to explain things? Everything was suddenly a mess!

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"Jennifer, you can't do this," Joe Young told his girlfriend the following evening. I need my phone back in the room with me. What if I get a call?"

"I'm pretty sure I

can

do this," Jennifer replied, tightening the straps on Joe's wrists and ankles. "And don't worry about your phone. You're busy with me right now." She stepped back to admire her work.

"Besides," she added. "There's no service up here."

The mountain cabin Jennifer had taken him to was meant to be a romantic retreat, but the tenor of their getaway changed quickly once they arrived. She had wanted to experiment with being a Domme, and Joe had agreed, interested to see that side of her. In the primary bedroom of the cabin, Jennifer had rigged up a system to tie Joe down spread eagle on the bed. She had asked him to make some composite cuffs for his own ankles and wrists, but Joe crafted a backdoor release into the items that he could use to free himself... but only if his phone was in the same room and in range of his voice. Jennifer snatched it off the nightstand where he left it and removed it from range. She was onto him and his tricks and wanted this to be an authentic experience of domination. It was not his nature to accept being at someone else's mercy.

"There's no service? Why didn't you tell me that before we left? Jennifer, I need to stay in contact with work. I'm serving as an interim monitor for several of Adam Grant's charges. What if I get a call?"

Jennifer raised her eyebrow. "You're serving as a monitor? Why you?"

"Short staffed," he explained tersely. "Please bring my phone in here."

Understanding dawned on Jennifer's face. "Joe, do you have custody of Danielle?"

"Temporarily," he confirmed.

Jennifer quickly suppressed the expression of surprise that flashed across her beautiful face. "We don't have a signal up here. The phone stays where it is."

Joe jerked in protest as Jennifer dragged her perfectly polished fingernail across his chest and down to his groin where she coaxed his cock into hardness. "I see you like it when a woman takes the reins."

He would worry about the phone later, Joe decided. For the moment, he was safe and he would focus on his physical desires. She straddled his chest, facing his cock, and leaned forward to give him a view of her ass, which was the only access he'd ever had to her body since she had been forcibly locked into a chastity belt six months ago.

"Maybe you've got a little bit of masochism in you after all," Jennifer purred. She stroked his length, pumping him to grow harder, and then took his head into her mouth, suckling his sensitive skin, and rolling her tongue along the rim. She licked him from tip to base and finally took him fully into her mouth, swallowing as needed to accommodate him. She fondled his balls in one hand and balanced her weight on the other as she brought him to the brink of climax and stopped. "Isn't it so frustrating to be denied your climax when you're so close?"

"Oh, come on, Jennifer. Finish me off!" He tugged impotently at the restraints and bucked his hips, searching for her hands or mouth. His view was entirely blocked by her backside, which was thrust into his face.

"No." she said simply as she climbed off of him and opened a drawer to withdraw the sparkly pink cock cage that he normally kept in his workshop. It was instantly recognizable, and Joe's face turned white.

"No, no, no, no, no," he pleaded, twisting around in his bonds, as though he could somehow dodge what was most certainly to come. "You can't use that on me. That's a very, very, serious device. One not to be played around with."

Jennifer turned the device over in her hands and pulled the pieces apart, preparing it for use.

"Jennifer, put it away right now!" Joe was firm in his demand, trying to use his voice to compel her to take his lead, but he was at a severe disadvantage, being restrained to the bed.

"Joe," Jennifer said in a syrupy-sweet voice. "I found a little report on your laptop. You left it open on your screen, and I swear I wasn't snooping, but I noticed it and I saw my name on it. I'm awfully sorry, but I did read it."

Joe grew quiet and still as he listened to Jennifer.

"You have been a disloyal boyfriend, Joe. That report you wrote up will put your beloved girlfriend into a very sticky legal situation with criminal charges. I don't think I'll get away with a sentence for a minimum security belt. Maybe I can convince the powers that be that a prison sentence is too harsh, and get them to let me free with a maximum security belt, but any way I roll the dice on this, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble."

Joe heaved a deep breath as he considered how to play his hand. "I wrote the report because it's my job to write it, Jennifer. I didn't send it, though." Joe knew deep down that he had to submit the report, but for the first time in his career, he was conflicted about enforcing the law. Doing so would mean losing Jennifer and destroying her life. He delayed submitting it while he sought some "hypothetical" advice from a state prosecutor.

"And you are not going to send it!" Jennifer screamed at him.

"I won't send it, Jennifer. You can watch me delete it."

"Oh, you're going to delete it, Joe. You're going to delete it and you are not going to rewrite it. You see, Joe," Jennifer said, displaying the cock cage for him to see. "I have a little insurance policy."

"Pineapple!" Joe cried out. "Pineapple!"

"No, no. We're not safe wording anymore. You hold the key to my freedom with that report you so articulately wrote up, and I will hold the key to your freedom in a secure safe that only I know the combination to."

"Jennifer, that cage is not for play! It's not even for D.O.C. usage. The design was rejected! -And rightfully so!"

"I know!" Jennifer replied brightly. "You told me all about it."

"I did?"

Shit, I did

, he thought, recalling how he told her about the design to impress her.

"Jennifer, if you want to play this game with me, do it with another device. That one is dangerous."

"No, Joe. I'm not playing a game. I'm using this device because no other cage or belt will motivate you to behave quite like this one will. All of your designs have a backdoor exit plan, don't they?"

"For medical emergencies only. The hospitals have copies of the keys required to take the belts off."

"But not this one!" Jennifer said with a wicked grin. She looked down at his cock that was still partially erect. "We'll have to take care of that before we get you dressed in your pretty new cage, Joe!" She set the pink device beside him on the bed and left him alone with it to contemplate what was to come.

When Jennifer returned, she carried an ice bucket and some towels. "Fuck," Joe muttered. "You can't do this! Pineapple! This is serious!" He wiggled his hips, twisted and turned, trying to avoid the ice bath that he understood would come before she locked the cage on him. Jennifer smacked his balls hard and he pulled against his restraints in pain. As he lifted his hips against the unwelcome sensation, she stuffed the towels beneath him and doused his cock with ice water. He screamed and his cock shriveled up in response.

The pink cage was designed to be held into place with a small ring that would encircle the top of his ball sack. It was not wide enough to fit even a single testicle through, so to apply it, Jennifer opened the ring at the hinge and stuffed the loose skin of Joe's scrotum into it before closing and clipping it shut, trapping his balls below. She applied a locking pin to hold the ring against a solid tube into which she forced his cock. Joe's penis was completely enclosed in composite from the base to the head. The tube was gently curved for comfort and made the device less noticeable under clothing. There was a hole at the bottom for urination, but he would need to sit to use the bathroom; a humiliating addition to the design of every device he created for male offenders. Surrounding the device was a glittery pink mesh shield that protected the inner tube and ring from being tampered with and encased his ballsack.

The pink device was made for a specific offender, who had been smaller than Joe, so the cage was uncomfortably tight and escape even more out of reach. "It's too tight!" He pleaded with Jennifer. He bargained, flattered, and begged, but nothing he said stopped her from securing all the pins in place and locking the cage with the magnetic key. Joe looked devastated but Jennifer only smiled like a Cheshire cat. She surveyed her handiwork, pulling and tugging on the device.

"I designed it well," Joe responded nervously.

Jennifer dashed back to the drawer and pulled out a wireless controller. "Fuck," Joe whispered, defeated, when he saw it. That controller could do a lot of damage. He had been hoping Jennifer had not realized the device came with one.

"Please be careful with that! You could accidentally lock me up for ten years!" Joe's voice sounded very panicky.

"Oh don't worry, Joe! I got some practice with the device and the locking system. I think I have a good idea how it works, so if I program this for ten years, it'll be on purpose." She grinned at Joe and keyed something into the handheld unit. "Let's get started with one day, and we'll see how that goes." The cage beeped in acknowledgment of the minimum lock time.

Hearing the tone, Joe understood there was no possible way that he would be released before one day, and even after the day had expired, he'd still need the key. Both elements were in Jennifer's control.

"Jennifer, I'm not consenting to any of this. You're holding me, a law enforcement officer, against my will and you're blackmailing me to prevent me from turning you in. You broke the law, Jennifer!"

Jennifer touched her fingertips to her chest. "Oh my!" she said sweetly. "I see one day isn't going to be enough. Let's make it two!" She keyed two days into the controller.

"No, Jennifer! That means three days! You can't take away from the time you already programmed! You can only add to it!"

Joe's device beeped in confirmation of the new minimum lock time. "Oh," Jennifer said, sounding mildly remorseful. "Well, I'll be careful not to do that in the future. We wouldn't want to have any incidents like that if I have to start keying in months or years. " She held the remote up and said, "I'm going to put this away for now. Be back later!"

It was evening when Jennifer returned. Joe remained tied to the bed, and Jennifer felt it was time to offer him a bathroom break.

"Joe, I'm going to need your best behavior as I prepare you to be moved. If you give me a tough time, I'll have to add another week to your lock cycle. I know you don't want that."

She proudly showed him a wide pink locking collar, wrapped it around his neck and secured it with a small padlock. She placed two padded mitts over his hands and released one of his wrists from the tether on the bed, locking it to the loop at the front of the collar. She repeated the steps with the other arm. She carefully released his ankles, joined them together with a six-inch hobble chain and walked him to the bathroom.

"I feel like you need a harness," Jennifer said when he finished his business. She secured a pink strappy harness to his torso, locking it at his sternum and dangling a little bell from the hasp of the lock so she could hear him as he moved about the cabin.