I was in a pub with a few friends, Molly amongst them. We had a long-lasting friendship, with, sometimes, benefits. Don't get me wrong - we were not in a permanent arrangement of this kind, but we sometimes would booty call each other. It lasted a few years but never when one or both of us were in relationships. We learned what we liked and we experimented together, we felt safe in telling each other what we wanted to try and what we liked. As we were open-minded, we sometimes tried out things that one of us was not sure about.
Now, though, we were both single again, but it was some time since we last got some fun together. I've been dropping hints at a fetish expo that was coming up and I wanted to check out but didn't want to go to alone.
"Don, I couldn't miss you keep dropping hints at that expo you told me about last week," said Molly - My name is actually Phil, but my friends often call me Don as I look a bit like a certain Don from a certain TV series, just a few years younger. "Are you really going?"
I looked straight at her, she wasn't on her best that night but she still looked great, even though the best description of her would be a perfect neighborhood girl - slim, blonde, sweet, attractive - but not in a sex bomb kind of way.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure about going there alone, it would feel strange," I said.
"You know, I might keep you company if you ask me. When is it exactly anyway?"
"Two weeks from now, Friday and Saturday. Would you, well, keep me company?"
"It'll be mostly leather, latex, and bondage stuff, right?"
"Keep it quiet, you know about what I like but I don't need anyone else to know," I hissed.
"Calm down Don, it will be ages until they all get back with their beers, did you see the queue there?"
"OK, alright. Yeah, it'll mostly be the stuff you said. I just want to see some of the stuff in reality, not on pictures or movies."
"Anything in particular?" she asked, taking a sip of her beer.
"I've heard there will be girls demonstrating some sybians..."
"Oh wow, that's interesting!"
After that, our friends came back so we changed the subject.
Two weeks later it was time to go to the expo. I picked up Molly at 6 P.M. and we took a taxi to the expo building. We agreed I would go in a suit and she would wear something that would be a fetish take on a classy lady - and she pulled it off perfectly, with her leather skirt, high black boots, a very tight shirt, and a women's business jacket. She looked marvelous.
When we got there, we were a little anxious about entering the building, but once we got through the door, we stopped being anxious and got excited instead - it was like a different world. And it was all what we expected - a lot of people wearing normal clothes getting a thrill out of being there and getting to learn about some things and buy some stuff, people wearing fetish / BDSM gear, even a few people being lead on a leash, and of course, some that were clearly way too excited and kind of creepy.
We instantly got to check out different booths with cuffs, bondage furniture, fetish clothes for sessions, and those that you could even wear as a normal, although a bit bold, street clothes. We quickly found the stage for the main presentations and learned that the sybians will be shown in an hour. So we decided to explore some more in the meantime.
When we stumbled upon a booth with straitjackets, she wasn't interested in them that much so she told me she would go and check out the "daily" fetishwear. I stayed at this booth a while longer, even tried out one of their straitjackets, and moved on to see what else I can see.
Three booths down the alley a banner caught my eye - it said LustJail. Well, I thought it's probably another bondage furniture manufacturer, most likely specializing in cages.
When I got there I was caught by surprise - what I saw was a collection of what looked like a metal underwear. I studied one of these items, it seemed it was a male model, it was a bit thick and from the inside, there was space for balls and an opening - I guessed that was where the penis was supposed to go.
"Hi, I'm Laura, are you interested in our products?" asked a quite attractive saleswoman. She had a slim figure and a long straight black hair.
"Actually, what are those?" I asked.
"Oh, these are chastity belts, the model you are looking at is our latest, well, a civilian model for males."
"Civilian?"
"Yes, our company started when a medical institution down in Philly merged with an erotic accessories company that produced high-quality chastity belts. Our founders thought that incorporating the belts as a medical aid in masturbation and sex addiction treatment could work. It was actually a success and the company grew. Eventually, we got back into fetish market with the best chastity belts out there!"
"So... These are being worn to keep people from masturbation and sex?"
"Exactly! And they are perfect at their job. Oh, I see you are a bit confused. Well, some people like to surrender control over their sexual relief to others, or they like to take that control from someone. Also, being kept, or keeping someone, for longer periods in a state of heightened sexual tension... Need... It is very exciting!"
"Ok, I see, so there's a key for it?"
"For our older models, yes, but what you are looking at is our latest. It connects with an app on the keyholders phone. We have a lot of safety features, like locking the app with fingerprint if your phone allows it, double authentication, time lock, location locking, and others. Of course, there is a backup key, but it is strictly one-time use - after using it, the belts become inoperable."
"Wow, it looks like a lot of thought went into these..."
"Oh, yes, as I said they were designed as medical appliances first. Let me show you," she said and took one of the belts into her hands and started showing me it's details.
"See, here inside where your balls would land is a mesh material to keep them from bouncing into the metal, and over that there are slots for air and water to come through. Oh, water, yes, that brings me to the cleaning system - if you look into the penis tube, you can see there is also a metal mesh, it rotates a bit and has slots for a little parts that are designed to move back and forth your foreskin if you are not circumcised. In the outer tube, there are holes through which water with a cleaning solution of your choice comes through under pressure and later air to dry it off."
I was entranced, I never saw anything like that and it looked like something from the future.
"The cleaning system was particularly difficult to develop, but it was a necessity - it allows for a long term wear without any removal, which is very important to cancel any possibility of, lest say, human error when it comes to cleaning breaks. These two small holes on the upper front is where you pour your cleaning solution, that's this hole on the right, and clean water, that's the left one. Once filled, they can be used to clean after toilet up to 7 times or for a total daily cleaning once before they need to be refilled."
"It really seems your company thought it through... But the tube only points down and it doesn't seem too big."
"You're catching on quite quickly! The shape and size prevents any erections, the feeling is described as only pressure growing inside your member and tightness around it. This and the fact that the tube is mounted in a way that defeats any vibrations means there is no possibility of orgasm while wearing this belt. Some men can achieve orgasm through anal stimulation alone, but we took care of that too."
"How exactly?"
"Well, as you can see there is an anal opening, but there are sensors that check if there is a penetration attempt. If there is, the rear opening has a sliding door that will close shut."
"Doesn't that require batteries?"
"Of course, the batteries in these belts are charged by this USB port from any phone charger, three hours of charging provides over a week of operation. Oh, and if your battery runs out, there is no unlocking, and the back door slides shut, so... There can be problems with going to the toilet. Just never let your belt run out of charge!" she giggled. "Would you like to try it on?"
"I don't know, maybe... Well, yeah, I can try it on..."
"Great, behind you there are our changing stalls, but let me give you a few more information first. The belt costs $6,000, we had successfully lobbied to make it illegal to open these belts in any other way than by our application or backup key. No locksmith can legally open them and they all know it. Now, don't try anything stupid, we had clients that wanted to have a week or two of thrill and went out with the belts on without buying them. Because of that, you will sign this contract, please read it, in short, it says that if you walk more than 3 feet from this booth the belt is considered yours and our company can't do anything with it. If that happens you can only be unlocked by yourself when you buy the keyholder code for the belt, for $6,000. And even if you buy it in this situation, the code will be provided no sooner than after 6 months. Please read it," she said and handed me the contract.
I've read it very carefully and there was nothing in there that she didn't warn me about. There were a few ways to pay for the code if I would walk away from their booth. I signed it and handed it back, she came back to me with my copy of the contract and the belt.
"They surely cost premium," I said.
"Well, a lot of research and development went into them. Are you ready?"
"Um, yes."
"Ok, so here is the belt, we have prepared an ice pack and lube in the changing stall, you'll probably need both," she said, smiling.
I went inside, holding the belt in my hand. After I closed the curtain, I heard knocking on the wall of the stall, and between the curtain and the wall a hand holding a piece of paper appeared.
"Here you go, that's instruction on how to put it on and connect it with an app on your phone. You can only connect it with wearer profile now, but it will give you access to some data, have a look at it once everything is in place," I heard Laura's voice.
I took the paper and put it on a shelf. Then as I started to take off my pants, I heard my phone ring. It was a text from Molly, that read "There's so much cool stuff here! I'm so excited! You might get lucky tonight..." with a picture of her in a tight leather straitjacket attached. Well, if I wouldn't need that ice pack before, I would definitively need it now if I wanted to try the belt on.
