(Contains graphic sexual and BDSM depictions, including male and female chastity, ruined orgasm, whipping, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, and use of an anal hook. This story takes place in a forced chastity dystopia where uncoerced consent is effectively impossible, but all characters gain at least some enjoyment from the scenes depicted and are over 18. Some activities may be unsafe to recreate. For the reading pleasure of interested adults only.)
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"Congratulations, Edwin and Alicia," Kristen told the couple across the table from her, reading their names from her tablet.
They were a husband and wife in their early twenties, still dressed in their wedding clothes and slightly tipsy, though probably not quite as tipsy as their bright pink cheeks would indicate.
"Thank you," they both mumbled, squeezing each other's hands and grinning bashfully at each other.
Seated to Kristen's left, Officer Deacon closely observed both her and the couple. She offered no direction at this time.
Kristen continued scrolling down the form on her screen, studying the context for the session.
Whenever she started to lean unconsciously forward to see the tablet better, the chain around her neck reminded her to straighten back up. In addition to her own standard chastity device, she was still wearing a long, hooked bar of metal, her punishment for slipping Zach the quiz answer in class. Seven inches of it were anchored deep in her ass, and the rest curved up to parallel her spine, chained in place around her neck and waist.
Rather than show any discomfort in front of the subjects, she used the bar to make herself sit more imperiously.
"I'm not seeing any record of either of you having been unlocked for skin time before," said Kristen. "Is that correct?"
"Yes," said Edwin, growing pinker. "We... well, we...."
"We wanted to make sure we had enough points saved up to make it special," Alicia explained. "And it took so long to build up a good reserve, eventually it just made sense to make today the day. If we'd come in for an unlocking any sooner, our honeymoon would have had to be either dry or delayed."
"That's a lot of pressure, isn't it?" asked Kristen.
In unison, Edwin and Alicia's shoulders rose, caught between honesty and deference for the Bureau.
"I guess so, ma'am," said Edwin.
"Yeah," Alicia agreed.
"Have you given much thought to what you're hoping will happen once we open those devices?" Kristen asked. "When you're finally able to touch each other?"
"Well, yeah, some," said Edwin, looking shyly down at the small amount of cleavage Alicia's lacy neckline revealed.
"I've tried
not
to think too much about it," said Alicia. "Easier that way."
Kristen nodded and glanced back at the tablet. "You've requested twenty-five minutes of full unlocking, no stroke limits, plus nipple access during the same time period for you," she looked to Alicia, "but not you." She looked to Edwin. "Is that correct?"
"Yes," said Edwin. "I'd, uh, I'd really, really like to touch them."
"And you're aware that this will bring you each down to a total of fifteen points remaining," said Kristen.
The couple took a bracing breath. It was always scary, losing hundreds of points at once, but this was a
happy
moment for it. This what they'd been saving up those points for in the first place.
They nodded to each other, then to Kristen.
"Now, you're both going to be very pent up, as well as inexperienced..." Kristen started.
"Uh, is there any chance we could get started asap?" Edwin asked, giving Kristen the most direct look that he'd been able to manage since arriving.
His slightly sunken eyes were oddly transparent when he managed to focus them, full of all the eagerness he was trying so hard to squeeze out of his facial expression.
"Well--"
Officer Deacon put her hand on Kristen's thigh under the table and squeezed it in warning.
Kristen had been about to offer some advice, based on both official Bureau wisdom and common sense, about how the happy couple could get the most out of their points. But once a subject had brushed off Bureau wisdom in favor of a poor decision that was within their rights to make, standard procedure was to allow the subject to learn from their mistake.
Kristen smiled sweetly. "Of course. Let's get you stripped down."
With plenty of glances back and forth, to make sure they were proceeding correctly, Edwin and Alicia tenderly undressed each other. She untied his tie and ran the silk along her cheek before setting it aside. For each of the first three shirt buttons she undid, she kissed the newly available stretch of skin on his chest.
Then the impatience took over, and she rushed through the rest.
As soon as Edwin got his belt and suit pants open, he turned Alicia around and pressed his still-caged cock against her ass, through the white satin layers of her dress, while he helped her with her dress zipper.
When all of their clothes were finally draped across the table or piled on the floor, they made out for a few more moments, metal grinding against metal between their legs, before turning expectantly back toward Kristen and Officer Deacon.
Both Edwin and Alicia clasped their hands in front of their devices, unable to make eye contact while they waited for the next step. All four of their pleasure-proof pasties were slightly tented in the middle, revealing the potential sensitivity trapped underneath.
"May... may we?" Alicia managed.
Kristen entered the release commands on her tablet screen, and stood up to tap her ID card to the front panel sensors of Edwin and Alicia's chastity devices.
The locks disengaged.
The sound was magnificent. That little click of freedom made the hair stand up on Kristen's arms, and her nipples struggle against their own confinement. She had heard that sound from her own device less than an hour ago, but received no pleasure, only an empty threat of pussy whipping before she was locked away again.
She caught a wave of envy coming on and rerouted it quickly into vicarious excitement for the couple, who looked to each other with matching squeaks of breath.
Kristen opened the wall panel behind her and retrieved a bottle of hand sanitizer, along with a bottle of plain water for rinsing.
"For your pasties," she said, placing the bottles on the table in front of Alicia.
While Alicia worked on dissolving the adhesive around her nipples, Kristen walked to the wall on the other side of the room. She crouched down, bending at the knees to keep her back straight. With some difficulty, she pulled out the wide, thin drawer at the bottom, revealing a small cot lined with clean paper.
She made sure Alicia had removed the last scraps of the pasties before bringing up the timer on her tablet.
"Twenty-five minutes starts... now."
Edwin and Alicia jumped on each other, making out harder, faster. Alicia removed Edwin's unlatched cage, he gave the metal front panel of her device the nudge it needed to fall to the floor, and they grabbed at each other in a panicked, violent frenzy.
Without breaking apart even for a moment, they shuffled sideways to the cot and dropped heavily onto it.
Kristen settled carefully back into her seat, next to Officer Deacon, to watch.
Not long ago, Kristen would have gone out of her way to avoid absorbing any images that might provoke a sexual reaction in her. The uncomfortable ones had seemed like more than her mind could handle, while the pleasant ones made her enforced chastity needlessly more difficult.
Now that she was more accustomed to both the displays of other people's sexuality around her, and the constant, frustrated thrum of her own, she welcomed what power there was in watching. That, at least, was something she could do.
Both Edwin and Alicia were enjoyable to look at. He was more obvious about it, with sharp cheekbones, soft lips, and a torso that tapered from wide shoulders to narrow waist at stunningly crisp angles.
She had a more forgettable look at first glance, lacking strong shapes in either face or figure. There were moments, though, when she would briefly forget that she was being observed, even by Edwin. She would smile to herself, as if just re-remembering that this was really happening, and grind herself against his thigh, taking pleasure in a way that came naturally to her, instead of waiting for him to give it to her.
Those moments never lasted more than a couple seconds before she reined them in, but there was something about them, the daring shape her mouth took on during them, that was hauntingly appealing.
Both of them had the smoothest, softest-looking skin. It must have felt incredible, brushing together like that.
Kristen almost gasped aloud when Officer Deacon reached along the back of her chair to stroke her upper arm.
"What would you do differently?" Officer Deacon whispered in Kristen's ear. "If you were the one tasked with pleasuring her?"
Kristen thought for a moment, watching Edwin wriggle his fingers into his wife's tight opening, sucking on her breasts with all the confidence and purpose of a dog that had suddenly caught up to the car it was chasing.
"I'd request releasing her nipples first," said Kristen. "I'd start by teasing them until she was so hot and wet inside her device that she wouldn't even know what to do with twenty-five minutes of freedom by the time she got them. Then I'd ask her to ride my face. I'd beg her to, if I had to, until she stopped assuming that she'd be
imposing
or something by saying yes. I bet she could make herself cum against a willing mouth in about five minutes if she could just be sure it was okay. So that'd give me five minutes to study the moves and pressure she likes best, and another fifteen to repeat them back to her until she's trembling on the floor."
Officer Deacon's eyes sparkled behind her square glasses as she smiled.
"And him?"
By now, Edwin had maneuvered himself between Alicia's legs. His cock was so hard it looked painful, though he had only been allowed full blood flow for a matter of minutes. At least three times already, he had brought it to Alicia's pussy but then pulled it away, closing his eyes and forcing several deep breaths.
"For him, I'd spend the few extra points to use one of the auto-masturbators behind the wall," said Kristen. "Take all of thirty seconds to get him past that first, backed-up, too-quick orgasm he's so worried about right now. Then, when he's not so antsy, I'd experiment to find his favorite types of cuddles and dirty talk, until he's actually ready to deliver the long, hard pounding he's obviously been dreaming about for years."
"Not bad," said Officer Deacon.
They watched in silence for a moment as Edwin finally squeezed his way resolutely into Alicia, with plenty of wincing on both sides. For all his engorgement, he was still mostly dry, not the easiest visitor for her nervous, tensed-up pelvic muscles.
He looked as uncomfortable as she did, inside and out, as his expectations for the day faltered, and he realized how fast this was going to be over, no matter how many deep breaths he took.
"I'd say they've fumbled around enough," said Officer Deacon. "Would you agree?"
"Sure," said Kristen. "But there's nothing we can do, right?"
"They have to learn from their mistakes," said Officer Deacon. "But in order for that to happen, they have to learn that better options existed. Besides, it's still a honeymoon. It is
supposed
to be fun."
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