Steph was alone, asleep in her bedroom, and she'd had a tough night. 20 years old, she loved to party and have crazy sex escapades.
Steph was moaning, she had puked so much this morning after getting home, some was on her clothes, more was caked in her hair, and she felt terrible.
"I'm never drinking again." Steph moaned and told herself.
Steph has had tons of hangovers but his might be the worst one and the one that stops her from ever drinking again. Steph crawled out of bed, picking up a protein shake, and then she laid in the bathtub still wearing her clothes.
Steph chugged down the protein shake even though she nearly puked a dozen more times in the process. She turned on the hot water. Steph only let the water cover her legs before she fell back asleep.
Every hour or so she would empty the water and fill it back up. After 6 hours she was feeling better. Her body had absorbed a bit of water through her skin since she couldn't drink it easily.
Steph was cold, she added hot water and began stripping off her shirt and bra. But there was something else. Her stomach felt wrapped. Tight. Like a snack constricting her abbs. Steph thought she was dreaming but now she felt it. Was it leather? Was it body armor?
Steph did her best to stand up and look in the mirror. Still dizzy, tired, and nauseated. She did her best. The black nylon suit went around her waist just below her tits, down both sides of her hips, and then wrapped around her thighs down to the top of her knees.
"What the fuck is this?" Steph yelled as she picked at it with her fingers. It was so tight she couldn't get her fingers under it. She turned to look in the mirror. No seam on the back either and she couldn't roll it down. There were rigid pieces on the front and back around her stomach and back.
It was a girdle. No. It was a corset? No. What the fuck was it.
Steph pulled off her shorts and found it wasn't just her thighs.
"Fuck me!" Steph yelled.
It was a chastity device.
It covered her pussy, pubic area, went between her legs, and between her butt cheeks. There was a hole to poop out of and small, tiny holes like mesh to pee through. But there was no gap to get a finger in. It was all one seamless piece!
Steph was looking at it and dreading it. It was so tight it looked like it was painted on her skin. She couldn't even see it when she was wearing normal clothes.
Steph picked up her phone and called Sarah. Maybe she knew where it came from since they had gone out together last night. "Hello?" Sarah answered. Her voice hoarse and she sounded as bad as Steph.
"What happened last night? Where'd we go? Have you checked yourself yet?" Steph asked.
"Why? Did I get another stupid tattoo of Wiley the Coyote on my ass again? Or a few more slutty piercings?" Sarah asked.
"No. Just get up and strip. Look for anything out of the ordinary." Steph stated. Not wanting to give away the surprise. If there was one.
Sarah and Steph had been best friends since childhood. Cheerleaders, track team, and drinking buddies for life. Not to mention threesomes, gangbangs, bukkake and lots of porn videos they stared in together.
"Oh shit. What is this thing?" Sarah stated.
Steph hung up and Facetimed Sarah. Sarah answered and pointed the camera at her own chastity suit. "Is this what you were asking about?" Sarah yelled as the camera scanned her body front and back.
"Yeah. Okay. It's not just me then." Steph laughed a bit.
"Well good thing it's November and not bikini season. But how do we remove it? I can't find a seam, a lock, or any access. How do we shit in this thing?" Sarah asked as she craned her neck to try and see her butt.
"I don't know. But when we figured this out. We need some payback." Steph responded with some anger in her voice.
"Come over and I will look at your suit and you can look at my suit." Steph stated before hanging up.
She needed food. Her stomach was killing her. The protein shake had done very little to fill her up. It only provided protein and fluids. Yes, they helped. But now she was hungry. Steph was munching away on fruit, veggies, and some peanuts when she heard Sarah stomping up the stairs to her apartment.
Sarah was dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and boots. Once inside the apartment she stripped them off and threw them on the couch. Being naked or topless around Steph was not a big deal. Not with all they have been through.
Steph inspected Sarah's black chastity suit. Pinching, poking, pulling. There was very little give, but it was flexible enough for them to walk around, sit, and move. Steph even had Sarah lie down so she could pour water on the suit. It went right through and dribbled out the back.
"Well monkey shit. This thing is crazy." Steph stated after she could not find a flaw, access point, or entry point. Besides the small metal ring that gave access to her butthole that is.
Then it was Sarah's turn to inspect Steph's suit. Nothing. She couldn't even figure out how they got it on their bodies. "How can I be so drunk that I don't remember the person who strapped us in these things?" Sarah asked Steph.
"No idea since I'm in the same boat. I've been roofied and had other drugs used to knock me out tons of times. But I'm not feeling any of the after affects or weird tastes. Roofies always made your mouth taste like a penny for a day or two." Steph explained.
It was a month later Steph got a phone call.
"Time to show up for some fun." The text read. It was from an unknown number.
When Steph responded the person explained they were the ones who had installed the chastity suits of her and Sarah a month ago. Steph and Sarah had gone about their normal lives. Or as normal as they could. The suits were no longer itchy or troublesome. Apart from blocking them from having sex, touching their pussy, or clit.
"You have a lot of explaining to do!" Steph responded.
"You and Sarah need to come to this address wearing your high school cheerleading outfits. Bring Pom Poms and look sexy. Or you will never get those suits off." The text read before a location was sent to her phone.
