Part One 'Diana's Story'
I stare at the various devices laid out on the bed, shiny and enticing. Already, I can feel my heart beating a little faster, its normal steady pitter pat picking up tempo like a drummer in a rock band winding up in preparation for a solo.
This was me winding up ready for my solo.
The instructions had been precise on how the nights events were going to unfold.
I half closed my eyes, wondering if I had the mental and physical strength to carry this through. Biting back doubt and fears, I picked up the first item. The silicon covering felt slightly slimy in my hands from the fresh coating of lube I had already applied. I take a deep breath and gentle push the rounded end past the tight ring of muscle that made up my rear passage. Immediately I felt my insides rebel against the foreign object and attempt to force it out. I take another breath forcing myself to relax and sit down gently. If nothing else, it would keep the device in place.
The second item is slightly easier to insert as it went in to my already damp front passage, although it takes a little manipulation to get the head of it in the exact spot, resting (un)comfortably against my G-spot.
The third is a little different. That is just a small bead that needs to be secured over my clit with surgical tape.
With the first three implements in place, I raise myself up slightly, and position the first of my 'garments' under me. It is a sturdy looking, steel chastity belt that fits snugly between my legs, holding the three items neatly in their desired position. Before I lock it, I ensure the wires that are attached to the devices are protruding from above the waistband. It is important these are easily accessible.
I intended to take another second before I closed the belt and therefore seal me on the route I was taking. As it was I misjudged just how easily it locked, and before I knew it there was a metallic click.
There was nothing I could do now, the key to undo the belt wasn't in my possession, I had to at least go part way through. I surmised if I was going to go part way, I may as well go the full nine yards.
I pinch my nipples between thumbs and forefingers, making sure the stand proud, then place the sticky backed pads over them, smoothing them out so they are touching evenly. I pick up the bra that matches the belt I am now lock in to. Two shiny metal cups that fit over my breasts, with a metal band that locks in to place at my back with the same metallic snap as the belt did. Chains looped over my shoulders and clip in to place to support the fairly weighty item.
I stand and cross to the mirror. My pale skin, speckled with a dusting of freckles, is in stark contrast against the bright metal over my breasts and pelvis, colour coded wires hang down from the bra and the belt, reminding me of what is to come. As if I need that.
I feel a warm flush wash over my body and I go a little light headed. Between the blood rushing to my sexual organs and the amount of adrenalin in my system, it is a wonder I can stand at all.
My heart is beating faster now, the drummer is beginning his solo and it is possible he is getting paid by the beat, and not the hour.
I thought my hands trembled before. Now I realise that was just a tiny tremor, as they are keeping up with the drummer's rhythm. I collect the power box from the bed, and plug the cables in to the relevant sockets, the metal points tap tapping on the plastic cover of the unit due to the adrenaline fused quivers that have a hold of my fingers.
With the cables connected correctly, I clip the control box on to the belt, there is another cable to be plugged in, but that is in the same hands as the keys.
The last things to put on are simple bands of steel, two small and two large. The large ones wrap around my upper thighs and are locked in to place by small padlocks, these are supported by chains that clip in to the belt, rather like suspenders and stockings. The touch of the chain against my thighs sends more shivers up and down my spine. The smaller bands fit around my wrists and the click of the padlocks is the last step of preparation.
On legs that are more akin to jelly than flesh and bone I make my way downstairs.
Janet and Alice are sitting chatting in the living room when I walk in. The conversation stops dead as they gap at my body. These two women are my closest friends and lovers. I know that may sound odd, but that is just the way it is, this relationship is made up of three not two.
Alice is the first to react, unsurprisingly. She is the more adventurous of the three of us, and the font of knowledge when it comes to bondage, sex and just about anything related to that. She stands smiling broadly.
"Wow you look stunning Di." Alice tells me, and I feel a rush of blood to my face. I always get embarrassed when Alice pays me compliments. She always looks perfect to me. Tall, very toned body that is blessed with hard muscle, a hark back to her days of being a martial arts instructor.
Doesn't she look delicious Jan?" Alice's comment prompts Janet to close her mouth and join in the conversation.
"Hell yes." Janet agrees, licking her lips.
Janet is the rock of our trio. Solid, dependable, sensible. The polar opposite to Alice. Where Janet urges caution, Alice throws caution to the wind, then throws petrol and a match after it.
Of course, there third corner is myself. The youngest, and most innocent one. The geek of the team, carried along on the passing breeze of the others.
Janet, Myself and Alice. Earth, Wind and Fire.
The collective items I am wearing are my idea. I have a fantasy of being locked up this way and tormented with micro shocks, knowing my only release will be when they have played out the game or if I get out of my depth and use my safe word. I have very little idea exactly what will happen now, I just hope it will be as intense as I have fantasised.
"Can I touch them?" Janet asks bringing me back to reality.
I smile shyly. "If you like." I tell her. "Although you can't actually feel anything through them." I know this, I had spent some time running my hands over my body, enthralled and at the same time horrified I couldn't touch any of my more sensitive areas.
Janet's fingers touch the steel that encases my left breast gingerly. Then realising how unyielding it is, she squeezes a little harder.
"Wow!" She exclaims slightly shocked. "You really can't feel anything. What is it like to wear them?"
I take another breath, trying to show confidence I don't have. "More comfortable than I thought." I reply. "Apart from the electrodes inside me." I shift my weight from one foot to the other trying to adjust the devices slightly but failing.
"Speaking of which." Alice interrupts. "Shall we get this show on the road?"
My mouth is dry, and I wish I could have a drink, but I have no idea when I will be able to pee, so I run my tongue over my parched lips. "Ready when you are." I manage to croak.
Alice makes a slight nod to Janet, her mouth curling in to that devilish smile that turns up my heat.
