Ch7: Chastity
Lucinda woke up Sunday morning a bit stiff from yesterday's confinement and very horny. She got the vibrator the creeper had used on her yesterday and began teasing herself with it, trying to copy what he'd done. She closed her eyes, thinking through yesterday's encounter in detail.
Why was all this having such an effect on her? Why wasn't she fighting back? Instead of defending herself, she just kept giving him more to hold over her head. Maybe it was the lostness of her situation that was exciting her? He wasn't hurting her and even made her cum...but it was all on his terms.
She didn't even know what creeper looked like. He could be hideous or ancient or something. The only thing she knew about him was he had a cock.
The first orgasm pulsed across her body, but she kept the vibe where she needed it, riding the crest of that wave to a second and then third smaller orgasms. He really had taken control of her subconscious if nothing else.
She sent him a good morning message then went for her run.
She sat down to eat breakfast with the envelope on the table. It was almost a presence. She scrolled social media as she ate, but her eyes and focus kept drifting back to the envelope.
It both excited and terrified her. She'd enjoyed some of what he'd made her do--there was no denying that. And she liked the surprise elements--almost like she was living in an escape room. But, she didn't want to visit any more drug dens or have things escalate beyond what she could do. Would the creeper get extreme?
As she finished her coffee she decided she couldn't put off the inevitable and opened the small padded envelope.
There was a small padlock inside, in the open position. And a note--
"Hi Lucy. Put on the chastity belt from the other package and use this lock to lock it in place. Send me a few pics of it on, so I know it's on properly and not too loose.
-WB"
She shook the envelope and looked inside to see if he'd included the key. Nothing. Just the lock and the note.
She studied the lock. It was a tiny, cheap padlock. She imagined it would be easy enough to cut off is she got stuck. But, that would mean having to go to the fire department or a hospital and try to explain why she was locked into that thing. She was mortified just thinking about it.
The belt had a few thin metal cords covered with some kind of black plastic with larger metal sections to limit access to her ass and pussy. Peeing would be easy--there was a metal section with holes for that. So, it was functional, just not allowing for wiping.
The part for her anus was trickier. It had a small hole that would be awkward to clean--especially since she couldn't see what she was doing. It looked waterproof so maybe she could get clean in the shower?
She went to her room to try it on. She removed her pants and underwear and pulled the belt on. It was a clever design leaving it adjustable until locked. Once the lock was in place, there was no way to loosen it.
She got it on and made sure it was comfortable--not fully snug to hopefully avoid chafing, but tight enough to do what it was intended for.
She hesitated locking it. This was really giving up a lot of control to creeper. He could effectively decide how long she stayed locked up. The only thing that allowed her to lock it was knowing that in an emergency it could be cut off.
Thankfully she wasn't dating anyone. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to see her gynecologist anytime soon she thought laughing to herself.
She put the padlock in place and locked it. Then she sent him a few pics and a short video including her pulling it to show him it was snug. She didn't want an inspection from him.
It was a weird feeling to be locked up like this. She tried to sneak her fingers around the device to test it, but it was well-designed and there was no way a finger or anything else was getting at her. The anal opening even had sharp little points that would do some damage to anything trying to go in.
She put on a blue sundress and decided to go commando--her underwear was too tight to get over the chastity device.
She decided to get out for the day and text her friend Beth to meet for coffee. They met and chatted about a range of topics. Things were mostly normal, but Lucinda had to be circumspect about a lot of her recent activities.
As they drank their coffees, Lucinda's hands kept moving to the cords of the chastity belt. She kept idly rubbing it through her dress--catching herself and having to make an effort to move her hand away.
Every time the chastity belt crossed her mind, she got a rush of excitement. Worse, her thoughts kept drifting back to it. So much so, she kept losing track of the conversation and was sure Beth must have noticed.
Beth tried to fix her up with one of her workmates, but Lucinda gently declined. The last thing she needed was a guy touching her and realizing she was wearing the chastity belt.
The creeper left her alone until after dinner. Then her phone chimed.
--Before you go to bed tonight, polish your finger and toenails for me and send me pics. French nails.
--Ok
--From now on, always call me Sir.
--yes Sir.
--Good girl.
Lucinda's nails were generally a bit short, and she painted them with soft pinks or beige--neutral colors. She hadn't done her nails French in ages, and she felt her own nails would be too short to make it work.
She made a quick trip to the store to get some false nails and a file. Then sat in the living room watching TV and dutifully doing up her finger and toenails as requested.
She caught herself absently rubbing the necklace between her fingers with her left hand as she worked. The necklace was becoming some kind of weird touchstone for her. She realised the creep was seeping into her subconscious.
When she was done, she sent a few pics to the creeper. She was pleased with her handiwork--she'd always thought French nails were classy and hadn't worn long nails in ages.
The next few days had only minimal contact from the creeper. In reply to her good morning messages, he sent links to porn of women dressed in French maid outfits. The first was a woman pleasing herself in the costume, the next day a maid having sex and the third another maid with three men at once.
She tried to go about her normal routine, but the necklace and chastity belt were almost constant reminders of her situation. The porn getting more intense even as the creeper otherwise ignored her seemed odd.
The biggest effect of the chastity belt was her wanting more and more each day to touch herself. She normally masterbated a few times a week and could go several days without thinking about it. But, knowing she couldn't just make her want to all the more. Each day seemed to get worse, and she kept noticing she was wet and horny--her subconscious seemingly focused on nothing else other than sex and orgasms.
Ch 8: A Second Meeting
On Friday morning, she sent her usual morning hello to the creeper.
--There's a package for you at the mail store with instructions.
She felt flushed and her clit throbbed beneath the chastity belt, and she could feel herself getting wet in anticipation. What was it this time? The last package still had things she hadn't been made to use yet. The yet was the troubling part. Did the creeper have a master plan to torment her for months or was he winging it? So far, it all felt like it was mapped out, and she was just a rat in his maze.
She felt distracted all day at work. The chastity belt, necklace and fingernails all conspired to constantly remind her of her predicament. Every time she moved or typed she was reminded what was going on.
Despite trying to will the distractions to the back of her mind, it kept her in a low state of horniness and kept her a little wet all day.
She made a quick run to the mail store and this time found a letter and one package--a large plastic mailing bag. Both were addressed to her with the return address on the letter being from Will Bender. She guessed the bag was clothes of some kind, but didn't want to open it in public just in case.
Back in her car, she quickly looked around the parking lot to make sure she wasn't being watched, then opened the package.
It was a French maid's outfit and a nice one--not a cheap nylon Halloween costume but something heavier made from decent fabric. She tore open the note--
"Dear Lucy,
I haven't had time to properly clean my house lately. So, I need you to do it tonight at 8pm in your new outfit at the address below. Wear your collar. Key is in the envelope. More instructions at the house.
WB"
The street seemed familiar. A quick Google Maps search showed her the house was across the street from the park she ran through daily! Was the creeper living there, watching her on her daily run?
She wanted to drive by the house now, but it would have to wait. She had to get back to work. She did take a moment to check it out on Street View. She must have run across the road from that house hundreds of times without ever noticing it. She thought it would be sinister looking, but instead she just saw a typical two-story home with large trees and a well-kept lawn.
She drove back to work with her mind racing, wondering how long the creeper had been watching her. Had he just been sitting there, plotting to get her? Did she do something that had angered him or was it just lust?
For all his strange demands, he hadn't actually hurt her. So maybe he didn't plan to?
After dinner, she changed into the outfit. It was somehow classy and sexy at the same time. The skirt only went to mid thigh, leaving the matching suspenders visible with white stockings with black bows going up to above her knees. The black top was very low cut, allowing a white bustier to be seen. It compressed her breasts making them seem much bigger than normal and exaggerating her cleavage. A matching hat completed the ensemble.
She admired herself in the mirror. It was a perfect fit, and she looked dead sexy in it.
Her front door actually opened at a right angle to the street, so she was able to slip out from the house to her car unseen. Without the hat on, no one passing her on the road noticed anything unusual about her appearance.
