The Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain · Part 2 (2/5)
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“Yeah, sex is denied. Not the eroticism. Get naked. Or as much as you can. Hehe.”
“I assume you are making a face.”
“… I am not telling.”
“Well, it isn’t an omniscient device but if you hold your cuffs up.” Helen covers her cuffs.
“Hehe. You are cute.”
“Hmph”
“Well, let’s get to your next activity. Don’t worry though. I am almost done with the presentation and will follow more closely.”
Helen feels less tired than violated. The multiple “your form is wrong” is annoying but of course the adjudicator has more than words to ‘motivate’. Eventually she satisfies her taskmaster and on autopilot goes to the bathroom. Except there is a different pilot now. She gives in with little protest.
“Are the sheets and bedding set up to your liking OWNER?”
“Oh YES. Yes, they are LUNA.”
“That was not an encouragement. Hmph.”
“Hehe. Could you be dear and get some stuff from the basement Luna?”
“Why yes of course Owner” she bows slightly.
“A+ for effort but try to cross your legs next time.”
“Grrr. And you don’t think I will fall down the stairs in the thigh chains.”
“You’ll be fine Luna.”
The lady, with only metal on, finds the basement almost unrecognisable. She is directed to a couple of boxes with lots of wires and metal. Next to it is an open box containing ‘spy button camera’. “Wow, ok.”
“Yeah, my wife doesn’t really come down here. You should talk to her Luna.”
“Anyways, these are to keep your outfit charged. Those magnetic locks are not powered by magic you know.”
“I thought they were powered by love. No wait. Your horniness.”
“Hah. Fair. Anyways, Luna. I gotta do something. Will give you privacy for your bathroom trip.”
“Like you value privacy. I saw the camera box.”
“Oh, right. I almost forgot. Can you just reset the terminal quickly? They are not working and I can’t see you.”
“What if I don’t want to.”
“I mean…”
“Fine” a quick few taps on one of the active terminals.
The disembodied voice returns halfway up the stairs “Thank you Luna. Everything is up. And you are right. You deserve some privacy. I can add something.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. Brian, listen to me.”
“Who’s this Brian.”
“Owner. I am tired…” is cut off.
“It’s pretty simple. Plus, it will go with the theme.”
Helen enters the bathroom after setting up the equipment on the bed. She desperately only wants to shower but cannot ignore the fullness. First though she must pump silicone lube through the slot in the waist bank buckle. Then she sits down on the toilet and attaches chains. Her ankles are lifted from the ground by a connection looping over the stem of the toilet. The wrists are connected to the biceps, ending with arms constrained in the crossed position once again. “Dear Mistress O I would like to use the toilet.” ‘Approved’ *click*. She can feel the metal band giving her a wedgie relent and the two plugs release. “Oh my goodness.
That feels good.” She lingers for well after she is fully relieved. However, her position is becoming untenable. “*Sigh* Dear Mistress O I am done.” The bidets fire from multiple angles. The toilet flushes away. Then hot air blows for a solid minute. “Ooh.” The heavily plugs, overflowing with lube, re-enter their places easily. The chains release.
“This has to be a war crime.”
Well, at least he didn’t mess with the bath. At least not too much.
Helen is very reluctant to get out of the steamy bath. However, she has just heard ‘5 minute warning’ from the collar. Too tired to fight she gets up and drains. She pads herself dry as much as she can and points the blow-dryer to finish the job, especially the metal parts.
“I guess pyjamas are out.” Looks at the things she placed in the bed. “Eh, screw it.” Sits on the bed. “Dear Mistress O. Call Brian.” ‘Error, invalid identification.’. “Grrr. Dear Mistress O. Call Owner” ‘Calling’.
“Hey Luna, did you enjoy my bathroom?”
“It wasn’t terrible um, Owner.”
“Great. Get yourself plugged in for the night. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“It’s only 11 PM, I don’t think I can sleep this early.”
“Yeah, my wife stayed up unnecessarily late. It would be fine expect she woke up without enough sleep. All in the name of work. Can you believe that Luna?”
“That’s why we have a bedtime for you.”
“Whatever. I am going to be tossing and turning for hours.”
“That I can assure you that you won’t. Hehe.”
Helen is directed to attach a rod to her ankles that keep them just a bit too wide to be able to easily get up but not put too much strain on her thighs. The rod is attached to the bed frame effectively trapping her. Another slightly smaller rod is attached at the wrists and an even small at the biceps. They are pinned at the belt and bra respectively but positioned and sized to not induce any undue strain in the limbs. Wires are attached to all the rods, collar, the belt, and bra.
“I don’t think I can sleep like this.” Her phone is lying out of reach on the dresser next to the bed.
“You have been awesome today, Luna. You deserve a treat.”
“I…” vibrations and slow thrusting begins. “Not again…Ah, ooh… EE*zap*” and she does not vocalise ‘you asshole’ “I love you my dear Luna.” in the following silence the pleasurable patterns follow a different trajectory. She reaches multiple near orgasms. Soon it becomes exhausting and she falls asleep.
Chapter 5: You expect me to function like this? The dull light of a gloomy morning is not enough to stir the occupant of the bed. Only the calendar alarm. “uuuu… Oh. Oh, God. What’s the time? Aiyeee. Urghhh. Hey google, stop the alarm. What’s the time?”
“Rats, rats, rats. Why do people want early morning meetings on a Monday? And how do I get myself out. *the sexual frustration sitting painfully on more than her mind* Hey Google. Call Brian” and it goes straight to voicemail. “*breathes* It’s okay. I can kill him later. Dear mistress O please call Brian.”
‘Error, invalid identification.’ “Are you. This is so not the time. Dear mistress O. Call owner.”
‘Calling. Calling… unavailable’.
“That stupid. *deep breath* Think. Think. Dear mistress O. Unlock.”
‘Full unlock- unavailable. Sleeping restraint and charging – unlock. Request owner or user alpha. Do you wish to request?’ “Yes” and she hears a ping on her phone “Hey google. Read message.”
‘From Lover alleged. Do you wish to unlock Sleeping restraint and charging for user- Omega’ “Reply yes” the metal rods let go over of metal attire.
Helen sits uncomfortably in her home office chair thankful that she doesn’t have to actively contribute. That’s about the end of that list though. As soon as the meeting ends, she gets up partly to relieve some of the pressure from the plugs but mostly for the liquid pick-me-up. When she is in the kitchen, ‘Call from – Owner’ rings from her collar muffled by the high collar sweater.
“Hey. I am so sorry that I didn’t pick up. Had an early morning thing. But I see you were able to get in time for your meeting.”
“Hmph. No thanks to you. It’s bad enough that I haven’t had my coffee yet but these plugs make it so annoying to just sit down. Not to mention the metal.”
“Is it chafing?”
“Yes. No. Kinda yes. I can feel the pressure you know. It’s definitely not silk.”
“Noted. Silk chastity device.”
“Just get me out of it.”
“Can’t. Only can do it with physical key. Sorry.”
“Well, then this conversation is over.”
“No love for your owner.”
“…” Pours coffee.
“Well, I gotta run. Love you, Luna.”
There is a stream of meetings before the lull near noon. Helen would not have taken the break had she not been forced to by the voice from her neck.
“Did you eat?”
“Yes…”
“Coffee is not food.”
“I have been busy.”
“You are working way… *deep breath* Hey, Luna. Did I ever tell you my wife is a workaholic? I don’t want you to be like that. Eat lunch and don’t be back at the computer till 1.”
“That’s MORE THAN AN HOUR.”
“And walk around. I see you have been glued to the spot.”
“BRIAN”
“Talk to you later”
Helen is stuck at the entrance to her home office. While she really wants to get to her phone and laptop she is shocked from approaching it. “That idiot” she fumes and her stomach grumbles. “…” As she walks downstairs the chains jingle and she realises that she only has the sweater on. She dashes back up to the closet. Without thinking she drops her leg into the leg of the first pant she sees, only for it to meet the thigh chain. A good amount of huffing and stamping of feet both of which elicited a metallic response and further inducing angry response. Eventually she wears long skirt.
After a full lunch and clean up Helen takes a deep breath. “Did the bands flex?” Helen takes another breath and the metal bands feel no more constrictive than a tight skirt or bra. She tries to insert her hands and feels a lot more resistance. “Oh, God.” She is spared by the ‘5 minutes left for lunch’ from the band encircling her neck.
When Helen sits down she has the expectation that the day would drag on and her thoughts would be drowned for the next few hours. Unfortunately just 20 minutes in she gets a ‘wellness reminder’.
Typically, Helen would just continue working but today she has been repeatedly reminded of a sharp end to her work hours by her collar. “Okay. One more edit, please” but there is no negotiation with an algorithm. She gets one email out before the shocks ramping up are too much. “Oh, God.” She doesn’t bother with her cell phone. “Dear Mistress O. Call Owner.” ‘Owner busy. Please leave a message’. “What am I supposed to do now.”
Helen gets an early start on dinner. She would have preferred TV or her phone. “He has a lot to pay for” she fumes as she chops tomatoes.
Chapter 6: Choice and consequence ‘Call from Owner.’ Connects “Hey, sorry I missed your calls. Busy day.”
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAD TO ENDURE TODAY?”
“Sorry. Didn’t have time to watch your videos today. Too many people. Plus, *the briefest of pause* oh woah. Sorry I missed your calls and messages. It, along with the videos, get recorded in a safe encrypted site.”
“I had to constantly get up and move. Plus, the regular looking away from the screen. Do you know how disruptive it is to work?”
“I mean, that’s the recommendation for desk jobs.”
“Well, I don’t appreciate it.”
“The health recommendations?”
“No. BEING FORCED TO.”
“*deep breath* So you know Luna…”
“STOP WITH THA*arrgh*”
“As I was saying dear Luna. My wife can get a bit obsessive with work to the point of neglecting some basic stuff. She never took advice to take just a bit better care of herself.”
“*With gritted teeth* Can I talk?”
“Sure. As long as we keep it civil.”
“Are you calling me fat?” she delivers with the coolest voice.
“No. Not at all.”
“Then what’s with all the food control and exercise. I couldn’t even get a glass of wine.”
“No, no…”
“And furthermore, dear owner. Why am I shocked when I try to turn on the TV or open any half decent app on M*zap* my phone?”
“No, but you…”
“Do you have a death wish my sweet sweet owner?” she delivers with a smile “*Shudders* Stop it. No, this is just a game.”
“ARE*zap*”
“But aren’t you excited? This is an adventure.”
“I CO*zap*… I could lose my job.”
“I am sure you are fine.”
“You made me get up every few minutes.”
“Come on you are exaggerating. And I am zooming past the videos. Seems like you got a good amount done.”
“Trust me. No.”
“Then you got to be more efficient. Get a better work life balance and all.”
“*Sigh* just get me out of this.”
“I told you. Can’t.”
“Fine. Then just disable it. All of it.”
“Are you sure?”
“*buzz* oh, ooh.”
“And none of this?”
“*massages* mmm. Hummm”
“Okay. Off.”
“HEY. What gives. OW. The metal’s biting.”
“I turned off the hermetic seal regulator. Everything off.”
“But you haven’t stopped talking.”
The bands got a bit too loose. Enough to chafe but not enough to get out of. For the first time she felt like she is wearing metal. The most annoying feeling is of two flaccid rubber pieces awkwardly positioned in her nether region.
“Hey Brian. Hey. Hello. Um. Hello Owner.” Nothing “Hey, you can’t leave me out like this. BRIAN. Humph”
Helen returns to the vegetables. The anger directed via the knife.
“Look. I am taking extra chips. That’s unhealthy right. *no response* And let me take a big glass of wine and eat in front of the TV.”
The TV show came highly rated. However, the particular viewer is too distracted to fully enjoy it. Hence Helen turns off the TV partway through the episode and dinner. “What do I do? What should I do?” external tip of her internal debates.
“Look, Brian. I don’t want to go to bed fighting.” She finally musters “Can we please just talk?” *Nothing* “I’ll come to Mexico. Or any next holiday. I’ll be more adventurous.” Deafening silence.
“Is this thing even on? Hey mistress O”
‘System paused’ “Oh. Dear Mistress O. Restart” she can feel the ‘tick’ all over the metal
‘Restarting. Please state your name’ “Sigh. Luna Fitzpatrick”
‘Verifying, Verifying, Verifying … Please state primary user name.’ “Brian Fitzpatrick Reynolds”
‘Verifying, Verifying, Verifying… Confirmed. Directives available for user- Omega. Please accept to proceed.’ “Call owner”
‘Option unavailable till directives accepted. Entering hibernation in 4 minutes’ “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What are the directives?”
‘Option unavailable till directives accepted. Entering hibernation in 4 minutes’
With no luck on the cell phone (not that she expected any different) Helen paces nervously. She has more than half a mind to just head straight to bed.
‘Entering hibernation in 1 minute. 59, 58,…’ “Oh God. Um, um.” She closes her eyes “Oh, God. Help me.”
“I accept”
“Dear Mistress O. I accept”
‘Accepted.’ The metal on her body stings ‘Directive list. Now playing:’
Brian’s voice comes on “Thank you continuing dear *there is a short audio gap* Luna. Luna *he deliberately pronounces*. I am guessing you finished dinner. If it is before 9, can you please meal prep*yawn* for tomorrow? Then a bit more exercise today. Then bathroom*yawn* and straight to bed. If it is after 9. Skip the prep. If it is after 10 skip *yawn* exercise too. If it is after 10:30 make priority tasks. If it is after today, no hard feelings but actually hard feelings and there will be punishment. I’ll think of something*yawn**yawn*. Too tired now*yawn*. Just gotta make sure that the criteria are fully *yawn* parsed. Click.”
‘Time is 7:43. Please begin meal prep.’ “Dear Mistress O please call owner.”
‘Owner has retired for the night. Please proceed with directives. Please begin meal prep.’ “Dear Mistress O Abort.”
‘Unrecognized. Please proceed with directives. Please begin meal prep.’
Helen tried a few more but there did not seem to be any exit option. She soon gives up. By the time the slow cooker for the oats has been set up the metal on her body recalibrated itself to easily slip into the mental background. However, the collar’s presence is unavoidable as it ‘directs’ her meal prep. “I guess a vegan sandwich for lunch and taco Tuesday for dinner.” She is also forced to lay out coffee cups and other snacks. There is a negotiation involved but she is arguing with herself. For there is a total amount of ‘non-meal’ food. “And I have to decide what I fancy a DAY ahead. This is the meal plan from hell.” She settles on two cups of coffee and two small bowls of chocolate.
“Okay. Has hell given us workout too. Why yes. Yes of course. Because how the HELL am I supposed to do 30 minutes of cardio in chains.” Eventually she zeroes in on the rowing machine as the best bet. In addition to this she has to lift weights, plank, and push ups. She is exhausted and cannot wait for the shower.
When Helen enters the bathroom though the toilet reminds itself. “Oh, God. Not this indignity again.” A quick chat with her collar tells her that the parameters are still the same. Yet she still instinctively first goes to undo the band. “Urghhh.” She sits on the toilet and attaches all the required chains. “Why am I doing this” she groans cross armed.
Chapter 7: I love you but I hate you Helen hears and feels the alarm all over her. She feels sore in her nether regions from the teasing. While the internal plugs stay in their place the metal rods holding her on the bed give way without her prompting.
“Hello sleepy head. Did you have a good sleep?”
“Whaa”
“I wanted to talk with you as you get ready for work.”
“5 more minutes”
“He he. Are you sleeping better chained?”
“*buries her head in the pillow* Go away.”
“Come, come. I want to do something, well, professional today.”
By now sleep is lost to Helen “What do you want?” she gets up “Straight to the point okay. So, thank you for continuing our game. I appreciate it, Helen. Now, I would like to talk to Luna please and thank you.”
“We are not done. I am just too sleepy to fight now.”
“Hi Luna. Hope you slept well. For today I am thinking…” is interrupted “On second thought I can’t with this. I need my coffee.” Helen puts on a dressing gown and goes downstairs.
“2 and 2. Decent choice. They are worth more than not getting shocked, right?”
“WHAT?”
“Did you not hear it last night, Luna? That third category I added this morning. Reduced penalty. Also, I added a penalty. Hehe”
“Veto”
“Unfortunately, dear Luna you don’t have the power of veto. I do, though. Muhahaha. ”
Helen closes her eyes takes a deep breath and turns on the coffee machine. And sound from the collar is interrupted with a “shh.” She prays. When the coffee is ready is immediately pours it and returns to closed eyes. Then she reads a devotion and then spends a good many minutes just staring outside. The coffee is almost gone and the oats with fruit half.
“You can’t just change the rules of the game like that.” She says all of a sudden.
Brian needs more than a moment to re-engage “Um, well I am the game master. Thems the breaks.”
“I would like to file a complaint.”
“Of course, madam. Please take a token and wait your turn. Once you are called…”
“BRIAN”
“Who’s this Brian”
“OWNER. Look you had your fun. And I have to admit this can be exciting…”
“…Exciting in general and not just the vibrators?”
“Yes, exciting in general. But as I was trying to say. It is not conducive to a work environment.”
“No. I think oversized sweaters are the real unprofessional culprits. Dress properly today.”
Helen’s eyes widen “How do you” she waves at the metal all over her body. Out of nowhere is shocked.
“Just so you know you did nothing wrong. Well, you didn’t remove the penalty. This was the first of your two shocks. Anyways, you are smart and resourceful. Dare I say as good as my dear wife.”
“Veto”
“You can’t veto facts. You are smart, resourceful, and beautiful. Now show it.”
“You know what I mean. Brian, come on. Stop this.”
“Ignoring that stranger’s name *gets a stare*. You said it yourself it can be exciting. Come on give it a chance. Let’s get our money’s worth.”
Helen’s eyes go wide “BRIAN HOW MUCH DID THIS COST?”
“(mumble)”
“BRIAN”
“Does it make you feel better that I got a full refund on the flight and hotel. Plus if we add all the activities and food I planned for us it will cover good amount of it.”
“You booked for me? Brian, I told you.”
“Yes, but I really wanted you to come.”
“Brian”
“This is still a big purchase and we should have talked it over.”
“I wanted to surprise.”
“Plus, with anonymous feedback we are almost cost neutral.”
“IF I had come to Mexico. So, not only are you adding a cost that I had explicitly told you not to but you also want to LITERALLY sell my body.”
“ANONYMOUS. And even then only the biosensors and stuff. Actual audio/video go into an encrypted folder.”
“… We are redoing our budget when you get back. We are selling that old car hogging the garage.”
“It’s vintage. *silence* What has that car ever done to you? *Silence* Sure.” Helen is shocked again. “that was the second of your two shocks for the day.”
“and definitely forget about the new PlayStation. Plus, you are doing my chores for the foreseeable future.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“Come on. You already came back yesterday.”
“That’s not. *Sigh*. Fiiine. But I get vetoes.”
“Where is the fun in that?”
“Brian”
“What’s a Brian?”
“Grrr. Owner, I can’t just, just…”
“Do you trust me Helen?”
“…Yes”
“So, go get dressed for work. Come on you are going to be late.”
“*Sigh* okay, um Owner.”
“and finish your breakfast before you leave.”
“But that oats is*zap* Fine.”
Chapter 8: Life is more fun when there are rules “Hello Helen.” Helen’s co-worker pops onto the screen. “Oh, nice outfit. Looking Chic.”
“Thanks. My husband picked it out. He got this qipao for my birthday and when he saw it today, he insisted that I wear it.”
“I thought he was on a work trip.”
“Yes, video call.”
“Awww. Keeping the romance alive. Anyway, let’s get started” the co-worker digs into some slides.
Helen checks for the hundredth time on the laptop camera. She is sure that the metal collar is visible above the dress collar and the bicep cuffs over the mid-thigh length sleeves. “And this” she tries to cover her chest with her arms “this is bulging. If I use my hands. Yes, no. Grrrr…” The scarf just sitting on the chair next to her is sorely tempting. She catches herself before she actually reaches for the scarf and narrowly avoids a shock.
“Are you sure you don’t want the Adam’s apple scarf?” her collar suddenly booms.
“Hey, I am working here. Privacy please. Also, I am not a masochist.”
“Privacy is only for bathroom breaks. Plus, can’t a guy have a quick chat with his lover during the workday.”
“Hmph”
“And I am not calling you a masochist. I am calling you a loser. What happened to all the defiance when we were dressing today?”
“I was FORCED dressed and so I have the right to rebel.”
“Rebel away. Try to beat the system…”
“…*with air quotes*Try to beat the system. Good feedback. Yeah, yeah” she darts her tongue out in defiance.
“So, when will I lose sight of this bright blue Qipao with beautiful peacocks adorning it all over so majestically?”
“Grrr… I have to use the bathroom.”
“I have to go. Talk to you later. And remember to keep up your movement. Wellness checks are important.”
In the spacious bathroom she digs into the laundry hamper and takes out an old ragged t-shirt. With a good amount of hesitation she wears it. “…” As she is slowly unclenching *zap* “Hey, what gives. Are you watching me?” *Silence*
Brian calls back after half an hour “Hey, what’s up. Oh, looks like someone was naughty.”
“I thought I had privacy in the bathroom.”
“You do. But the AI detected fabric covering your qipao. Sensors only. Did you or did you not wear it?”
Sheepishly “Yes”
“See, this is good. This is feedback. Keep it up.”
“Evil, just evil.”
“But I guess we have to impose a penalty. Only one 5 minute bathroom break every two hours.”
“WH*zap*”
“and no loud sounds during working hours”
“You can’t change stuff like that.”
“But we have established that I can.”
“This…”
“Oh, sorry Luna. I have to rush. Talk to you later.”
“Asshole”
Between the near constant deluge of meetings, emails, and the ‘guidance’ to get up and stretch lunch time rolls around quickly. Helen is forced to leave and frets “I can’t afford 59 minutes away” as she makes her way downstairs. She stops at the bottom landing as the phone vibrates in her hand. She starts composing a reply for the email when the shock to her hands drops the phone. She shouts in panic as it falls to the carpet.
The Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain · Part 2 (2/5)
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