The Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain · Part 1

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Chapter 1: Rage against the defaults “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to sunny Mexican beaches?”

“Hmmm”

“*Sigh* Honey, are you working?”

“What? Sorry. I got another email.”

“Helen!”

“What?” Helen lowers her phone and turns from the passenger seat.

“*Sigh* Please it’s not too late. Do you want to come with me?”

“Come on, Brian. I feel bad enough already. I have work and those stupid meetings.”

“I know but what’s the point of remote working if you can’t do it in Mexico?”

“I have all my things here. Besides you will be in the conference all day. I will be alone in the hotel room.”

“As opposed to your companions here” he waves at the snow and traffic.

“You know what I mean” Helen’s face is contorting.

“I actually don’t. Do you..*Brian takes a pause* I would really appreciate it if we travelled together”

“I hear you *Sigh, Rubs head* It’s just urghhh. Anyways, it’s too late now.”

“I can book tickets. Honey, if you change your mind I don’t care about the cost.”

“mmm. No. No. *Shakes her head* No, I can’t”

“Take lots of photos for me” Helen forces a smile.

“I will have my due.”

“Ooh. Bonus time? When are you getting the cheque.”

“You know this is why people get lovers” Brian says with an even tone.

“Are you installing tinder on the flight, haha”

“Already have a secret lover.”

“What? Did you suddenly become ethically non-monogamous or something. Hmm, okay. Maybe I’ll try veganism.”

“I am serious. Look at my phone.”

Helen places her index finger on his phone’ fingerprint scanner. “Secret Lover. I see. Who am I going to get when I call this number. You know those shrieking pranks are so old that it might considered a historical re-enactment at this point.” But silently throws in a few taps.

“Haha, funny. Hey, do you mind helping me with the bags?”

“Sure. *checks and taps her phone* I mean I am glad you are taking my help but why do you have to lug so much.”

“Hey, you do your bitch work for your boss. I have mine.”

“Hmpf”

“Besides. I want to say goodbye without fighting off frostbite.”

The chilly wind give way to constant stream of monotone announcements and background chatter. One more animated contribution is added by Helen and Brian “What are you carrying here? Feels heavy for such a small size” Helen complains.

Brian doesn’t give an answer and instead pulls out his phone “Can you wait here for one second? I’ll be back.”

“Sure”

Helen’s mind drifts to work. She is going over in her head all the emails that need composing, presentations to be made, codes to be run…

Brian is returning light handed and sees the brunette lady in dark jeans, boots, scarf, knitted red jumper and a different shade of red peaking from underneath, crouched over her phone. His heart is beating fast.

“So, I am all checked in” he says with all the cool her can muster.

“Ok. So, is this carry-on?” the points to the bag at her feet “Be careful. You are not as young as you used to be.”

“And we have a hotel room for the next few hours?”

“What?”

“Well, I wanted at least some quality time together. Plus, we beat worst of the traffic.”

“But this is a huge waste of money. BRIAN” Helen’s face is showing all the anger her voice is suppressing.

“It’ll be fine. It’s hourly rate. Just like a love hotel”

“BRIAN. NO” and he gets punched “Fine. Here is some bribery.”

“I…” is interrupted by ornate golden choker Brian pulls out from the bag.

Helen is ecstatic “Oh my. That’s beautiful” Brian responds by unclipping the choker and it splits in to two semi-circular pieces.

“Can you lift your hair please?” and Helen obliges. “This would have been less awkward with some privacy.” There is no reply as Brian does something behind Helen’s back. Then rotates the choker. This time it tightens. “How does it feel?”

Helen tugs and tries to rotate it “Snug… but not uncomfortable”

“Cool. Can I give you the rest and maybe a snuggle or massage more privately? *gets glare* Hands only”

“Fine. *then lowers her voice* Hands only”

Brian admires the figure of his wife walking in front of him. “I hope she forgives me.”

Chapter 2: Jewellery – A woman’s best friend? Helen clothes are slowly coming off and she is reciprocating the favour to her partner. This aids in enthusiastically returning the kisses they are planting over each other’s body. “You lied *Pant* Those are not no hands” There is no verbal response instead a sharp drop in pace from the neck and withdrawing of his hands from her left breast. “I am sorry.” Brian’s tongue speeds back up. “Oooh, ah…” He abruptly stops. “WHAT” controls her voice “gives”

“Well, I have more Jewellery for you.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“I thought that’s why you agreed to come.”

“Fine. Hurry up.”

Out comes a more gold-plated metal but this time smaller. They go on her wrists and ankles. Brian inserts a small rod and turns it with a key. Once locked the slots look identical to those lining the raised circumference. He gives them each of the four a quick turn immediately after locking and more thoroughly after completing.

“Um, honey these bangles and Anklets are very pretty” she examines the ½ centimetre think and 4 long objects with intricate designs adorning her limbs “but what are you doing. This hardly seems…”

Another item is pulled out “Is that a bra? *then sees the metal link straps* Oh. Honey, I don’t think this is the time or the place.”

“What we are doing isn’t all that appropriate you know” Brian says.

“That was your idea too. *His hands give her knickers a quick rub* Fiine”

“…And your bra” She hesitates before unclasping at the back.

Once done Brian pauses for a moment. This gets a ‘What-are-you-doing-hand-shaking’ from his wife. The lined band and bra cups are aligned on her chest. The smooth dark material in the cups do not make contact the flesh of the 34C breasts. The metal link straps cross over in the back and drop down in the front in a V-shape down to the junction of the cups. He then attaches a cover nut and inserts a rod in.

“These are huge.”

“You say like it is a bad thing” Brian attaches a cover nut and inserts a rod in “Mmm. No support.” He inserts a key and turns.

“Oh, yeah? We’ll fix that” and he takes out his cell phone and taps. “*Inflating sound* *Eek*”

Following his wife’s reaction he taps again “How do you like that?”

“*Over a buzz that Helen feels more than hears* Well, I *Hmmm* can’t complain *Ooh* about support.”

“Ready?” he asks.

“mmhmm. Sure” she replies less than half listening but is awakened when cold metal touches her waist. “What the …” before she can finish Brian index finger is on her lips.

“Give me a few minutes and it will be complete” as she pushes away the metal bands.

Brian kisses her and continues “Please let me finish.”

“NO. Honey, a chastity belt is too far for an airport hotel. Let’s do this once you get back. Besides don’t you want to have sex?”

“What happened to hands only? *Gets death glare* Alright, alright hypocrite. *Brian’s hands loosen the grip on the metal and his face gets serious* Maybe we can keep this going to Mexico?”

“Brian. Come on. We have been over this.”

“*His demeanour shifts right back* Kidding. Relax, I was joking *Deep breath*. Anyways, this will be fun. Trust me.”

“I haven’t shaved in ages. It’s gonna itch and look ugly.”

“Don’t worry. Full coverage and it won’t itch. It’s good material… It will be fun. Trust me. Now can you please wear this. Please.”

“NO” to this Brian taps on his cell phone and the device he is holding vigorously vibrates.

“Now that you have ruined the surprise can you please wear it?”

“…I am not doing butt stuff, especially unprepared.” She takes a good few moments to reply.

“*Brian gives a knowing look* In moderation. Extreme moderation” Helen responds flustered.

“It’s a special design. Trust me. It will blow your mind.”

“Why so complicated *gets a stare*” and she nods.

Lube duty goes to Helen while Brian is neatly folding the shed jeans and light pink knickers. Then he places them into the bag with the rest removed by his wife earlier.

“What are you doing?”

“My trophy collection.”

“If you could do laundry to your collection that would be great.”

“*Stares* You know…*sticks his tongue out*”

“Hehe. I have emptied half the bottle.”

“Cool. One can add more stuff through the slot here at the waist band buckle.”

“Whatever. Get it over with before I change my mind.”

The anal and vaginal plug go in without too much strain. Then Brian pulls the band up to close it on the waist band buckle using the same method but a bigger rod as lock. The opening is well hidden to the left side of the square buckle.

“Ooh. Okay. Turn it on” Helen closed eyes.

“Just a bit more.” She hesitates for a bit before nodding.

Eight more golden painted and lined items are brought out. Two encircle on the bicep. Two thigh bands lie halfway down to the knees and are about as thick as the bracelets and anklets but slightly shorter. A chain on each outer side connects to the waist band of the belt while two parallel chains connect the inner thighs.

“There.”

“Are you done? Please start it already.”

“Aren’t these nice?”

“Yeah, sure. But I am not in the headspace to admire it right now.”

“I thought women love foreplay.” This gets a strong glare.

A few kisses and few seconds on for the three sources of vibrations haze up Helen’s mind enough for her to assent. “These are not just Jewellery” and Brian pulls out more chains. These find spots concealed in plain sight on the bracelets, anklets, bra, and belt. The end result contorts and traps Helen to the hotel bed. While projecting confidence he is internally in turmoil and is constantly battling the thoughts of ‘I should stop. This won’t end well. How is this a good idea?…’

Helen lifts her head from the bed and says “Honey, I have been super patie*zap*…” Brian takes a deep breath and makes the tap ominously and his wife is shocked silent.

“*Another deep breath* This is your payment for ditching our holiday.”

Brian takes a deep breath and says facing away from his wife “Red leather, yellow leather. Red leather, yellow leather”

“H*zap*… B*zap *… t*zap*…” Helen opens her mouth but more than the barest volume elicits a shock.

“yellow leather … Thank you for volunteering Luna. I don’t think my wife would appreciate what I am going to do to you.”

“W*zap*…*deep breath*” makes an ‘what are you talking about’ face.

“This is going to be fun. Well, for one of us at least” and he taps his phone repeatedly.

“It’s like a video game. So fun.” but the focus of his attention doesn’t share the view. She is electrically prodded against vocalising it though. Yet she tries because her non-verbal communication has also been limited. She thrashes with her legs, the freest except for the thigh bands. Her head is held back by a chain attached to the back of the collar and her arms are crossed over each other with wrists locked to forearms. “That’s another Not an Orgasm. How many has it been?” The tormented is not listening instead fully focused on using all the muscles available to her to reach what her body craves. “I am going to get dressed. Let’s see how the AI program fares.”

A fully clothed Brian emerges from the bathroom. He admires for a moment and taps. There is a significant delay before the metal-clad figure stops thrashing.

“That was awesome. You know what. You are no longer secret lover.” To the still speechless audience of one “There: Luna (Lover)” and she is too tired to react.

“To appreciate you even more for the duration of my trip my Wife’s number is blocked. It’s not like Helen will have time for me. What with being immersed in her work and all.”

“…” she opens her mouth but even if she could speak her thoughts are yet to fully form before Brian continues.

“And let’s get your hands-free communication device set up” and he fidgets with the collar.

“There. All done. Is it Dear Mistress O to interact with? What do you think?” and he taps “… I *tests* I, I. I don’t. I don’t know. How should I know? HO*zap and is motioned to calm down* What the hell are you on?” she just about keeps her voice under control.

“On you. Hehe”

“TH*zap* *deep breath* Hmmph. Why can’t I talk?” she is breathing heavily.

“I mean, you clearly are. Hah”

“YO*zap* Grrrr. You know what I mean.”

“Safety. We don’t know if these walls are thin.” Brian has an infuriating smile on.

“Okay. Well, you had your fun. Now get me out.” Comes the reply with a forced calm voice.

“*with exaggeration*. Oh, wait. Is that the alarm? *Takes out his phone showing no notification* Oops looks like the flight is going to board soon. I should head out. I’ll set the magnetic locks to open in 10 minutes. Let’s make it 15. Should give us plenty of time to go our separate ways. Don’t want to accidentally be spotted by someone at the airport and have my wife find out. Not like she would care anyways. I basically shoved it into her face and she didn’t even have a proper reaction.”

“*kiss* Hey wait. *kiss* What are you doing? She cares. I care. Stop this game” the sadness is dripping.

Brian’s face changes and he very quietly talks with himself “I can do this. She can do this. This is for the best. No. Yes. This will be fun…”

“Honey talk to me.” The voice from the bed breaks his thought loop.

“This will be fun.” He says looking straight into her eyes.

Then his tone changes to mildly flirty “I have to catch my flight. We enjoyed ourselves for too long. Bye” a deep kiss on the mouth “Luna.” She just stares unable to react as he continues “Checkout is not needed. Just make sure you are out within the next hour” and he walks towards the door. “Have fun. *tap* See you in a week *slam*”

Chapter 3: Are you ever truly alone? “Almost. Almost.” The legs are thrashing and the body is taking all accessible positions. “Almost.” “No, no. n. Oh. Humm” the legs slam shut during this downtime for the vibrators. “I have to pee so badly” has half the mind to wet the bed out of petty revenge. Then is horrified as not her husband but a poor hotel worker will have to deal with it. While going through a torrent of thoughts in her head suddenly the tension in her limbs gives. She gets up and is thrown off “Oh, God this thigh chain is still there.” There is no choice here as she shuffles to the bathroom. She hovers over the toilet bowl and realises the metal impediment.

“How do I get this contraption out. Gahh this perforated shield over…” she cannot hold anymore. Though she expected a messy splash what comes out is a gentle stream. She wipes down but feels no contact. “Huh” she pokes and prods with a collection of 1-ply paper. The visible vaginal skin is just out of reach. “What the hell is HA *zap*…” and lands on the toilet seat and fumes internally at not being able to vocalise her frustration with full force.

There is a mess on the floor from trying to spray clean and blow dry. “Urghhh. There. That is some progress. I hope their plumbing system is good.” As the water flushes out the lady in metal sighs and looks at the mirror and notices something. “What. What is this? L U…” her stomach drops. She moves and the leg chains go taut quickly tempering her pace.

“Luna. Seriously Luna” is spelt out in pink jewels on the front of the gold colour collar. “What kind of sick prank is this?” she stares at the selfie she has taken with her phone’s rear camera. The doubt has seeped in enough that she reaches for her wallet. “Oh God, okay. I am not hallucinating.” She returns her driver’s license in its place and places the wallet into a big light green purse. “Wait, what’s my travel purse doing here?”

‘Dear Luna. Since my wife is not using it currently you can have it.’ “That bastard.” She calls and it goes straight to voicemail.

“Urghhh.”

“I should… Wait, where are my clothes… AR*zap*” silenced and shocked again.

When the only available dress makes contact with the metal locked onto she hears a voice

‘Please activate your touchless personal communication device. To activate please say Dear Mistress O please activate.’ This repeats as long as she there is metal-fabric contact.

“Is this from the shock collar? What fresh hell is this?”

‘…Mistress O please activate.’ Soon it gets annoying “Fine. Dear Mistress please activate.”

‘Please activate your touchless personal communication device. To activate please say Dear Mistress O please activate.’ “… Dear Mistress please activate.”

‘To confirm identity. What is your name?’ “Helen.”

‘Not found. To confirm identity. What is your name?’.

“What the…” and the droning has now shifted to asking her name.

“Oh my…”Anger rises as she realises. “Luna”

‘Thank you. Please state your last name’. “Finnegan”

‘Not found. To confirm identity. What is your name?’ “What?. Did he. That bastard. He said that he didn’t care. Luna Reynolds.”

‘Not found. To confirm identity. What is your name?’ “Oh. Dude, what are you thinking.” She calls him but no response.

Tries again ‘Not found. To confirm identity. What is your name?’ “Oh, shut it *rubs head* Luna Fitzpatrick.”

‘Confirmed user – Omega. Please state owner’s name.’

With only internal rage she says “Brian Fitzpatrick Reynolds.”

‘Confirmed Owner. You have one voice and text message. First voice message. From Owner: *Hey Honey. I enjoyed our rendezvous. Hope you got out of the hotel okay. I had the AI put navigation. Let me know how it goes. Love you, Luna. Hehe. Talk to you soon. *End of message.’ Before she can react the voice from the collar continues ‘First text message. From Alpha: Hey, this is Brian’s WIFE Helen. Who did he drag in for this prank?’ and she shudders upon the memory of composing this message.

Helen nervously pokes out of the hotel room. While the corridor itself is deserted the main passageway is abuzz with people. To it she cautiously makes her way in a dull red sweater dress. ‘Please turn left at the next door’. Her phone is out to portray normalcy of the sound to any potential observers. She also tries to muffle the sound itself using her arms and the fabric of the long sleeves and the turtleneck to muffle the sound from the collar. The heaviness of the dress hides any visible hint of the metal underneath. Below the tea length dress are low-heeled boots that hide the anklets and vanish below the hem.

The metal chains in the purse, retrieved out of embarrassment of potential discovery by the cleaning crew, have been padded by reams of toilet paper. There is less success with sound for the metals on her body, especially the thigh chain. Even accounting for all of it, Helen is much more self-conscious than needed, given the throngs of people much more worried about their flight or trying to leave that memory behind.

“Cold. Cold. Cold. Maybe I should have gone to Mexico.” Helen gets into the car and hears.

‘Vehicle permission- one time granted’ before the surround sound of the collar continues giving directions.

Helen would have forgotten it given the chaos of the day but is harshly reminded of another version of it when she gets out of the car. Rather pulls the handle and is given a quick shock. “Ow, I didn’t even say anything.”

‘Permission required to enter private property. Request Owner or user Alpha. Do you wish to request?’ “Oh my goodness… Come on. Come. Pick up… I am going to KI*pauses* KILL. MURDER. TORTURE. *after some significant venting* Damn it. Maybe I can run for it.”

After a brief attempt “Nope.” When she sits down the plug sink in again “What the hell? Why does it shock down there? That cannot be safe. None of this is safe.” Helen tries to rub the electrocuted parts but access is metal hindered.

She again hears ‘Permission required to enter private property. Request Owner or Alpha. Do you wish to request?’ “Fine sure.”

‘Contacting Owner. Out of range. Contacting user alpha. No calls allowed without supervision of owner. Please leave a message.’ “Um, I want to get into the house.”

‘Sent’ and Helen’s phone gets a text message alert.

The message is from ‘Lover alleged’ and reads ‘Do you wish to grant house access to user – Omega? Y or N’ and there is an attachment. It plays “Um, I want to get into the house.” She taps Y and the collar tells her ‘Granted’. Helen tentatively steps out of the car and walks even slower than constrained by the thigh bands. There is no alert from the collar, no shock or escalating levels of shock as she approaches the door. “Why am I nervous opening the door? Gosh, I am so messed up.”

Chapter 4: Sunday scaries like you have never seen before Helen plops down on the sofa. The muscle memory please of the soft cushion is tarnished by the plugs digging into her innards from two angles. “Asshole.” Only the boots, out of habit, have been thrown off. Other than that, she is vegging on the sofa unable to decide or resolve what to do. Out of nowhere her collar pipes up.

‘Call from Owner.’ With no action on Helen’s part the call connects.

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t reply. The WiFi was spotty. Looks like you got in though. So, no harm no foul.”

“YOU ASSHOLE. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS. I AM YOUR WIFE…”

“… AND I COULD HAVE FROZEN OUT THERE. Hey, say something.”

“Did you get it all out?” Brian calmly asks.

“Defend yourself. What is wrong with you?” the voice is exasperated. “How am I going to show my face anywhere?”

“What is wrong with your face? I love it.”

“YOU IDIOT. DON’T PLAY DUMB. *Sigh* You know what I mean.”

“Honey. I love you and it is going to be exciting. If nothing, please do this as a favour for me.”

“Dude, but…”

“Look, you didn’t come with me for vacation in Mexico.”

“Conference.”

“That’s not. You know how it is. Hmph. You know. I hope you can trust me.”

“I don’t *the belt kicks in* t… Oh. Mmmhm. Ooh…”

“HEY. Not again. We are trying to…” she slams the chastity belt.

“*Ahem*So, how do you like the house Luna?”

“I am NOT…” is ignored “My wife will be too busy to notice you. But best to keep it QUIET.” Helen picks up the cue.

She whispers “So, um.”

“Yeah, you can talk. Just not loudly. Unless you are not done venting.”

“So, um. What do you want from me? Look I offered sex. We can have sex when you get back.”

“You know our. Sorry. Keep character. Stay in character. Ahem. My wife and I never had trouble with our sex life Luna. It’s the excitement, adventure, and exploring together that’s missing. I mean take this outfit. It literally stops sex and opens up new adventures and possibilities. I hope we can enjoy it LUNA. *the voice saddens* Because I could never ask my wife to take a holiday. Let alone an adventure.”

“I…I, um… I” Helen is speechless.

“Well, it’s late. I hate to admit it but my wife was right that this is a work trip and I have things to do. So, um let’s keep this simple. Cook a healthy meal. Exercise. Keep it simple 30 push ups and 2 minutes plank. Then make your bed. Most of it is done. Cleaning and Shower. Then straight to bed.”

“What um…”

“Chop. Chop.” Helen gets a gentle zap and some vibrations.

Helen makes quinoa and some vegetable curry. A low buzz and silence accompany her kitchen time. Except when she goes for things like cream or sugar and gets shocks. “Looks good” she hears unexpectedly when she is almost done. This is followed by an increase in the pleasurable patterns at her breasts and nether regions. “Great, I hope you enjoyed it. Now time to exercise.”

“I can’t really get into my gym clothes.”

“Why do you need that? What are you missing? Breast support?”

“ummm. So…”

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