The Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain · Part 3

The Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain · Part 3 (3/5)
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The food consumed and the place cleaned up. There is nothing to take up her mind away from her phone. It is tantalisingly lying there and yet out of her reach. At least without getting shocked. Her thought loop is broken by the very familiar voice.

“Are we enjoying lunch? Oh, someone’s fast.”

“Brian. I got to get back to work. It’s piling. I got an email from …”

“I see we created a new Adam’s apple.”

“You made me drop the phone. We can’t afford a new one Brian*zap*. And they are waiting for my reply. Brian*zap* that one really hurt. What gives? *silence* Fine, owner. Just let me get it.”

“After lunch time Luna.”

“But I have so much to do.”

“You sound just like my workaholic wife.”

“I, just. Urghhh”

“I mean if you are bored. There is always those books you err my wife wanted to finish. I am sure you would love them Luna.”

Glare “…”

“Or we could have you do your makeup. Make you more professional.”

“Fiiine. The book that I want is my office. If you could”

“Nice try”

“No, really. I promise. In and out.”

“I don’t want to shock you as you try to glimpse and the screen. Look, better solution. Here, I have logged into your audiobook account.”

“But”

“Just relax…”

A new voice speaks “A passage”

“Bu*zap*”

“No talking during book time”

The new voice returns “A passage extracted from the…”

Helen finishes her taco while her companion from another country argues with her.

“So, come on. You got everything done today, right?”

“Like I said I had a few…”

“You have told me many times about how those email chains end up resolving themselves.”

Smiles “How often have we talked about my work before owner?”

“I um. I used the collar to read your mind and so a context search about work and email. It’s amazing you know.”

“Uh, huh. So, I should get to the next chore YOU have set.”

“Before that. Can you double check that we have gauze and the full first aid kit stocked?”

“Um, sure. Why?”

“No reason. Just being safe.” And Helen goes to the bathroom.

“You are going to hurt me. I knew this was a domestic violence thing.”

“Come on. Nobody can hurt you through that chastity outfit.”

As Helen is exiting the bathroom he asks, “Oh, I forgot. How was the chapter?”

“Oh, my goodness. Okay, so…*a good while passes as Helen without giving her conversation part a gap in* and as you know it never gets *house bell rings* huh.”

“I guess you should go get it.”

“What is this?” she gets up from the chair and pulls down the hem of the Qipao which suddenly reminds her of her metal adornments.

With full panic Helen says “I can’t go to the door like this”

“What about the tip. Do you hate service workers?”

“My Gosh Br*zap* Ouch.”

A voice from outside says “Hello. Anybody there?”

“Just a minute” Helen shouts “Let me grab my purse.”

With a much lower voice “I AM NOT AN EXHIBHISIONIST”

“That you are not. So, the challenge is to not show the metal exhbitionist.”

“Then I…”

“Without wearing extra clothes.”

“What am I supposed to do with THESE!!!” she waves her wrists “Hmmm. Yeah, but as the owner I can’t just willy nilly change my word now can I?”

“You literally DID”

“How dare thy question mine integrity” and a short shock localised on the left wrist “HEY”

“tick tock”

Helen walks to the front door extremely conscious of the bands over her. The chains from the waist to the thigh bands peek out through the two side slits on the skirt. “Gosh, these make a racket” she feels about the metal with every step she takes.

“For Luna Fitzpatrick?” the guy at the door asks.

“Yes. Sorry about the wait.” and hands him a money she had been clutching.

“Okay. Oh, thanks. That’s generous. Here you go.” He gives a bag which she receives from behind a small wall of shoes crumpled up to cover her ankle bands.

“Hurt both wrists? Should you be carrying weights. I can help.” He points at the gauze on both wrists.

Helen’s heart beats faster than it already is “No, no. I am good. Almost healed. Thank you.”

“Take care” as he leaves, she very carefully closes the door taking extra care not to disturb the fabric on her thigs and biceps as well as the shoe dump at her ankles from revealing anything.

Helen takes a deep breath and places the bag on the table.

“Oh my goodness” she is still amped.

“That was smart. A+” the voice from around her throat says.

“I just I just.”

“No punishment.”

“Yay” she conceives it to be in mockery but is much more genuine than she would care to admit.

“Want to share the credits with someone who figured out gauze is not officially clothing ahead of time.”

“YOU PLANNED IT.”

“Surprise.”

“BR*zap* ouch. Owner”

“But the shoe wall. That was smart.”

“Thank you.” Again the bow is more sincere than she is would like.

“And your reward awaits.”

Helen opens bag to see a flowers and a box of chocolate. “Awww. What happened to my forced diet?”

“This is my way of saying it really is a game. I love you just the way you are.”

“Awww” Helen doesn’t even conceive of sarcasm here.

“I like you to do what you love to do. If say dolling up is part of it then I definitely won’t complain.”

“Why do you gotta ruin it?”

“Hehe, I am still a red-blooded guy.”

“*she stops herself before she can uttering the syllable ‘Br’* Owner.”

“I really enjoy this. I really do. I but I got to go. Important dinner needs attending.”

“Okay”

“Talk to you later.”

“Love you”

“Love you”

Helen begins the workout with much less irritation than the last two days. Of her ‘requirements’ the toilet part still feels wrong, but she has done the list of things she needs to do with lots of time left for lights out. “What to do. What to do.” She turns of the TV. As it lights up a pulsing shock rolls over her. She turns the TV off. “What to do. What to do.” To makeup drawer in the bathroom and she pulls out a few different shades of nail polish.

Helen locks herself on to the frame hovering over the bed. As the lights turn themselves off, she is hoping for a goodnight message. Radio silence. There is no time to dwell on it as the vibrations begin.

Chapter 9: A not-so-typical day part 1 – Suit-up Morning alarm is more vibrations. Nowhere near intense as those of the night but this frustration, instead tiring and inducing sleep, banishes any hope of sleep. “… Urghhh, I still have two and a half hours till the first meeting of the day” Helen shouts after banging the belt and looking at her phone.

Breakfast is finished quickly even accounting for the random shock that spills a good amount of food. Yet it doesn’t have staying power compared to the sexual frustration Helen has pent up. The vibrator that she tried half an hour ago unsuccessfully is tempting her. “I am sure I can get it done.” 15 minutes later she is more sexually charged but nowhere near the peak. “BRIAN!!! Call owner”

‘Unavailable’ “Urghhh” she stares at her coloured nails.

Helen’s co-workers slowly log in to the 9:30 meeting.

“Ooh, you look very professional today” one of the early ones says “Thanks” Helen slightly blushes.

“Two days in a row. Do you have a something after?”

“No. Just felt like something new” but the comments end there as the meeting is called to order.

After the nearly two-hour meeting Helen is forced to immediately get up by the ‘wellness check’. All the regularly scheduled postponed due to being on a video call are imposed with extra time penalty. She teeters on platform heels reserved for the bedroom. “Why did I even think this was a good idea?” She bends down to unbuckle. When he hands touch the straps, she is shocked.

‘Warning. Do not remove uniform before end of workday.’ “What? When was it…” No answers. She carefully gets out of the office to end the low-level warning shocks. A quick update from her collar tells her that by the time ‘wellness check’ is over lunch time would begin. “I guess I better go down.”

Helen takes much longer than usual to reach to bottom of the staircase. When she does her collar booms, “You made it without breaking your ankles!”

“You were watching and didn’t let me take of my shoes?”

“I am ALWAYS watching. *tone changes* I am so sorry that I didn’t call yesterday night before bed. Called into something big. Might get my project fully greenlit.”

“That is awesome. Congratulations.”

“Nothing set yet. That’s why I had to be away today morning as well. I will make it up to you.”

“How about you let me out of these shoes.”

“But they go so well with your outfit.”

“Do they? Do they really?”

“Hmm, give me a full turn.”

“Seriously?”

“Come on. Now I insist. I, your owner, order you to.”

*Sigh*. Helen slowly turns holding the railing.

“I haven’t seen this skirt-suit come out in ages.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why.”

“And, I see you haven’t lost your makeup touch. When did you have the time. Oh, I see. You did your nails yesterday. Someone was prepared. Good job.” He delivers Helen a buzz.

“Yes” and is caught off guard to say anything more.

“I honestly can’t tell apart the shade of your nails, lipstick, and blouse.”

“That’s cause you *vibrations go up, pause*are a man.”

“And I don’t think I didn’t notice that the high neck blouse with that cute bow on it oriented on her left and long sleeve jacket are not just style choice” the vibrators Helen is stuck with move a bit faster.

“To recap hair, face, dress, nails good” Helen is starting to lose focus of his voice. “But the heels are a bit out of place don’t you think.” The vibrations stop.

“HEY, what gives.”

“Don’t get me wrong they look great. But white platforms are not really screaming professional.”

“Then let me out of…” is interrupted.

“And your ankle jewel is still out there for the world to see. Tsk, tsk.” And is mildly shocked.

“OUCH. That’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not my dear Luna. I actually like this contrast. Business up top party down low.”

“*Groan*. So, reward me.”

“Whatever do you mean Luna?”

“Don’t play with me Br*zap* Owner. I am close. I wasn’t given satisfaction in the morning either. This whole week in fact.”

“… the workday is still not over?”

“And you still haven’t had lunch. That’s settles it.”

“Come on. Just a quickie.”

“No” mild shock.

“OUCH, hey. It’s not an unreasonable *zap*. HEY*zap*”

“You lost lunch shouting privileges for your unreasonable requests.”

“It’s not unrea *zap**zap*Okay, okay, fine.”

“I knew you would see reason Luna.”

“Hmph”

“Well, enjoy lunch.”

“Okay”

“And eat up. Poor thing spent it on less shocks. Didn’t work out, did it dear *gets death glare*. Anyways, gotta run. Talk to you later.”

“Bye”

Helen expects a crummy rest of the day but it turns out to be more ‘frustrating’. She is ‘rewarded’ with a light vibration with each task completed. A light buzz when she finishes lunch, does the dishes, makes it back upstairs, and each time she complies with the ‘wellness check’. Hence, she is very complaint by the end of workday.

“Hey, the mail hasn’t been picked up in days. Actually, you haven’t left the house in days. We should change that.” There isn’t any protest expect when she gets close to the door.

“I, I can’t go out like this.”

“Come on. It’s not that cold.”

“No THAT. Not like this.” She waves at herself.

“Why? You look professional.”

“Not these” she points at her shoes.

“I mean you chose them.”

“Please. I am afraid I twist my ankles. Plus, workday ended, you said.”

“Well, fair’s fair.”

Helen quickly unbuckles, puts on her sneakers and runs for her errand. Awaiting her is a parcel and lots of mail. She has to do a bit of Tetris to grab all of them. Back at the front door she is shocked at the door knob and her collar says, ‘Permission required to enter private property. Request Owner or user Alpha. Do you wish to request?’ “Are you kidding me? He is going to pay. Owner, please let me in.”

“Oops, sorry. Got distracted. Get in, get in.”

“Thanks”

“Happy to help. And good job asking for permission Luna.”

“Hmph”

“Well, you deserve a reward.”

“YES!”

“IF, you get back on those heels and get this box to the bedroom in 5 minutes.”

“You want me to break my legs!”

“Time starts now.”

“Hey, I haven’t even gotten the shoes on yet.”

“Tick tock”

Helen quickly buckles the high heels picks up the box and goes as fast as she can constrained by the shoes and thigh chain. Just as she touches the handle of the bedroom door she hears, “Time”

“NOOO…”

“Hehe. I mean record time.”

“Asshole”

“Okay, your reward. I’ll set it on random. Let’s see expected value for sexual climax is once a month. Oof.

“How is this a reward?”

“Yeah, it sucks man. Want to play a game and get a leg up.”

“You talk of them as if they are a privilege.”

“Well, see for yourself.” A program begins on all of Helen’s metal adornments.

It is a good hour before Helen can think straight again. She is not entirely sure of all the places she rolled to before she reached her current position under the bed.

“Please come out. I didn’t put cameras there.”

“How? I was so close so many times. How?” Helen crawls out and when she tries to make herself upright realises that the heels are still on.

“Well, I guess these need to go to dry cleaning” to which Helen deeply blushes. Brian continues “So?”

“Huh”

“So, ready to play the game?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome. Be ready tomorrow morning.”

“But I have work.”

“Take a personal day. You don’t have meetings anyway. *gets a stare* What. We share calendar. It was you*stops himself* my wife’s idea.”

“I can’t just*zap*”

Chapter 10: The holiday 1 – Vacation is a chore The noiseless alarm wakes Helen up, if you exclude her own non-verbal sounds that is. In silence she carries out her morning chores. Or tries to as random vibrations throw her off. These random ones had begun since yesterday evening and she is trying her best to figure out the pattern but can’t. “It’s not fair that this coffee has to last me half a day.” She sips her cup and on autopilot, after breakfast, goes to her home office. “*zap* Aargh”

“Did someone forget that they are on holiday? Good morning Luna.”

“I just need to quickly send a few emails.”

“It can wait.”

“No, it’s urgent. *zap*”

“You have mail. Haha. Go pick it up.”

“Cold, cold cold.” Helen dashes in carrying a small package. “Is that the payment? Are we good?”

“Nobody asked you to go out without your coat on. *ignores glare* Now go to the bedroom.”

In the bedroom in front of the closet Brian says through the collar “First the package from yesterday.” And Helen gets a shock that forces her drop the package and sit down on the bed “First of two. Carry on.”

Helen is over it and instead focuses on the ‘new’ thing “… These are stockings and gloves?”

“I mean they are not keys to your belt. Hehe.”

“They look flimsy” and she stretches them and realises that they are actually high quality.

“Now, these are special Luna. They should fit right in with your jewellery. Come on. Try them on.”

Helen wears the ‘sock’ that reaches the anklets *whirrr* “Oh, what happened?”

“Safe and secured”

Helen gives a quick tug and can confirm that the ‘sock’ has been trapped by the anklet. After the feet, a set of longer cylindrical fabric is taken on. She places them between the anklet and thigh band after which they take over and tighten it on her limbs. “Do the arms first” the voice from the collar says. Another black piece of fabric goes between the bracelet and bicep band, once again to be ‘locked in’. “Ooh, looking good.” As Helen takes out the final ones she is interrupted. “No, not those. Today’s package. And save them for last.”

“That doesn’t sound ominous at all.”

“Stop being so dramatic. Pick something not too warm. We are going out.”

“Owner. Come on. It’s old outside.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. It’s not cold here in sunny Mexico.”

*Checks phone* Yeah, it’s only going to get colder today plus snow. It did look like that when I was outside.”

“Not my problem.”

“Please. Let me do something else.”

“No. And trust me you will be warm.”

There is a not-so-calm debate and finally Helen wears a red peter pan collar top and a matching tea length skirt combined with a fabric belt. She also picks up her scarf, a red jacket, a grey heavy winter jacket, and purse and heads downstairs. There she chooses knee high boots.

“Can’t see your toes. Sad.”

“Rather be warm.”

“Trust me you are going to overheat. Are you sure that you don’t want to pack a backup outfit?”

Helen gives a glare and says “Let’s just get it over with.”

“But my dear. The day is just starting.”

Helen touches the front door handle and is shocked “Oops. AI caught the mistake. Forgot the gloves. Good job AI.”

Helen rolls the fabric from the package she retrieved less than an hour ago on to her left hand and they latch onto the bracelet. “Um, the thumb and index are fused.”

“Cold weather demands mittens, right?”

“Not fingerless ones.”

“In honour of your nail polish. It’s only see through, not really fingerless.”

There is a steady wind reducing the effective temperature, significantly worse than the last time Helen was out. She goes to her car but is shocked.

“Not this one.”

“What gives? You rigged something in your car?”

“Maybe” she ditches the SUV and goes to the sedan and gets shocked again.

“Hey”

“My other car.”

“B*zap*” Helen debates arguing but the gusts of wind are not conducive to it.

In the detached garage the air cold but at least still. There is an old car that Brian has talked about many times to Helen but it never impressed her too much.

“The keys are in the box in the back.”

“Owner. I can’t drive stick shift.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“I haven’t in a while.”

“it’s like riding a bicycle.”

“… It’s cold. No heated seat. You are not here. It’s COLD.”

“Hmmm. It doesn’t look like you are shivering.” Helen notices the heat emanating from the metal and the fabric ‘locked’ onto them. Brian continues “Are you sure that you even need the winter jacket?”

“First, I need you to set the car up.”

After a bit more mewing Helen retrieves a device from the back of the garage. It is plugged into the car port and much smaller cables emerge out of the device.

“Still feeling cold?”

“No, actually not. It’s getting a bit toasty to be honest.” The metal and its new attachments are blowing heat. “How do I turn it down?”

“Can’t. Well, not directly. See the reasoning goes people ‘feel’ temperature differently than the actual temperature. Would love for the AI to be able to read your mind. But it works with what it can.”

“So, if I just wait for it to run out of juice and I will be free of it. *a short pause* *zap*”

“Good job AI. Figured out a threat all on your own. And no. It’s still locked on. Do you like it powered off?” Brian reminds her off Monday night.

The cables from device, now set in the passenger seat, Helen attaches to the side of the collar, the point where the bra cups meet, left arm and thigh band, and the chastity belt. “Let’s go. We are burning daylight.”

Helen doesn’t stall the car on the second attempt and is out of the driveway.

Chapter 11: The Holiday 2 – Fun and games The first stop is to fill up the car. It is a chore to remove the cables and get out. Helen quickly redons the winter jacket and picks up the nozzle and experiences an odd combination of heat and cold. She quickly ducks into the car for the refuelling out of habit. In that short period she feels the heat, from the random vibration and the winter jacket. When she returns to the driver’s seat after returning the nozzle the thermal heat is positively blowing. She re-attaches the cable and decides to the heavy winter jacket is too much.

“So, where to?”

Brian replies “Oh, I have the GPS set up. Starting… now.”

‘Turn north towards Ellis Hollow Road’ and she gets a light zap on her left wrist.

“Hey. Are the wires loose or something?”

“Huh?”

“I was shocked. Just tell me first please. It’s dangerous while driving.”

“Oh, no. It’s just direction. Trying something new. Localised prompts it says.”

Helen is not thrilled but has no voice here. She nervously pulls out to the main road. She moves very cautiously even though the traffic is not heavy. A couple of traffic lights later she hears ‘turn left at the Main street’. There are cars on the other lane and she accelerates to get into the space and in position. There is a small shock to her left feet that she ignores that soon goes away. When she is waiting for the light Brian says ‘Says you didn’t choose the right gear?’ “Oh, um. I don’t know what happened.”

“I have limited cameras Luna and so I would appreciate if you are on top of things.”

Helen doesn’t have time to respond as the light turns. As she finishes turning the steering wheel she gets a light zap to the back of her neck and ‘re-directing’ from her collar.

“Urghhh. This is not main street?”

Helen has made it out of the urban areas and is struggling to get her car up the hill. There is a constant low-level shock to her left feet.

“I don’t mean to be a backseat driver.”

“Then don’t”

“But are you sure that you have the right gear.”

…*click* The car moves better.

“You are welcome.”

Helen ignores him. It is easy to do so with the deep gorge to one side and a high cliff wall on the other, both filled in with evergreen vegetation. The mist obscures the sun above and the river below. With no other vehicle or person in sight only the narrow two-lane road as reminder that she has not completely left civilization. But she is getting to the edge when Brian calls, “So, cell phone coverage will drop out soon. The park is about half an hour more. Can’t really get lost from here. The charger should fit into your purse.”

“Okay”

“Call me on the way back. Love you.”

“Love you” it takes a few more minutes for it to register.

“Hey, what’s the game? What should I do?” Radio silence

Helen pulls up to a spot close to the trail entrance. There are a couple of vehicles in the huge lot.

‘Please trek custom route created by user alpha. Non-verbal cues will be used in public space. Begin at main trail head.’

First the device goes into the purse. Then Helen wears the winter coat on top of the jacket. Out of nowhere vibrations strike for a good 5 minutes and leaves her frustrated. She shouts a bit but knows that there is nothing to be done. Hence, she carefully re-plugs herself. She gets out of the car and immediately the left bangle zaps at a very low level. “I know, I know.” The purse, though not unbearable, is not light. “What am I doing?”

The trail is not too steep or rugged. Neither is it breath taking like the drive up. Helen though is quickly thrust into adventure as she is directed off trail by her impersonal guide. It is hard to move quickly and “let’s just get it done” is a lost cause on the uneven terrain carrying a non-trivial weight. “Why did I agree to this?” Soon though she reaches a clearing.

‘Get a dozen photos of trees. Please choose camera and say Dear mistress O there is a tree to begin 10 second record.’ “What?” and gets no response.

Shaking her head looks around and takes out her phone. “How do I operate it with these things” the mittens with the thumb and forefinger stuck make it a challenge all on its own. Finally feeling a steady grip she places her index finger on the finger print scanner. No response. She swipes up but her touch is not detected. “Arghhh.” It takes a lot of steady nerves and lot of work use her nose to just open the camera app from the lock screen.

“Um, Dear mistress O back camera there is a tree” and points her phone with her camera app open.

‘ *zap* error back is not a valid camera.’ “Oh, my goodness. The hell…”

“What is a valid camera then… Dear mistress O what is a valid camera” and is given a list

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