Bet & Belt - part 1

  Bets can come in all shapes and sizes from the miniscule trivial and irrelevant all the way up to the truly life changing. Our story today focuses in on a rather singular bet between two very close friends. My dear readers let me introduce you to our antagonist or would that be our Dominant, considering how the story that is being told is about to unfold? The lovely lady in question is called Madison. She is a real red head, her most striking feature is her lustrous hair. It’s the first thing that your eyes would be drawn to, it has a natural volume to it, and she wears it fairly long reaching down to the middle of her back. It’s really naturally curly which helps to emphasise its dimensions imbued with a lustrous copper quality with an almost metallic shine to it, that would almost remind you of bare copper cables.

  Her height is a modest 5 foot 6 inches tall. Madison has quite a slim build but at the same time it’s quite athletic, you could imagine her running a marathon or touring with a bike. In fact she is really rather a big fan of the whole exercise bike trend. She quite regularly spends 2-3 hours on the bike each evening, while watching TV or something similar, it’s a good counter point to being stuck behind a desk the rest of the day. She can easily do that 4 or 5 nights a week. That equated to her having quite a lean figure.

  Darling Madison is 27 years old, she is quite experienced and world weary having elbowed her way a good distance up the corporate ladder. Possessing a level of accumulated acumen that used to be referred to as common sense. Well at least compared to many people including one of her friends who might be just silly enough to make an outrageous bet with her on the spur of the moment. In confidence there was more going on with her best friend, there was a concealed ulterior motive with Lois. In fact Madison would quite like to have started a little bit of a romance with her friend. However she was in the friend zone, the girl never seemed to have the same attraction. That or else she completely missed the various signals broadcast in her general direction by Madison.

  You see Madison was bisexual, she had no problem with her sexuality. Mostly over the years she had gone for guys. But well none of them had gone the distance, one was more interested in his car another his work, one man never seemed to stop calling his mother. After years of mostly dating men she felt that the right girl would just hit the sweet spot her other relationships had not. At the moment Madison worked at a private hospital that did a lot of research and development, it was part of a large medical corporation that always needed plenty of volunteers. She had been there just over five years rising through the ranks and now she earned quite good money. That is to say enough to be comfortable but not exactly enough to start ordering a yacht yet. Part of her work required that she was bound by certain very stringent confidential arrangements between suppliers scientists governments etc. As a result her job was very mysterious when viewed from the outside, well at least to her family and friends who couldn’t be provided with any great detail on what it was that Madison actually did.

  Not that there would actually have been much other than vast amounts of paperwork, but She still never talked about it even with her closest friend lest they glean some detail from it that might accidentally cause her trouble. However it would be fair to say from most perspectives that, she was in the middle management that coordinated some of the research and development departments that served the large medical company. She was not just a workaholic and exercise machine, she liked the biker aesthetic tight leathers. The freedom of just traveling the road on a weekend. Also she did look particularly good in a set of tight leathers. It was a fundamental part of her character that she could if she wanted to run free from time to time. From this interest she had developed a thing for collecting motor bikes. Particularly older ones classics like Harley-Davidsons and Triumphs etc.

  She has about half a dozen fully restored up and running motor bikes in her garage. With 2 more that were slowly being put back together. She did have another four in storage that required a lot of work, she considered it quite a good collection really all things considered. The last four were closer to scrap metal than a bike having many parts missing and the rest rather rusted over. To clarify she didn't actually do very much of the work herself. She did to begin with when she had more free time and less money on her hands. The first one had almost killed her metaphorically speaking, but since that time she could afford to invest in her hobby. So she employed a mechanic to do most of the work for her restoring the rest of her rescued choppers.

  For the protagonist of this little adventure, if you want to use that exact term for the damsel about to be introduced. Or for a more accurate contextual term, that would be future submissive. Not that she is exactly expecting to be awarded that ubiquitous distinction. Well for this story that would be Lois, not that she would consider herself a submissive. In Madison’s opinion she would make a fine submissive, she just hadn’t realised it quite yet. She is a fair bit younger than her best friend at only 20 years old, and with that youth and inexperience she is a little bit naïve in her outlook. Considering Madison's various impulses it was really quite a surprise that Lois had not at some point gained some more experiences in rather an unexpected hurry. Frankly considering the thoughts silently bubbling in Madison's head, it was a significant statistical anomaly that Lois hadn't woken up one morning wrapped in duct-tape from head to toe, chewing on a pair of balled up gym socks, strapped to Madison's bed ready to begin her inauguration into a life of submission.

  Though there were times when it was tested, Madison didn't want to risk it, that was pushing too hard and ruin their friendship. So she took things really slowly and carefully with her real desires. She was looking for the proper time the right circumstances to reveal the full depth of her feelings. Lois was a bit of a submissive, when it came to it a bit of a push over in an argument. If the two of them each had different films that they wanted to watch in the cinema, then it would end up being Madison's choice nine times out of ten. If it was a choice of restaurants then it would again be Madison's choice.

  Well as long as it wasn't somewhere a bit too pricey, that would singe Lois's purse. If that was the case and she was looking at a fair share of a larger bill, she would dig her heels in when it was something that mattered to her. She was in general an agreeable person, stretching quite often to the point of being gullible. Especially when it came to certain adverts and products advertised. They say a sucker is born every minute, well Lois didn't learn despite several bad experiences. She was always sure that the next one would be the one that would make her rich or sort out problems she wasn't sure that she actually had. She kept being hooked on one ludicrous pyramid scam or over hyped snake oil product one after the next.

  Though she could quite gently cajole and manipulate even discreetly dominate her friend most of the time. It was not to the degree that Madison secretly wanted, she could see a girl who needed a rigid solid structure in her life. Who needed A firm commanding hand to take away the chance of folly from the young filly, so to speak. Every time that Madison heard her express an interest in some inane scheme, or random conspiracy she wanted to bend Lois over her lap and spank the living daylights out of her. Instead she settled for the phrase,
    “I don't think that's the best idea”, it was when Madison was not around that Lois was the more likely to indulge in practices that would degrade her credit rating, leaving her the proud owner of even more worthless junk.

  Lois was a stunner, very good looking from top to toe. She was a natural blond, she wore a short bob of hair, her particular style had developed from an incident in her teens. Then she had worn her hair longer but it had not had a good reaction to a very cheap set of curling tongs, which she had considered an excellent bargain at the time. A hairdresser had cut it short doing what they could and surprise surprise she had actually liked the resulting style. Lois was almost the same height as her friend at 5 foot 5 inches. If you stood them side by side you would see that in the comparison between them she carried a little more weight than her friend. Though most of that extra weight was on her chest thighs hips and rump, the extra did more to extenuate her body with sumptuous curves than to detract from her silhouette.

  Lois was still one large pizza away from a tiny tiny hint of a bit of belly. A little bulge peeking out between her really tight spandex exercise pants. If she didn't develop a more rigorous control of her calories like Madison's exercising almost every day. Well then eventually the temptation of one extra slice of pizza, one extra handful of chocolate would slowly erode her lovely figure. Madison considered that would be a crime, to let her friend slowly lose her looks to laziness. Lois's bottom was a little too generously padded for Lois's liking. She was a little self-conscious about it, though in reality she was probably the only one who objected to her peachy round rump. She had tried fad diets and odd machines purchased from the home shopping channels discount hour.

  Things meant to stretch your legs at awkward angles or compress your body or even things meant to shock your muscles into losing weight. She had gone through several items that looked like they belonged in the local chapter of the Spanish inquisition. One leg stretcher had locked in place with Lois in full extension her ankles held at 180 degrees she had to get Madison to rescue her, Madison had been so very tempted with Lois in such a vulnerable position. The poor girl not only had her legs immobilised but managed to immobilise her hands in part of the mechanism leaving her totally helpless. Madison took far too long getting her friend out of that contraption.

  Lois had even tried hard work to exercise her concerns away. However it was still stubbornly there whenever she turned around or caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. Thanks to the exercise there was now quite a firm round rump. Even if she had succeeded in toning her body down she would never feel slim enough. Madison figured that part of it was in her head, Lois would have probably perceived that she needed to still work on that area of her body no matter what. Her drive to do something her little insecurities they were all bound together. Her generous rear was still one of the reasons Madison was so strongly attracted to her friend. Madison had a thing for a nice round peachy bottom, strong buttocks on a girl or a guy with long strong legs. She secretly wanted to spank Lois's gorgeous round butt and watch her body jiggle with each blow. Especially she fantasised if her target was tightly stretched bound and tightly gagged unable to resist. If she was wearing some tight Lycra or nothing at all. She was really frustrated at times being Lois’s friend and not her girlfriend.

  Her friends round bottom was the first thing that had bought the two of them together and attracted the attention of Madison. She had gone to the gym to work on her cardio and had noticed the new starter from behind. She normally went for guys but she could appreciate a girl all hot and sweaty after a heavy exercise session. Her attention lingered on that round bottom covered in tight spandex it was truly a sight to behold. There was the outline of the tiniest pair of panties ever shown off by the incredibly tight Lycra, just then she felt her heart skip a beat. Eyeing her up Madison had calmed her own jittering fears and walked over to introduce herself. She found that there was a self-conscious blond called Lois that went with that spank-able ass. She had offered to show her around the gym, to be her new gym buddy. And afterwards to show her the local coffee shop. They had started chatting and soon struck up a friendship which had continued on lasting years slowly growing stronger.

  With Lois she was a delectable package in every way. Her breasts were a good firm handful, like a pair of ripe cantaloupe, melons. They were very perky and very squeezable, with large prominent nipples that were just begging to be caressed and teased that poked through every tight sports bra she wore. But unfortunately the little blond was not happy with what nature had given her. Perhaps it was an ego thing, or she genuinely thought that they looked out of place, the same way that she thought her bottom was too large, she considered her other assets on the small side. Whatever it was praying on her mind she was considering having implants, to make them a bit more buoyant and noticeable, not that she wasn’t already a significant distraction.

  Madison had tried very hard to talk her friend out of it. She didn't think Lois needed to change, her natural look was quite good enough. But on this one thing Lois was rather resistant to her friends reasoned arguments, on things that she found important she dug her heels in stubbornly. Still even if Lois wanted them, she couldn't afford them at the moment. Or really for quite a long time considering how she frittered her money away. Unless she did something rather rash which was one of Madison's worries. She imagined a situation such as finding that she had borrowed money from a loan shark sold her kidney or the like for the procedure. That expansive modification was one of Lois's long term goals, she almost saw it as balancing out the rest of her body. Pulling attention from her bottom by having a more generous chest. Madison saw a large hole in her logic, also she considered obviously fake implants to detract from her friends beauty. But as already stated sometimes Lois could be very stubborn, and usually on the most contrary points. Madison had to restrain herself from laying her friend over her lap and attempting to spank the stupid all the way out however long that would take.

  Lois tried to keep quite fit, to get a rounded work out. She tried to keep up regular appointments at the gym. But her willpower was fading and flagging, the soft couch was calling to her. She was feeling the pull of a more sedentary life style. She really needed someone in her life to kick her in the butt to get her going. The fact that Madison didn't train with her so much now days didn't help things. Madison had her exercise bike at home now, the really fancy high end one that cost more than 5 years gym membership. So she didn't necessarily want to travel all that distance to the gym any more. Lois however still had something a hobby to keep her going. She liked to play squash on the week end and Wednesdays, it was a frantic exercise.

  Her friend could be called on to cheer her on. Madison was an avid spectator, well she did like watching Lois play squash. Even if she didn't do very well herself. Frankly she missed the ball more often than she hit it, but then her eyes were on Lois rather than the ball. The blond was quite good at the sport, but it was a sport that put quite a lot of stress on the body. Madison wouldn't have minded giving her some extra motivation but the squash club frowned on remote shock collars as motivational tools.

  Lois was still young but she was starting to feel a bit of pressure, she had a few bad habits on the squash court that were not conducive to keeping it up as a hobby. She should have spent more time stretching warming up and doing cardio. Her joints were quickly raising complaints when she didn't stretch properly, and it would have repercussions later. If she wanted to keep competing at her current level or higher, she needed to keep up the work and her fitness. She was pretty good on the local rankings, but where she had been slowly rising for a year now she had hit a wall. She would have been better served, no pun intended if she spent time building up her stamina regularly warming up stretching. If she simply spent more time playing three or four times a week and less time on gimmicks. The most expensive racket bag you could get wouldn't magically make you better. A head band with a bunny on it was cute but didn't improve your shot, gimmick insoles or grip tape for your handle were not going to win you the club championship or get you in the top five places in the clubs inner rankings.

  Lois worked for a well-supported charity, as an administrative coordinator. It was a very generic title for someone that did all the little bits and pieces that were rather nebulous to running an organisation. Her job was somewhere between what the volunteers didn't particularly want to do, couldn't do and what the donors expected them to do. On some level it was rewarding work, they actually made people’s lives a little better and gave them a hand up. That was after marketing accounts admin and legal had taken their cut of donations. It gave Lois a sense of pride that she was helping people, and occasionally she got to go to interesting swanky fundraisers. She would be wearing heels that she could barely stand up in and a dress so tight she could barely walk in it, underwear so tiny it was almost undetectable to a radar analysis, then she would smile and politely ask people for money.

  However on the day to day basis from Monday to Friday 9-5 it was on another more practical level still a boring administrative job. She was politely trying to herd the efforts of a diverse and meandering group of people into a relatively cohesive direction. She enjoyed her work, the atmosphere of her colleagues. But it didn't exactly pay her a fortune. It was a charity after all, unless you were a director. Lois had a shadow over her life, a slowly growing crisis on the horizon. She was slowly drowning in debt, and there were lots of varieties of it. She had her college debt, a degree in humanities might sound impressive but when a large part of the graduate population had the same sort of degree and the same passing grade, it didn't really help you stand out or with the salary increases. It also came with the cost of accommodation text books online tutoring rent utilities and basic necessities like food.

  Her debt from college was only the foundation of the pile. Heaped on top of that was credit card debt. It was slowly inching up, she had tried to pay the 0% balance transfer game, moving from one card to the next before it was time to pay the bill. She had gotten her timing wrong and been stung painfully. She had once got a taste for some of the fancy things, things that shouldn't have been in her budget. For example her car finance, this trend gave her an abundance of higher loan agreements and similar arrangements for her TV her phone etc. As the debt racked up the pile of useless crap squatting in her cupboards also increased to an equivalent degree. When she got her first job she didn't start to pay off the college loans, she got a whole bunch of other more punitive loans instead. With all that debt slowly weighing her down that was why she was so susceptible to certain incentives. It was why she would be interested in the little bet that was almost a joke between the two of them, when it was mentioned well her ears pricked up.

  They had both found themselves in a similar situation there had been a few long weeks of work work nothing but work. It was slowly getting to both of the friends, the pressure stress frustration and fatigue mounted up until they needed a little girls time to blow off steam. Coincidently they each found a reason to celebrate and took it. Now we join the two friends late one evening, they have met up after work, they went to a trendy bar that was about halfway between their respective employers. They just had to unwind, to have a few drinks. To be accommodating Madison picked up the tab 3 times out of four. Lois protested at this disparity but not very loudly. Afterwards instead of going back to the shoe box of a flat that Lois currently occupied with her rather garish junk, they instead went to Madison's house. Madison had done well with the house, the mortgage was mostly paid up, it was almost hers. it was a nice property it came with a large garage and modest terraced garden, it had a high solid fence that was incredibly private.

  There was a little celebration on successfully getting there half-drunk arses in the door, though not if they were perfectly honest on the first attempt. Soon there were a couple of empty bottles of wine a few open and mostly empty packets of snacks arranged on the glass coffee table. To summarise the celebrations Madison had gotten a very nice little bonus for reasons she couldn’t disclosed, that amount would take another bite off her mortgage. And as for a reason to let her hair down Lois was also celebrating hitting a goal as she managed to get X number of relief packs shipped for her charity. Though it came with an employee of the week certificate, it was a modest to middling success at best. But still importantly a success, a reason to celebrate. Madison was to put it mildly a little drunk, so was Lois who had perhaps had more than her fair share of each bottle. To the point where she was listing at a more severer angle than her host. Between the two of them frankly they couldn't stand up without using each other for support. Both of them were going to get rather aggressive hangovers tomorrow.

  On a spur of the moment impulse a random thought fired in her unbalanced intoxicated brain Madison decided to have a little fun at her friends expense. To propose something so outrageous that it would never come to pass. But if it did well she had certain ideas on how to fully exploit that set of circumstances. There was something on her tongue, she paused thinking. To help get it out into words she poured them both another glass of wine. The empty bottle hit the table at an odd angle rolled onto the floor and halfway under a chair. Madison took a slow breath the words were on her lips. She tried to look as serious as she could considering that the two of them were pretty much sloshed almost ready to black out. She looked at Lois,
    “You … were telling me about that guy at work, it might sound old fashioned but I bet that you can’t remain chased for a fought night, let alone a week. Your too much of a naughty little nymphomaniac”. Lois blinked waving her wine glass about, a little slow on the uptake,
    “What … do you mean?”

  Madison moved closer and inadvertently ran her hand up Lois's thigh,
    “You … couldn't resist the touch of pleasure, even if we had a little wager between us”. There was a certain flash in Lois's eyes at the mention of gambling. A little flicker where she paid attention, her voice was a bit clearer,
    “What, are you saying”? Madison bit her lip wondering how far she could push it, she decided to go all the way with an outrageous proposal.
    “Well, you couldn't stand it, that is being denied being locked into a chastity belt for just a week”, her phraseology was a little obscure it was possible Lois had never heard of that particular item. however she got the general context,
    “You mean … I can’t resist getting laid for a week, as if”? Madison moved closer giving her a knowing look, she had insider information after all being her best friend and confidant.
    “Oh yes, or playing with what did you call it, ah yes I remember. That little red rocket ship in the second draw down in your night stand”.

  Lois was a little offended and had a flush of embarrassment, but still someone throwing the gauntlet down in front of her made her want to step up to take up the challenge. Lois had a moment to ponder if her friends little challenge was really true … did she have a problem? Was Madison joking or being serious? Thinking as deeply as she could in her current state, she felt conflicted. She could only really look at Madison as a mirror. She had to work with what was to hand she was left comparing herself to Madison thinking over there dating trials and tribulations. It all fell down to perceptions. Madison might go out for lunch with a colleague, that one interaction would register the same as a couple of dates with some hook ups to Lois. Even If others wouldn’t consider them comparable Lois would. By her logic Lois had a couple more dates a year than her friend, but she was hardly consider herself a nympho.

  She felt certain the more that she thought about it that Madison's basic premise for the bet was flawed and wrong. That it would be something easy to win. Maybe she had a boyfriend or two up on Madison. And she was only counting proper boyfriends. And the more she thought about it the more she reassured herself. She told herself that was counting partners total … not partners a year, she didn’t sleep around that much. She made many excuses in her own head, it was not like she was really sleeping around that much. When she stopped for a moment she pondered … come to think of it she had trouble remembering Madison's last boyfriend. Really, she did most of Madison's work convincing herself to volunteer for what came next. Lois had another swig of wine there was a moment of silence between them, then they laughed. And almost both fell over ready to land on the thick pile carpet.

  The blond thought about it … rubbing her thighs together, getting a little jolt of excitement. She imagined spending more time playing squash or sorting out her wardrobe or a dozen other things that could be considered productive, rather than listening to some guy prattle on. Her features seemed to settle as doubt departed, her voice was confident almost boastful.
    “I could go a week without any sex, two weeks a month even, I am sure it would be easy … no trouble at all”. She was a bit tipsy almost sliding off the couch. She didn't exactly make the most convincing argument from Madison's perspective. She thought that she had a strong hand and that her opponent didn't, where Lois thought that it would be something trivial asked of her. Both considered that they had this bet and the possible rewards in the bag. Before they had even laid the terms out shaken on it or started the proverbial clock running.

  Madison was now quite ready, seriously considering how she was actually going to handle the bet. She looked at the smug grin on Lois face and smiled to herself, there was a sucker born every minute. They were both confidently grinning, Madison was the first to speak.
    “Ok, let’s have a wager then”. She thought about it for a second,
    “As an incentive I can offer you a couple of grand if you can do it … let’s say $3000”. The large chunk of change made Lois look quite different. Madison knew that she didn't have that sort of money to throw around. She reassured her,
    “You can put something else up as collateral against the money, let’s say your time. If you win you get the money but if you happen to fail this little challenge and I end up as, the winner. What will I do with you ... obviously I get something. Let me think, well I get to choose an undisclosed penalty for the looser I.E. you my dear, to suffer through”.

  Lois thought about it, her thoughts ticking slowly, impeded by a large volume of red wine. If she could survive a week she would get the cash. Part of her was thinking that she could really enjoy splashing that cash, another part of her could hear Madison lecturing her and she thought about paying off the most persistent of the debt recovery agents currently hounding her. She did not fully note the implications on her time if she was to fail. She was going to have to do the equivalent of community service for Madison. The thought didn't flit into her head what exactly the worst case scenario could be. That if she lost she could get a nasty little surprise in the form of some truly horrendous penalty. She honestly didn't think that Madison would be too mean to her, perhaps something a little embarrassing but fun. Lois had another sip of wine to quieten the doubts, she ended up laughing it off. Thinking that it was probably a joke, even after they shook on it and she slowly slid into the couch cushions. 

  Madison for unrelated reasons happened to have the perfect implement to hand. It was tempting to lock it on Lois when she was asleep and let her wake up trapped in their bet. However she felt that it would be more sporting to go through this when they were more sober. They were more than a little hungover the next morning. Yet they still proceeded onwards with the bet. They talked it over at breakfast, there was a bit more rational thought and effort involved in ironing out the fine details of their arrangement. Madison was quietly confident, she knew more than she was letting on, but then people rarely played such games unless they thought that they had an edge. Lois accepted the final bet, but she was not entirely certain how this would work. Would there be some sort of lie detector test to see if she had done the deed or were they going on a merit system.

  Then it was abruptly clarified, when she was told that she would have to wear an actual chastity belt, not some sort of metaphor.
    “Really a belt”?
    “Yes a belt for the bet”, It dawned on her that there might be more restrictions imposed than no dates for a week. It was not a joke about not dating, it was really real, she could really get 3000 off her friend, or really get punished. Madison had to clarify the matter, that it was a condition of her bet so that if she got a little horny she couldn't give herself a bit of relief. Lois was of course given the option to back out, though some people you tell them to step back and they step forwards. Madison could see her friend preverbally chewing on the bit, Lois didn't take the exit provided. She would rather like the money and it might be good for a laugh. With her friendship and credit score, well she was just too embarrassed to ask for a loan. She told herself It was not like she was fucking some stranger she met in a bar every week. She could do it she told herself, it would be barely an inconvenience. She kept reassuring herself that it wouldn't be that much trouble to put up with the belt for a week, how bad could it really be? Well she was going to find out soon enough.

  Lois wondered when they would start and where precisely they would they get something so obscure as a proper chastity belt from? She was just checking on her phone what was actually out there, she soon realised that there were some odd specific kinks that involved this sort of play. She should have been very alarmed that Madison had something in exactly her size in the house. More specifically it was in the basement behind the big thick door she had not been allowed to go inside as it contained Madison’s home office. Madison disappeared into the basement, which Lois had never been allowed to see. It was almost as if there was something there she should not see. The excuse always given was because it contained her 'home office' which was supposedly full of confidential and proprietary information that she couldn't let Lois see, as it was more than her job was worth.

  The door slid open and Madison came back out with a big aluminium case, the door closed behind her with a little whoosh before Lois could even get a glimpse inside. There was just the hint of grey stairs leading down. Madison brought out the box putting it down on the coffee table. It looked like something out of a high budget science fiction movie, where a bomb or a really delicate scientific device would be stored inside. It had a big black handle that had ergonomic grip pads there looked like there was a spot designed for you to put an extra padlock chain through the handle to secure the case adding to the b movie aesthetic. Madison with a little pomp and ceremony placed her thumb on the seal next to the handle. She pressed her thumb down and slowly swiped it left. There was some sort of electronic thumb print recognition on the handle. It even sounded expensive with the echoing 'click' as it opened up at a touch. The hinges were big and solid, there was a small cylinder arm to assist in opening the box. It was quite heavily padded on the inside of the box. It looked solid, she reached in and pulled an insert made from foam rubber, Madison pulled it out the way, the belt was revealed and Lois gasped.

Bet & Belt - part 2

  The high tech belt was manufactured from many layers of folded pressed titanium. The result was rather thick and solid with at least some thin elegant styling on the edges, that gave it a look that hinted at high end jewellery or some other stylish avant-garde product. It still looked rather intimidating and hi-tech, which was the point. The inside of the belt seemed to have rubber or latex inserts so it would be comfortable against the skin for long-term wear making it look as if it could easily spend a week pressed up against her friends skin with no ill consequences. Lois was a little less confident when she saw that the belt had some functions she didn't think would be included. She didn't realise quite all of their implications and ramifications for the bet but the first most abundant ones that came to mind made her hesitate about proceeding, until she remembered the money.

  The belt had an in built catheter and a generous purple addition. She was not sure if it was rubber or silicon but it was definitely a butt-plug sitting there connected to the belt. It looked a lot more substantial than what she thought would be even remotely comfortable. Lois was thinking of retracting the offer to participate. Madison could quite clearly see that she was having her doubts. Again generously Lois was given the option to back out. She was left considering it for a minute as she wondered how much the chastity belt would affect her as she sat there and looked at it. Imagining the belt pressed tight against her flesh. The girth of the plug lodged behind her and the catheter sitting in her bladder, she nervously chewed on her lip. She reached out and ran her palm over the side of the belt, she ran the tips of her index fingers against the material on the rim, it didn't seem so bad.

  She was worried, her doubts playing through her mind, thinking of the money and her mounting debts. Then after giving it due consideration the little buxom blond inevitably decided, she accepted the incarceration of her sex. While she was pondering Madison took the time to print out a very thick document on a rather large home printer, something that would usually have appeared in an office. Lois looked at the bundle of paperwork. She was advised that apparently as part of her role in her company Madison had a software package that could automatically produce contract documents. If you fed in the right perimeters. They now had a written agreement, which Madison signed in a few spots. 

  Lois's thoughts were occupied with the belt so she didn't pay too much attention to the suspicious size of the contract. It was at least a little odd, yet still she trusted her friend and thought that she was ok. That the papers were just a bit of set dressing, a novelty really to intimidate her. That really it couldn't be a proper contract and that it was not too serious. When she was prompted to sign it front back and initial it in half a dozen other places in the weighty tome. Immediately Madison stapled the papers into a document binder then sealed them away just as soon as the ink was dry.

  Obviously, Lois wasn't completely naïve, she tried to check the document out, at least a little bit in-case it was really real before she signed it. But the lawyer's legal language and technical jargon was a bit impenetrable to her. It was as dense and counter intuitive as any end user licence agreement. The fact that it was coughed out from a template program, that meant that there were a massive number of redundant boiler plate clauses that she had to navigate to find the ones actually relevant to her. Of course it was deliberately designed this way to make it very hard for someone to exactly work out what they had gotten themselves in for. It was a deliberate tactic from Madison's company when they did clinical trials to offer a large reward and a massive contract to prevent any irate test subjects coming back to bite them. Madison was pretty much grinning in glee, she ferreted around in the aluminium case and pulled out a thick booklet. She insisted that Lois had to go through the user operation manual on the device. Including embarrassingly how to give herself an enema to clean herself out, and how to clean her bladder out with the catheter attachment.

  Madison disappeared for a bit while Lois was reading it. Lois considered that everything she was risking had been laid out in-front of her. There was no way that she couldn't say she had not been warned clearly. She was still half expecting it to turn out to be one big joke at her expense. That proposition was looking less likely and she still thought that it would be an easy payday. Madison returned to give Lois the supplies necessary in a black bag which would according to her calculations last an entire week. The bag was quite heavy which worried the blond to no end. Still it had everything ready and set up to allow her to go to the toilet while using the belt for a week. The blond was very embarrassed at the thought of having to give herself an enema two or three times a day, again she was asked if she wanted to quit. She thought that Madison might think that she was weak, she didn't want to look like she was afraid. She wouldn't back out, she still thought that it was a bit of a scare tactic. She threw the user manual into the bag with all the purging solutions and bottles of glycerine concentrate and other apparatus, for the moment the bag was put to one side. Madison may have prepared solutions that were strictly four times as large as necessary to do the job but with Lois she wanted to be thorough.

  Lois took the belt and went to the downstairs toilet, with a little hesitation she removed her skirt and her panties. She looked herself in the mirror and told herself firmly that, she could do it. She felt the weight of the belt in her hands, it was quite heavy yet still manageable she told herself. Yet holding it in her hands she could feel the nervous energy rising inside of her. With trepidation it was fastened around her waist. The two sides hinged to meet at the front with a distinct click, it felt tight on her hips squeezing her body. She gave the ring of silvery metal around her a tug and it didn't budge one millimetre. Slowly and very gently, she guided the plug and catheter into her body. She was embarrassed having to squirm and wiggle to get the plug all the way into her rear, thankfully it was a soft material and a generous amount of lubricant had been provided. The catheter was lubricated and though a little large slipped in without issue. She held the two sections of the belt for a moment, the final lock a centimetre away from closing.

  Lois slowly counted down from five to zero then applied a little pressure. The sections of the belt were pressed together and it was locked on to her body like a vice. The lock produced a series of ominous almost theatrical clicks as the belt grew that much tighter squeezing her flesh. Then slowly a little cover dropped down over the belts key hole at the front. The whole process took maybe 20 seconds and Lois was feeling quite nervous throughout. But then it seemed to be designed to do that for intimidation purposes. As soon as the belt was fully locked the anal plug seemed to expand a little, then a little more she yelped as it kept growing! She was squirming about on the spot finally it stopped moving. Something shifted like some mechanical lock engaging once her backdoor was filled just slightly too large to be entirely comfortable. In a similar way the catheter flared to life a few moments later. The compact balloon catheter expanded inflating inside her, it seemed to tug tight with the pressure. Further locking the belt in place and pulling it tighter against her flesh, her body was no longer her own and she realised that she had a key holder.

  When she was sure that it was over, that it was not going to expand or contract any-more or bleep at her or shock her she walked out of the toilet skirt in hand. She looked at the key hole, then up at Madison,
    “Where is the key anyway?” Madison grinned like a hunter that had caught a prize specimen in her snare,
    “it’s in a safe in my office at work, good luck for the week, I hope it’s an interesting experience”. Lois moved around a bit, moving from side to side walking and jogging as Madison watched. The belt was surprisingly comfortable and it was not pinching painfully into her flesh or hindering her movements. She put on her skirt then looked in the nearest mirror giving it a twirl. She was thinking to herself that this bet wouldn't be that much of a problem. The blond tapped the belt wiggling her hips, the plug riding in her bottom wasn't that bad. She smiled at her friend they exchanged goodbyes and she left. Madison waved and grinned, it would soon get very interesting for the little blond.

  Soon after she got home the other proverbial shoe dropped. It was less than ten minutes after Lois was through the door of her apartment that she found out that the belt had a few extra options. Something which she had absolutely no control over. The plug in her bottom inflated a little then started to randomly vibrate which soon got her quite nervous, but unfortunately also very aroused. Lois had tried anal before but this was something completely different. When it first started up she ended up dropping the TV remote while she was watching the headlines. She shot up from the couch like she had been stung by a bee. She wiggled about, her hands on her bottom until it stopped, a cross look spread across her face.
    “I knew that sneaky pain in the ass had something else in mind, now I have to put up with this for a week”! She twitched again and wondered to herself,
    “Can I put up with this for a week”? She was suddenly back down on the couch squirming again,
    “Oh god, that feels weird … and its turning me on even more”!

  She was hesitant for a moment wondering what to do, then after a frantic moment decided to ring her friend. She could hear a snigger on the other end of the line, she angrily shouted down the phone,
    “This plug is expanding and vibrating, WTF, you never told me about that”. Her friend smoothly replied, 
    “It was in the paperwork that you signed, subsection 56B paragraph 5 you read everything before you signed it right, … do you want to give up”? The blond grimaced imagining what the penalty she would have to endure would be. That it would actually be quite severe considering how real the belt was, she realised that the cost of giving up would not be a joke at all. She didn't answer … instead she put the phone down huffing in indignation. Slowly Lois thought about her weekly schedule, there was no way she was going to be attending the squash club for a week like this. Against her regular tight clothing the belt would stand out a mile away she would die of embarrassment with the outline of the plug showing through her tight shorts as she tried to compete. She couldn't face losing a match because she was interrupted by the belt anally edging her into a rather distracted state, it would be just the worst abject humiliation.

  Quickly after that she needed to use the little girls room and to Lois's frustration she found out that the belt controlled also the flow rate of her enema. It was two bottles of solution not one like she thought. She had put a single bottle into her body only to have the belt give her an unhappy beeping noise and a little flashing red light. She had to put a certain punitive volume inside herself before it acknowledged as being full. Then it controlled how long she had to hold it in, the solution was itchy inside her body and she was forced to endure the itching cramps longer than was entirely comfortable. Before she had the relief of being able to drain the result away, after ten minutes she was looking nervous after twenty she was silently begging and after half an hour she was practically hopping up and down. She had to suffer a lot of inconvenience and mounting frustration in doing the simplest task, she soon realised that there was no way to override it.

  She opened the documentation with fresh eyes and examined it closely, going over every section of it with a fine toothed comb. She was very worried when reading the manual the absurd levels of security in the devices construction. Lois found out that if she skipped one enema, then she had to do a double volume triple duration the next time. She imagined an hour and a half session with four bottles. She told herself that she would work very hard to avoid that specific situation. A few pages of the manual were conspicuously missing from the middle torn out very close to the spine, she had missed them the first time around. Lois guessed that they were the ones that related to the vibrating function of the plug. She wondered if there were any other surprises deliberately concealed from her. She was nervous almost sweating at the prospect of further erotic teasing, she was now suspicious that it would still get even worse.

  Lois nervously went to work, she was wearing clothes that were a bit baggier to hide the outline of the belt. She also wore the thickest material she had to hide the outline of the Chastity belt. She was standing not sitting on the train so that the plug wasn’t pushed in so tightly into her body. But despite her efforts it got a little bit better or a bit worse depending on your perspective, either way she had no way to escape. In the middle of the morning she found out about some of the belts other features. She let out a very loud lewd moan when the very soft anal plug started rotating inside her body. Her initial reaction almost made her drop a report. Lois looked distraught, 
    “What the hell is going on” she hissed under her breath as she wobbled on her heels. She chewed on the edge of her clip board, 
    “Oh god, that's indecent” she said rather more loudly. It moved very slowly but it was still moving, gently irresistibly pleasuring her soft flesh. At the base of the plug it had a soft rubber moulding with a geared texture that was tormenting her delicate rosebud. She wanted out of the belt so much!

  The gears were lubricated rubbing against her sphincter as if she was being drilled ever so slowly by the plug. They were inescapable intense sensations and incredibly distracting. The feeling in her body was building up, unfulfilled desire. It was easily starting to make her unfocused at her work. The sensation was quite a bit more intense when she had to work from her desk and sit down. The position just made her more susceptible with the belt pressed more tightly against her body. She was getting hot and horny flustered and flushed but unfulfilled. The thought that she could last a week of this was starting to be put in serious doubt. Lois had been so confident before, now she dreaded to find out what else the belt could do to her.

  Then just after lunch the belt upped the ante yet again, after she spent far too much of her lunch break giving herself her mid-day enema in the disabled toilet. The enema itself was very itchy if that was the right word and the longer she had to retain it the more she itched inside. She wondered quite correctly if her friend had given her a particularly belligerent concentrated solution to make her more likely to give up. She reasoned that there was no way that this stuff was what they regularly used. Then the dam thing started to wiggle about inside her. It was almost like there was a thick short tongue licking around inside her bottom, the tip of the plug had been long and had caused her to wonder why the specific shape, now she knew it could move independently and there was no way to get it out.

  She was biting the back of her hand moaning, soon she was trying desperately to get the belt off. Pulling at the waist band in a truly futile gesture, once she remembered what it was built of she stopped. She looked about making sure no one was watching her, 
    “No, that's too much please stop”. She was left sitting at her desk, squeezing her thighs and knees together rolling her hips twisting about trying to find a comfortable position as the tormentor in her ass was making her more and more excited. For the first time in her life she wanted to be tightly gagged so she couldn’t make too much noise at the office. She was trying not to draw attention to herself in the middle of work. Though she was getting some odd looks she was certain no one was wise to what exactly was going on.

  Her face was rapidly turning very red as she was trying to hide her panting and limit her squirming about. She was hugely embarrassed but also a little turned on at being controlled like this. It was a strange new territory for her. Still a lot of her co-workers wouldn't notice anything from behind the cubical screen. Many of them were in their own little world off following their own interests. Lois would be wearing longer skirts for a while. Her boss looked at her and suggested that she take more vitamins as she looked under the weather. Lois didn't trust herself to open her mouth so she just nodded in agreement. She was of the opinion that she needed something a bit stronger than vitamins. 

  It got even worse, and it hit just before she was going to go home, so she could be even more embarrassed in front of her colleagues. There was some sort of sensor activated along the inside of the belt, her labia felt as if it had been tickled when it started and her eyes opened wide. 
    “No” formed on her lips, she wasn't sure what it was but it felt as if someone was very slowly running a soft feather up and down the sides of her labia. It was both titillating and distracting making her unbalanced. She was soon whispering in a very low voice,
    “What the hell … please no more, I can’t take much more! though, I have to admit this feels … really nice”. 

  She sat there and waited for everyone else to head out the door before she could get up and depart, barely able to walk in a straight line. She had to wonder if this was all pre-programmed or if Madison was controlling this remotely, that made her even more nervous. The sensation between her legs didn't stop at any point. It just kept going, getting slowly more and more intense. The sensation moving around her aroused sex, until it got to a point where it would take five minutes to travel up and down her labia. Lois was worried that she wouldn’t be able to keep going for another 6 days, her productivity was certainly now almost nothing and it felt as if she was just being constantly edged.

  She was on the train home not far from her stop when the next sensation hit. She almost collapsed to the floor barely able to hold onto the rail. She gasped,
    “What the hell”, she muttered to herself,
    “I guess, I will have to take the bus rather than to try and drive with this thing on. If I want to try and get any night life at all”. Then as the new sensation continued she started going out of her mind. That was the result of the clitoral stimulator as it started getting to work, she found that positioned around her love button there were eight clamps. The mechanism was paired into sets of two so she was squeezed from one direction gently then from the next and so on in a clockwise motion that was making her almost moan and gasp. Lois was about to lose her mind as it kept going rotating. She had to control herself or she would miss her stop and they would find her in the train depo the next morning, squirming about on the floor like an animal, she blushed at the thought.

  Finally she was only a minute away from her stop, she could swear that everyone was looking at her as she was squirming about. In reality only a few people had noticed anything was astray. However it was at this point that the assault from the belt reached the next level. A soft latex pad pushed up against her clitoris on the top and slowly started to rotate around. Lois was going crazy humiliated on the bus, she was about to give up as she was panting like she just finished a squash match. Her breasts were heaving up and down. Her nipples so hard by this point that it almost hurt, she was glad at the thick layer of clothing. As she hopped off the bus and over to her apartment she looked like she was trying to squirm out of her clothes. This was definitely not in the agreement, she was finding it really hard not to try and satisfy that building maddening itch. The belt was designed to be really secure, so even if she tried all she would get would be more frustration.

  Shortly after she got home and slammed the door she was met by a series of warning beeps from the belt. Lois found out that the belt needed to recharge and she now had an idea how she could survive the week. Simply put if the belt ran out of power it wouldn't be able to torment her any longer. In her head it was an easy proposition, the belt couldn’t make her plug in the charge cable and once it was inanimate again it would be far more bearable. This however turned out not to be a sound plan. The designer of the frustrating device was one step ahead of her. Lois got another series of warning beeps then the belt started to whir as a motor activated and the chastity belt slowly began contracting around her waist as a punishment, while the anal plug expanded to truly punishing dimensions as the charge ran out. She gasped and staggered,
    “Ok, so much for the fool proof plan, I need air and you need electricity I get it ok”.

  Lois was forced to plug the charger in and sit there. It took the belt about three minutes before it gave a happy series of beeps and the crushing pressure abated from both her ass and waist. She looked about then reached to pull the charging cable out. She was not sure how it knew, maybe a motion sensor but there was a warning beep. She stopped and had to sit there for twenty minutes while the battery recharged itself. The belt didn't stop the rest of its distractions at any point. She realised that now she couldn't get any sleep or rest at all. She looked at herself in the mirror,
    “I am so fucking tired, but I am not giving up”!

  The exhausted woman stripped off naked and laid on her bed, she figured if she just stayed in bed eventually she would go to sleep. Eight hours later she had spent the night tossing and turning while being taunted by the belt. She had been sobbing into her pillow and futilely wriggling about on her bed trying to drift off to sleep. Or in some way alleviate the erotic torment she was being constantly subjected to. She looked at her alarm,
    “Ok, I can’t take it anymore she got me, she wins”. Lois had a moment to consider the consequences then gave up on the bet folding, she was calling Madison. It was too much for her being relentlessly molested hour after hour she just couldn't take it. Her smug friend let her come directly to her place of work, where she said the key to the belt was kept. Lois considered it odd but she had no other option. She could barely dress herself in her current state. She could almost feel the exhaustion stripping what was left of her brain away.

  Lois got a bus then walked a block to the right address. She went through a set of gates, into a place that looked like a laboratory. There was a security check point waiting for her, they gave her a temporary pass. She did notice a large number of people who had walked off the street ready to sign up for various forms of product testing. She went through to a corridor labelled as the clinical trial department. She looked at the section she was heading to it was labelled as forced punitive rehabilitation programs and she shivered. She was directed to Madison, she went down a corridor then into a nice private corner office. Meeting her friend she felt relieved that it would soon be over. Looking around she realised that Madison had a very nice prestigious office. She was doing quite well for herself, better than Lois had thought she was.
    “Look, I beg you I am quite desperate, please switch this cursed fucking belt off”.

  Madison seemed to have anticipated that her friend would crack under the belts relentless low level stimulation. Though she had thought it might take two or three more days to wear her down to the point where she would give up. The defeated Lois was barely able to focus, she looked like she wanted to start rubbing herself-like a mindless animal in heat against the desk or collapse into a slumber. It was a strange mix of horny desperation and insomnia. Madison opened her desk draw with a key, she removed a large stack of paperwork and put it in front of the loser. There was a nice gold pen placed in her hand. She smiled down at her,
  “Ok Lois, I just need you to sign these three documents, they are necessary for the penalty clause to kick in. A requirement for me to deactivate the belt after all we had an agreement”. Lois squinted she really tried to read the papers but couldn't focus, her eyes seemed heavy. The belt also seemed to have sped up distracting her. Still she didn't want to commit to something without checking what it was she had agreed to. She had already signed that giant pile of paperwork earlier and she was now regretting that. She didn't want to make her situation any worse, she had a nervous feeling welling up in her stomach about the name of this department!

  She read the first few lines of the first page two or three times. It just didn't go in, she was far too fatigued to focus. The intimidating brace of paperwork was enough to wear away her last bit of reason or care. Slowly her shoulders slumped and she signed the document at the end with a barely legible scrawl of her signature. Lois had so little concentration left that she barely hit the line on the signing box. She felt her body desperately begging for the torment to stop. She was ready to agree to whatever it was without reading the papers, or checking the appendices where the truly nasty terms and conditions were held in the really tiny print. It would have easily been considered duress from a legal perspective, but she barely considered anything, her brain was as slow as molasses by now.

  Madison retrieved a complex chromed key from her desk draw, she slowly went over to one wall of her office and pulled on a large picture of a boat. The picture swung to the left on a hinge, behind it was a rather sturdy cube of metal cemented into the wall. She unlocked the big steel safe in a complex operation that made Lois wait that bit longer. As well as the key there was a thumb print and iris scan that were keyed to Madison. She retrieved a big black suitcase pulling it out from the safe on a sliding draw. She keyed in a complex code that was at least 12 digits long opening it up. Inside was a smaller box that worked off a tumbler code locked like a safe. She took a few moments to open it up, revealing a tiny little remote sitting on a satin lined piece of padding. Madison held it up like an award and Lois started to desperately beg for her to hurry up. Theatrically Madison pressed it once, the belt was suddenly switched off. Lois immediately collapsed into a padded chair almost ready to doze off on the spot, a relieved look on her face. She could feel her most delicate spots had a dull ache from the constant stimulation.

  The brunet got her friend to move from the chair and sit down on a couch in the corner of her office. She started to quickly unbuckle and remove her thick clothing. Lois initially thought that her friend was getting her comfortable to get into a position to have a little nap or sleep in her office. She was a bit more cautious when she was told,
    “Lois, I need you to strip off your remaining clothing, all of it completely off”. She looked embarrassed questioning, 
    “Why, where is this going”? Lois was told that,
    “This is the penalty”. She thought about it for a second then complied. Quickly she lost her stockings and shoes just leaving her bra. Madison removed a box from under her desk, she pulled out a dull grey bulky leather jacket that was obviously some sort of medical restraint. Slowly Lois sighed. She reached behind her, then unhooked her bra and pulled it off. As soon as the bra was gone her breasts barely dipped. Madison was enjoying the view, quite certain that Lois wouldn't need any enhancements in that particular department.

  Lois looked at the thick restraint dripping with straps,
    “What's that?” Madison held the straight jacket up, 
    “It’s still part of the penalty, now hold your arms out”. She complied with very little resistance as first her right arm then left arm entered into the jackets sleeves. Madison got really close to her body and pulled the jacket up over her arms. Lois didn't actually care if she was tied up tightly as long as the belt remained switched off. Madison really seemed to enjoy the process of strapping her friend into what was at the moment a fairly comfortable straight jacket. It was bulky but it had a breathable lining, the padding in the arms was particularly thick especially around where her prisoners hands would be, rendering them completely useless. The first surprise was when the Chastity belt was linked to the waist band of the jacket with four metal clips that clamped in place, they were part of the same system. They each had a rather solid looking lock integrated into the clamp. They had a twofold effect pulling the belt uncomfortably up and the jacket securely down. That worried Lois when she got to think about it, that she was still wearing the belt rather than having it removed, but it wouldn’t be switched back on she told herself.

  There were five big straps two inches wide that paired up against an equal number of large buckles down the back of the jacket. Madison went for the highest linking the buckle and the strap with a practiced ease. The first strap tugged the jacket in behind Lois's neck and made her shoulders pull back a little improving her posture. The next strap pulled on her breasts and made her shoulders pull back a little further. She felt the next strap pull in tight below her breasts and against her ribs reducing her breathing. The next strap put a bit of a squeeze on her tummy tucking it in and the last caused the bottom of the jacket to put a bit of pressure on her diaphragm. All of this made the chastity belt that more snug against her body.

  Madison began again at the top, the five straps were pulled tighter the ends fitted into locking clasps. Lois's arms were fed through the front loop, with a bit of further wiggling the tips of the sleeves passed through the side loops then her arms were pulled tight behind her, the strap and buckle linked where she couldn’t reach them, let alone see them. She felt a knee in the small of her back and her arms were pulled really tight then secured, the sleeves locked together behind her back. Lois pulled against the jacket, she found that she would make no progress. Madison walked around her prisoner, the side loops and front loop were adjusted to make them really tight and then locked in place. There was no play in her arms whatsoever Lois was kind of stuck, very helpless now and she knew it. Lois had to nervously wonder what the rest of the penalty was, as this seemed to only be the very first serving. All she really wanted to do was to go to bed.

  Madison moved behind her prisoner, she spanked her on the bottom once with a light little tap. The result was a surprised gasp as if she had just been woken up, Lois jumped in the air. She proved that she had a bit more wiggle room than Madison was happy with. Her best friend went over the jacket paying close attention to every fastener and swiftly made it a hell of a lot tighter. Including the links down to the belt putting a moderate amount of pressure on the bands of the chastity belt. A couple of more spanks to her prisoners round rear provided more feedback and subsequently more adjusting. There was a feedback cycle with the result Lois couldn't do much but stand there and suffer the indignity. Lois lost count of the number of times her restraints had been tightened still yet again Madison went through the routine of tugging everything a little tighter and relocking it in place.

  When she was finished she took a few steps back and made Lois turn around on the spot. Madison was finally happy with the results now all the locks, including the links to the titanium belt were double locked. Then much to Lois’s alarm a small plastic spacer was pushed into each key hole on the jacket. Then some sort of stainless steel cap was snapped in place over each filled key hole. Madison produced a tool that looked like a drill with a cap on it from a filing cabinet. The device went over the top of each cap which seemed to compress them over the locks with a mechanical whir. Lois had no idea how to get the caps off or the spacers out. All to late she realised that she would be trapped in this jacket for some considerable time. Even if she had the key in front of her how would she unlock them without someone to help her and some power tools! She was sealed into a straight jacket and a chastity belt, packaged up at the brunettes mercy.

  Madison grinned dragging the helpless Lois across her office by one of the jackets straps,
    “Now to really start the penalty, remember I am going to enjoy this a lot and you might as well, just a little bit”. She sat down on her big leather chair and then dragged her prisoner forwards. Bending the blond loser over her lap, Lois regretted caving in so quickly but well what was she going to do about it now? Then Madison gave her something that she had been looking forward to doing since the day they first met, a good hard merciless spanking. Lois was soon screaming bloody murder, however her captor didn't hold anything back, but she only used her open palm. Still her arm was a blur and her elbow was soon starting to go numb. Lois produced a mixture of cute little yelps tearful cries and bratty begging for it to stop. After twenty minutes Madison felt her arm completely numb. She didn’t have any more energy left to punish her, the blond was spent as well. Madison told her,
    “Don't worry I am going to take care of you, you’re going to get the money anyway to pay off some of your debts. You are still going to get rather thoroughly punished for cracking so easily, I am still very disappointed in you”.

  Lois was forced to kneel by her captors desk, Madison played with the front of the jacket. There were two little clips, then the jacket opened up. It had spaces designed for Lois’s breasts opening to put those assets on full display. It was built in such a way that they could be kept open on display and still maintained incredible security without compromising the garments integrity. Her breasts were exposed but it got worse, there were two large rings of cable hidden in the material round there base. A pull on a cord and they tightened up forcing the blonds breasts to bulge out like balloons in a vice. It offered little support and even less comfort for its prisoner. There was a lock on the base of the cable around her breasts that was swiftly fixed in a similar manor to all the other locks, which meant it was not coming off. Madison got real close starting to squeeze and lick her captives breasts. Lois finally had a spark of defiance and tried to pull away. Madison didn't like that, her prisoner was quickly bent over the desk and this time she upped the stakes. Giving her a spanking with a large metal ruler from her desk, that firmly illustrated their new relationship dynamics.

  At this point Lois gave up any hint of resistance, slumping down onto the desk silently taking her punishment. Madison pulled her up span her round and kissed her quite passionately on the lips. The kiss was returned and Lois seemed to get excited as her captor fondled her already confined breasts. She was hoping that the belt would come off soon, she was still quite horny and surprisingly the bondage and spanking had not dampened the mood. Being her domineering friends slave for a few days suddenly didn’t seem so bad. Then Madison told her to “open up”, She opened her jaw to comply as she was gagged with a large oddly shaped sponge that completely filled her mouth.

  Lois was surprised as there was a step 2, next a huge rubbery ball over 2 inches in diameter was pushed in to her mouth to fit tightly inside a pocket in the sponge making the gag much worse. The blond couldn't make any intelligible noise and she was starting to drool uncontrollably. A leather panel gag was deployed over the top of the ball and sponge, it linked to the ball via a little tube that was sticking out. The panel was lined with rubber creating a tight seal to stop the prisoner drooling all over herself. It had some padding on the panel to further reduce the chance of any muffled complaints no matter how slight that might be.

  Madison bent her prisoner over a chair and delivered another hand spanking to test the gag. Lois didn’t even try to resist, Madison was disappointed. Her pretty little plaything was still a bit too loud. The muzzle came off then a much larger ball was put in place of the previous one. The muzzle was replaced tightened down again, somehow much more firmly than the first time. There was another round of spanking but the noise reduction was just not enough. Another even larger gag ball was deployed than everything else was tightened up again. Lois really hoped that it would be the last time as she was sure that her jaw would pop off it she had to try and swallow an even larger ball. A final spanking confirmed the volume reduction was now at an acceptable mute level. Really Madison was looking for any excuse to spank her little cutie again. Then a paddled drowsy Lois was led out of the office into a side room, ready to meet what she hoped would be the absolute last punishment and not the beginning of a new round.

  The penalty continued to get worse as Lois saw her final fate, she didn't resist as she was moved into position then onto a piece of furniture. She knew it was getting worse as she was strapped down to a padded table. She was tightly bound with thick red rubber straps at shoulders and waist from fastenings on the jacket. Humiliatingly her knees were folded back one at a time until they were practically level with her shoulders. Her ankles knees and thighs were strapped down locked in place by restraints. She was held in a lewd position where she was spread wide held tight to the padding. In this position she would have been on display without the belt, with her body spread embarrassingly wide, everything was adjusted even her big toes were strapped in place.

  The one running this little experiment, now that her test subject was fully locked in place let her know what she had actually signed up for.
    “Lois you should know that you just volunteered for a two month trial of our nymphomaniac correction treatment, guess what that entails?” Lois looked terrified and then Madison switched the belt back on full blast, with a naughty glint in her eye. She adjusted the settings on the remote a little, the plug in the test subjects ass expanded a little more, the stimulator's on her labia were a bit more intense.

  This was absolutely devastating to poor Lois, who was almost out of her mind after less than two days. After two months of this she would be a tame little submissive all resistance would have been broken down and she would be happy to submit to anything. Madison was not finished by any stretch of the imagination as she added the breast equivalent with a chastity bra which teased her volunteers perky nipples in a similar way to her clitoris. Lois started to struggle desperately to escape the stimulation that would never be enough to allow her to climax. Meanwhile methodically all of the restraints were tightened to remove the tiniest bit of wiggle room. The test subject was given anther hand spanking and she couldn't even jiggle in response.

  Madison bent down kissing her volunteer on the cheek, she continued with setting up the experiment adding ear plugs so that her guinea pig was not disturbed. There was a begging look in Lois's eyes then her friend held her eyelids shut. Madison gently puts some drops from a clear bottle on them, a mild surgical glue so she couldn't open her eyes. Then to reinforce that a blindfold that consisted of a broad strap with large gel pads was fitted over her eyes. It completely filled the eye sockets pressing down tightly and firmly over her closed eye lids.

  Then to completely and totally isolate her a tight rubber hood was rolled over her head, Madison carefully worked rubber tubes up her nose removing her sense of smell. The next item came out of a bucket filled with water, a brown wet thin calfskin leather hood, Madison laced it up really tight. Then over the top of that the last addition was a medical brace style posture collar holding her neck in place. She was leaving her patient to a nightmare of complete isolation constant frustrating stimulation and futile struggling. Lois was terrified at being completely sense less yet still very turned on and completely confused at her sudden arrival in this state.

  Madison continued working on the experiments set up. She linked power cables to the belt and bra, a feeding tube to the gag. Lois would effectively be sucking soup from the sponge in her mouth when she wanted to eat. There was a monitor attached to the gag in case of breathing issues, it would call a member of staff immediately. Tubes were connected to the chastity belt to the butt plug and catheter, moments later she activated them. The poor woman couldn't escape the various constant intrusive sensations to her anus labia nipples and clitoris. 

  There was a flood of warm water into her bowels followed by a stream of icy cold water into her bladder. Madison would take good care of her. She ran her hands over her helpless victim, or would that be volunteer? Well technically a volunteer, who according to the various wayleaves and agreements signed had not been press ganged or coerced in the slightest. There were precisely two months left of the experiment to go. Then she might take her home for a different sort of experimentation. Finally she would show her the secure escape proof lab she had built in the basement of her house, she couldn’t have hoped for more.

The end.