I know, I know, but…

I had been reading the site for Chasti-PermaLock for some time and I decided to figure out what, in a perfect world, I’d buy for myself if I could.

One of the problems was that I don’t have an owner to give the control remotes to, so it couldn’t be a situation where someone else was doing things to me, ultimately I wanted the appliances to do the things to me and to have anyone who owned me to be able to override them.

Over the course of several months, I spent time surfing their site, using the tools provided to sculpt my perfect set of restraints. It took some doing, since there were only some things I wanted permanent, and others I didn’t. I kept having to revise things as new products came out.

I loved their site, pictures and close ups of all the products, high quality videos of the demonstrations for new products and really good shots of the whole catalog of products.

Eventually, they developed a page for building the restraint set on a model, to see how they all integrated together. I finally stopped screwing around and used it.

The tool took me through a number of questions, personality profile, age, sex, health problems and so on. I answered these with very little attention since they were easy questions. Then the real sculpting began.

A 3-D model came up in the JavaScript window and I was prompted to input sex of the slave to have all these input on.

I clicked the box for “male”. I was starting out as male and I would be changing that soon enough. Next they prompted me to name the model. I chose Mindy since it was easy for me to remember (I had always had a crush on Pam Dawber) and the input a password so I could load it up later.

I was elated to see that the “offered products” was a complete list of their catalog. Being very familiar with their offerings, I started making my selections and moving things around. The drag and drop interface was so much better than my imagination.

First thing I had to have was the nanobots pill to take care of the sex of the model to Female. All of the good products seemed to be targeted toward females, and my own dark desires of dresses and swimsuits would finally be able to be fulfilled.

The command window came up when I entered that product on the model. It appeared that I could customize the final look for the nanobots to redesign the body to my dream look. I thought about my perfect girl, 5’ 2”, 110 lbs, 34B+, 24, 30, size 4 shoes, long thick straight coarse black hair to my waist and Japanese features. I input those features and watched the 3D model change over to what I wanted her to be.

I scrolled through the list again and started moving items onto the main window, so that I had them handy when I wanted to put them on the model.

The ChastiLock Bodyform and the remotes, a ChastiLock 2000 for the vaginal area, a ChastiLock 2000 for the mouth were almost required items. Their little icons appeared on the lower corner of the screen, and the model changed to reflect the additions.

I placed wrist restraints on there, thigh, knee and ankle shackles, and finally a collar. I customized the look of them to be somewhat thinner than many order them to be, only a ¼ inch thick and an inch and a half wide for all of them. On a whim, I added a bell to the collar and made sure there were D-Rings on the front and back, for attachment points. I added those same D-Rings to each of the restraints on the shackles.

I was offered some choices based on what I had on the model already. I saw one of the choices was a corset, another was a mermaid tail, and still a third was a strait jacket. I chose all of them, and designed them to lock on to the Bodyform.

With the mermaid tail came the option to be able to do without air, basically to breathe beneath the water. I added that just for the novelty.

I searched for a few minutes and found one of the master controls where I could make the choice to have these be permanent or not. I opted to make only the Bodyform and the collar permanent, everything else I wanted to be able to take off at some point.

I added a bunch of apartment improvements, attachment points, restraints, apparatuses and so on. The big thing was the pillory and the post. The post was supposed to be a multi purpose item, with restraint points all over it so that I could restrain myself in various ways.

I had an idea and given the items I had already added I set that up as well. It required the addition of an arm binder and a U-glove. I had every confidence that the corporation would figure out a way to allow me to put them on, and when things unlocked it could drop off with gravity.

I added restraint points to the bed and to the couch and my chair. If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right.

I selected an entire wardrobe from the closet of offered choices. Uniforms for cleaning, the standard maid outfits, some of the slutty “come hither” outfits, skirts and blouses, heels and boots, gloves and dresses.

Oh, I had a fine time putting it all together.

I saved this template and the computer program prompted me to set it into a virtual world and see how it behaved. I chose “Yes” without hesitation and a Sims-like program opened up allowing me to see just how this person would react with all this stuff.

Her day-to-day life was mostly normal, she ate, drank, slept and woke. The sleeping was hampered somewhat by the restraints pinning her to the bed. The remotes she couldn’t touch because she would be shocked by them. She apparently had her own remote to lock items on and take them off, I loved to watch her enjoying all of it.

I was able to customize the program somewhat, playing with time periods and levels of intensity, watching her squirm on the post and in the pillory when she was locked there. I made it mandatory for her to be totally restrained before the “black button” pleasure program would operate, and I had required that she use that program at least once every ten days, or she would start getting shocks until she did.

The program lasted for ten hours and she would be restrained the whole time. It was a joy to watch the pole become only two and a half feet tall and for her to walk over to it. This was one of the fantasies I had for a long time and it was beautiful to watch it play out.

The pole sank into the floor and the bottom grew a crossbar, only a foot and a half long on each side. I watched as she picked up the strait jacket or the arm binder and started putting it on. It locked to her flesh and was secure. She opened her mouth and took the lock into her mouth and it locked on her face.

I zoomed in and watched her settle herself on the top of the post, where her chastity plug locked in place, becoming one with the post. She lifted her feet up and placed the ankle cuffs to each end of the crossbar and they locked down. Then I sat and played with myself to orgasm while I watched her writhe on the post as her implants and the nanobots brought her to orgasm over and over.

Weeks went by while I watched this virtual me go around her life. There was work and there was playtime. I saw her try to pull on some pants and then get severely shocked. Oh, man, did I love watching that.

As new devices came out I looked them over and some I would add to the virtual me. The Pony Play Set was fascinating when I first saw it, so I added it to the mix. It was a several hour a day exercise program on a treadmill, harnessed and bitted up just like a human pony.

Her schedule was an interesting one. She would get up at 4 AM every day to exercise while in tack and her bit and bridle, adding the pony boots occasionally to help with her leg exercise. After the hour and a half on the treadmill, she would take a shower, eat a bit of food and then go to work. When she came home her implants mandated that she cook and clean the apartment in her maid uniform, then she was allowed to do whatever she wanted to do. Most times she slept. Because of her scheduling, she would do the Ten Hours on the weekends. Watching those scenes was a highlight of my week.

I must have spent every second I could in front of the computer playing with my doll. It was incredible. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I had totaled up the amount of money needed to pay for everything. It was about as much as I made in a year, if I had no expenses. I could only dream and wish.

Three months later I had gotten to the point of wanting to do anything to get these items. I didn’t know what, but I finally took my courage in my hands and went down to the local Chasti-Permalock office to talk to someone.

I was nervous. I had been dreaming and fearing this moment for some time. I felt like I was in a story or that I had fallen asleep.

The sales person was very kind. I explained everything, what I wanted, what I needed and even told them of the virtual girl I had created and whom I had been playing with for some time. The salesman was intrigued and grabbed his laptop and called up the VR girl.

She was in the middle of her weekly 10 hours. He entered a few commands and soon the list of devices was printed out. It was a long list.

He and I went over each item and looked at creative ways to bring the cost down. Things that were really redundant were removed and those changes were fed into the virtual girl. A few minor aesthetic changes and the overall goal of total sexual frustration was achieved.

Soon, he came back with a few items. First was the pill that I had hoped for. I told him that I didn’t have much money and that I wouldn’t be able to pay for the items, and he told me not to worry about it. I was to consider it a gift.

That was the last moment of my freedom.

I have to give them credit, they were as good as their word. The nanobots were a gift to me, however, everything else wasn’t.

The microscopic bots spread out through my body, and I became the girl I wanted to be. It hurt like hell, and I endured it. But I had the body of a little Japanese goddess. I was taken into another room and measured totally. My entire body was laser scanned in a very humiliating manner so that they had exact measurements of me, from every conceivable angle, including internally.

Once the measuring was done, they locked me into a room, a small one that barely allowed me to curl into a fetal position, and it wouldn’t allow me to stand or stretch out.

It was then that I realized that I didn’t have to eliminate anything. I should have been ready to piss my brains out, but there was nothing there to get rid of. I assume those nanobots were working overtime.

I spent a few hours while I lay there in darkness fondling myself. I had to know what this body was capable of, and boy did I find out. I didn’t have to stroke myself very much to orgasm, and it was a mind-blowing experience. I was shrieking in the little room I was in, trying to thrash about, but the silk padded walls prevented me from moving about very much. I also discovered that my nipples were incredibly sensitive, partly because there were some very large rings in them now. Now that I knew they were there, it was easy to feel their weight, pulling and tugging at my nipples.

A few minutes later I found that there was a similar ring in the flesh around my clitoris. It had apparently grown there, and there was no opening in any of the rings to remove them. It was about then that I felt a stud growing in my tongue as well, with very big balls on either side. I had no idea what that was for, but it was a curious sensation.

I spent the next while feeling various metal bits popping out all over my body. I had three earrings in my left ear and four in my right, there was a nostril stud with a chain running to one of the earrings on my right ear. I had a navel ring, very large and prominent. Finally there was a small dangly something hanging from my clit ring.

I couldn’t believe it. It was like a horror novel or a fantasy gone wrong. If a genie had granted my fondest wish and had deliberately warped it to be something that I secretly wanted, but didn’t want to look at, this would be it.

I lay in the darkness for another several hours, fondling and feeling my new body, feeing how turned on it was by all this, orgasming over and over in the darkness.

Eventually a door was opened and I was pulled out. My hands were secured behind my back and a very large security guard grabbed the chain on my nose and started pulling me toward some more doors. I had no choice but to follow.

I tried to talk to him, but every time I opened my mouth to say something, he yanked at the chain running across my cheek and it hurt me enough that I just gave up.

Finally we arrived in another room and I was taken to the middle of the room. Ankle shackles that were embedded in the floor were attached to my feet. He left me then.

I admit it, I broke down and started crying. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I couldn’t help it, I was also horny as hell. No one to talk to, no way to release myself, nowhere to go to. I was trapped and I loved it and at the same time was terrified.

I had no clue what was going on, or what was planned for me. I waited and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I wasn’t let free. But soon, a slick liquid started coming out of my skin.

Instead of evaporating, it solidified on me. It happened all over me, from my scalp to my toes. I could see it because it was grey and as it dried it became clear. I started panicking and I thrashed around trying to get free to wipe it off me, I could taste it in my mouth, feel it in my vagina, see it on my legs and chest. I tasted it and I couldn’t get it off my tongue or the roof of my mouth. I really started panicking when it covered my eyeballs.

I tried to scream, but my voice cut off for some reason. I pulled and hauled at my restraints, but I couldn’t get free.

Things went black. I don’t know if it was because I couldn’t see or if it was because I passed out. All I know is that I spent some time not being able to see anything, and then I could see again.

I struggled back to my feet. I stood unsteadily, emotionally drained. I was trapped and I knew it.

Some time later, the man came back in and stood in front of me. He smiled at me and held a remote control up in front of me and pushed a button. My eyes snapped closed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t open them again. I began thrashing again; I pulled hard at my restraints and started begging again to let me go. Suddenly, I could open my eyes again. I blinked them a few times just to make sure.

He pushed another button and my mouth opened wide, wider than it ever had before. My voice stopped working, and my tongue stuck into a position in the middle of my mouth. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t close my mouth or move my tongue. He punched another button, and my mouth closed with a snap, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t open it again.

Obviously the remote somehow was controlling my body. I could still think and feel, but I had no ability to do anything with my own body once he used that remote. He punched another button and I started feeling hands stroking over my body, caressing my breasts and torso. He wasn’t touching me at all, but I was feeling myself being stroked and brought to sexual excitement.

Predictably, he pushed another button and suddenly I was orgasming. It was quick and strong, and I had little control over it. I couldn’t stop it and I couldn’t get away. Another button and those sensations turned off. He hit another key combination, and I was trying to scream, but unable to as it felt like my buttocks was being spanked hard by the points of a whole lot of tacks. Then I got a MASSIVE shock in my crotch, and then with another button I felt like I had acid poured into my mouth and down my throat.

I knew what had happened. This was the Chastilock Bodyform. He was testing out the direct neural inputs for the Bodyform, which made the Black Button Program possible. Somehow, instead of actually manufacturing the skin and putting me in it, they had the nanobots grow it out of my own flesh. This was one of the few permanent things I wanted, and now I had it in spades.

He smiled and came over with some silver plugs. He reached down and I couldn’t get my legs together. He slipped one into my vagina, and its satellite plug into my anus. Apparently these were pre-lubed up because they just slipped right in, filling everything completely. I felt the butt plug start expanding up my colon, getting larger and thicker at the same time the vaginal plug started expanding in my crotch. I couldn’t help it, my body rebelled against these intruders I tried to expel them with no luck at all.

He took the last one, hit a button on the remote control, and my mouth opened itself. He slipped the last plug into my mouth, it slotted on my tongue correctly, and latched on the stud. My mouth closed down around it, my teeth fitting into the slots, and my lips slotting behind the chastity plate. Then it expanded, filling my mouth and my cheeks, clamping to the Bodyform and immobilizing my mouth totally.

He smiled and patted my ass, then undid my handcuffs. He removed the chains from my ankles, handed me a book and took a cover off a small table nearby. He then left the room, and once the door closed, I could move again.

I clawed at the plugs, but it was too late, they had latched on and I wasn’t getting them off.

I knelt and cried again. I tried touching my breasts, but I couldn’t feel myself stroke my nipples. I could feel myself touching other places, down my legs, my face and hands and arms, but my breasts, from about 2 inches away from areola to the nipple itself, I couldn’t feel a thing. There was a vague tugging, but that was all.

What had I done to myself?

Once I got over my pity party, I looked at the booklet that he handed me. It was an instruction manual; an instruction manual about the new me.

Reading through it I realized that these items I had on were the only ones that were permanent. The plugs could be removed, but I wouldn’t orgasm except through the black button program or my owner’s rewarding me. From what I was reading, while I could get stimulation through my clitoris, it wouldn’t let me orgasm. However, my Bodyform and my plugs would keep me stimulated and horny all the time.

At random times it would vibrate or stimulate me even more, without taking me over the edge. Talk about sweet torture.

I reached over and picked up the remote. I investigated all the buttons, all of them clearly labeled as to what they did. It looked like a universal remote control for a TV, DVD player, Sound System and Satellite TV tuner. There was something like 50 buttons on it.

I pushed one for “Reward”, and I got shocked. I pushed another for “Stimulation” and I got shocked even more. I pushed the button for “Release Vaginal Lock” and I shrieked from the shock I got. Or to put it more accurately, I tried to shriek. At any other time I would have shrieked, but I couldn’t, all that came out with a “whoof” from my nose.

I went back to the manual. There were only three buttons that would work for me on that remote, the “black button” program, the lock for the oral chastity and the one to lock various restraints. Apparently I couldn’t UNlock those same restraints, they were on timers. I could program all that from the computer that was part of this package, and there was a point where once programmed, I couldn’t change it.

The manual was very clear on one point, my Owner, the person who had their genetic material input into the remote, could override anything on the remote or the computer program at any point.

The remote and the computer program could operate world-wide, there wasn’t a place on the planet I could go to escape it. The cellular technology that made phones possible was adapted to carry signals for the remote. If I was in an area that wasn’t covered by the cellular service, the satellite service did the same thing, so I could literally be punished at the bottom of the Atlantic or the middle of the Gobi Desert if necessary.

The same signals that made that possible also kept track of me like a super LoJack. The computer that controlled my life now also displayed a down-to-the-foot accurate 3D map of the planet and showed where I was on it.

I sighed heavily and realized that I was wet, ready to orgasm again. My hand drifted down to my new vagina and encountered the steel inside me. I couldn’t touch anything and it was frustrating.

I put the owner’s manual down and looked at the table that the man motioned to. On there was an outfit I could wear, presumably home, and there was several restraints available as well.

I examined things closely. There was a collar that had my name on it, “Slave Mindy”. The letters were incised deeply in the steel so there was no chance of them coming off. Also on the collar was the statement “Owned by” and plenty of space for someone’s name to be there. On the next line it said “Chasti-PermaLock Corporation” and the date. Just under one of the D rings there was a bell that hung down far enough to be a short lead, able to be grabbed by someone and pulled around by it.

I saw the two D rings on it, and I knew that I was supposed to put it on. It felt like it was going to be an acceptance of my new status, having no control over my own body. The more I read it, the more aroused I became. I set the collar down and looked at the other restraints. There was a pair of wrist cuffs, with the same D rings, there was a set of ankle cuffs, a pair of cuffs to go over the top of the knees, and one pair to go on the thighs, just under the crotch.

I felt liquid running down my leg.

I looked at the clothes; standard Japanese Schoolgirl outfit. Short plaid skirt, tight blouse that had wide collar and a tie to go with it. Knee socks coming up and contrasting with the outfit, and 4-inch heels on the shoes. There was a corset, which I could only assume was the Chasti-Corset, as I had designated. There was no bra or panties. Apparently the corset was supposed to hold my breasts, but I couldn’t get home without panties.

Back to the owners manual. Apparently my wearing anything between my legs of a cloth like substance was a thing of the past. No pants, no panties and probably no swimsuits. I shook my head and moaned again silently into my gag.

I picked up the Chasti-Corset and put it on. I heard the locks snapping shut and the corset felt like it was welded to my body. It started putting pressure on my torso and getting even smaller in the waist. I put on the blouse and made sure the tie was tied correctly, and finally I put on the skirt. I could feel them all become one with my flesh when they went on, the blouse moving and locking on me so I could feel the material on my body, sliding around and feeling wonderful. But I couldn’t unbutton it, and it was nearly welded to my waist. The skirt floated around fingertip length from my waist, scandalously short. I couldn’t turn it or move the waist at all, but the bottom swished around the middle of my thighs.

I pulled up the knee socks and they locked on my legs, just showing part of my thighs. Finally I stepped into the shoes and I heard the expected “click” as they locked on my feet. The straps secured themselves around my feet and I knew they weren’t coming off.

I noticed a purse lying nearby and I looked through it. There was no makeup in there, but it did contain all my identification documents, driver’s license, birth certificate, passport and all. Everything listed me as Female and a feminized version of my name. Bank accounts were in my name and it had all my money in them. That was a relief.

I thought long and hard before I took the next step. Once I put the restraints on, I would be acknowledging that I was owned by another. But I wanted this so much.

I picked up the ankle restraints and put them on. The expected “snap” occurred and the seam disappeared. The same thing happened with the knee restraints. Finally I put on the cuffs high on my thighs, where the top of stockings would be. A double “snap” and they were on. I stood up to check things, and the thigh cuffs touched, and suddenly they were locked to each other. I had one inch between my legs, and that was it. My skirt barely covered the restraints, and while I could walk, it was only from my knees.

My knees were forced together by the thigh cuffs and when they touched, they also locked to each other, but with only a 2 inch chain. I dreaded the next thing, but I went ahead and touched the ankles together to get it over with. Nothing happened. Apparently no one programmed them to lock.

Feeling a bit more relieved, I picked up the wrist cuffs. I closed them on my wrists and they snapped shut, looking like bangle bracelets.

I picked up my collar. I examined it again. The closure would be on the back when it was closed, right near the D ring in the back. The bell and D ring on the front were in the middle of this piece of steel, and when it was on my neck, the “Slave Mindy” would be on the right hand side of my neck, just in front of my ear, and the “Owned by” on the left hand side of my neck.

According to the manual, the cuffs would come off eventually, but once on this collar would not. It would be an immovable part of my body until I died. The more I held it, the hornier I got.

I finally decided that this is what I wanted, and I placed the collar on my throat. I made sure the bell was hanging down on my esophagus and I smoothed the metal around my neck. Once I got the hair out of the way, there was another snap and I couldn’t move it anymore.

I walked as best as I could over to a mirror and looked at me. I looked like a fetishist’s wet dream. A gagged, plugged, restrained Japanese schoolgirl stared back at me, a girl with tasteful makeup on her face (courtesy of the Bodyform), painted nails and hairless everywhere I could see.

I knew it was me and oh, did I want to fuck myself.

It took me some time to get used to the bell jingling below my chin, and if I moved suddenly it reminded me of its presence. I wanted to jack off so badly that I couldn’t stand it, and when my hand reached under my skirt to caress myself, I got a slight shock, just enough to remind me to keep my hands away.

Was it odd to want to cum and cry at the same time? I didn’t know, and at this point I didn’t care. I was on an emotional roller-coaster ride.

The man came back. He smiled to see me in my school uniform. He put some keys in my purse, put the remote in the purse too, and then escorted me to the front door.

It was hard walking from just the knees down, but I was able to manage to do it. And I walked out into the sunshine. I had everything I needed with me, and I headed home.

I didn’t have a car and I wasn’t going to ride the bus, not in this getup. So I walked home. It took me some time and I had to endure the catcalls and wolf whistles from the people I passed in the street. A couple came over and looked hard at my collar, then grabbed my nose chain and rubbed my breasts. I guess the “Slave” title gave them that liberty.

I made it home with no worse than some groping, and I did wish I could have felt it, and once I turned around I saw my redesigned apartment.

My kitchen had been turned into an exercise area. There was a treadmill and a TV in front of it. There were also a few wires that attached to the treadmill. Overhead there was a track system that seemed to be throughout the apartment. The table had been taken away, the chairs were missing. My living room looked like a BDSM wet dream with a pillory and the post I played with on my virtual person. I knew what it was for.

There was also a standing cage and a cage that was only the size of a large dog kennel. I knew I would be spending time in those at some point. The TV had been upgraded to a large screen set so I could see it from wherever I was in the apartment.

I drifted into the bedroom and looked around. The bed had been redesigned as well, with attachment points everywhere, each wall had at least three rows of points, one near the ceiling, one near the floor and one in the middle where a chair rail would be. They were all about two feet apart. The bed was now a four-poster bed, very large and heavy. There were slots to slide something into on each of the posts, spaced about every four inches or so all the way up the posts and all the way down to the floor. There was a new wardrobe standing on one side and when I opened it, I found restraints galore.

I opened my walk-in closet and there was all kind of clothing in there. Almost any kink outfit I could have wanted was in there, along with several “normal” sets of clothing. The only thing they all had in common was that the skirts were all at least 3” above the knee, all the blouses were silk and none of them had any kinds of panties or things to go over my crotch. The only thing that came close to being “pants” was the mermaid tail that was for swimming. I did find two swimsuits, both bikinis and I hoped I wouldn’t be punished for wearing them.

I found the little changing footstool in the closet and I sat down heavily. I didn’t know what to think. Here I had just been given exactly what I wanted, with several significant upgrades, and apparently it was free. I was stunned. How in hell was I going to pay for all this? The total that this would cost me had my head swimming.

I went back to my purse and got the remote out. I found the instruction manual, and then I found a large book of instructions lying on my coffee table. I wasn’t able to sit back on the couch and relax as much as I wanted to; the couch seemed designed to force me to sit on the edge, perched as though I was ready to rise at any moment.

The big book of instructions had a DVD that went with it, so I started the player and turned it on.

I watched the DVD through. It had me going back and forth to the book and looking at things. Basically my schedule was now very severely regulated.

I would be getting up at 4 AM every day to exercise for an hour and a half. I would do that on the treadmill with the pony rig out in the closet. That is what the overhead track was for. I was to put the pony rig on, harness, bit and bridle, tail, hoof boots, and then I was to tie my reins to the overhead track and place my hands behind my back into the arm binder that should be attached to the wardrobe. It would lock and I would be trained, all automatically.

Once I was done with that at 5:30 AM, I would be allowed to shower and dress for the day. My job was slotted to happen between 6 AM and 6 PM, Monday through Friday. When I got home, and I had to be back in the apartment by 6 PM sharp or I would be punished, I was to put on the Maid’s Uniform and clean for an hour while I made dinner. The heavy cleaning would be happening on Saturday morning.

Once that was done, and I ate (if I wanted to, apparently that was now an optional thing), I could dress and go out for the evening. Regardless of what I did, I had to be locked up in my bed, the kennel cage or the standing cage for the night by Midnight. This is where I was to get the restraints on, attach the straps to the cuffs and collar, then put the slotted card at the end of the locking chain into the slot in the bed, where it would secure itself and I would be there until it unlocked automatically at 4 AM the next morning.

This would be overridden by the “Black Button” program on the remote. For that, I would have to totally secure myself in one of the sets of restraints or the furniture. I would have to be secured every time before the program would activate. For the next ten hours I would be pleasured and orgasmed, or punished and hurt with the goal of learning to love it and orgasm off the pain, in whatever restraint I chose. I would not be able to get free until the program ran its course or my owner canceled it.

Once I was in my apartment, I could remove anything that was locked on me before I walked out the door, except the collar and the vaginal/anal plug. The collar was permanent; it could not be taken off. The plugs could only be taken out by my owner, whoever that was.

Some of the restraints, like the oral plug, would be on a timer as to when I could take it out. The maximum time was no more than 12 hours, and the minimum time was 2 hours. But if I put it in outside the apartment, it would not come out, even if the time expired, until I was back inside the apartment.

On impulse, I tried this. I picked up my remote and pushed the “Oral Unlock” button, and the gag started disengaging itself from my mouth. I punched the buttons for the ankle, knee and thigh restraints too, and they all came off. I placed them on my coffee table and sighed with relief.

The DVD also pointed out to me that right now, since I didn’t have an owner, Chasti-PermaLock Corporation owned me, and I would be required to spend one weekend a month in their offices, enslaved to anyone and everyone who worked at the local office. They were my owner and would be until I found an owner myself. Apparently this was how I was paying for the rest of the restraints. The nanobots were free, but I would pay for all the rest with my body and my service.

I didn’t know what to think about that. I got wet again, and it seemed that I would be horny all the time now, but I was nervous about people using me how they wanted or making me do things they wanted me to do. I wanted it and I dreaded it.

Just contemplating that had me even hornier and I wished I could reward myself.

When I found someone willing to take possession of me, I was to bring them down to the office along with my remote. A sample of their DNA would be taken from them and injected into the remote. That would “prime” the remote to accept and recognize the person as owner and only them. They had full control of me from that moment on, until they got rid of me. My collar would apparently be updated to read that they were my owner, and if they wanted to change my name it would be done.

I rubbed my collar as I thought of that. I nearly spontaneously orgasmed from just thinking of someone owning me and that ownership being announced to the world, inscribed on my collar.

I got up and checked the time. It was 5:30 PM. I was horny and I wanted to lock myself up right then, but I had things to do.

I had made some calls to my friends and family, and I found out that the Corporation did a good job in covering bases. They had already informed everyone in my circle of “people I know and who care about me” what had happened. My parents were, of course, upset but they resigned themselves to “are you happy”? and things were okay. Most of my friends were really squicked out by this, and a few made it clear that they didn’t want to talk to me again.

I finished my calls, and guided by my desires and how aroused I was, I put the oral chastity back in place. It locked back into my mouth, setting itself nearly painfully in my mouth again. I grunted and tried to talk, and my mouth was again assaulted by the feelings of having acid poured down it. But in addition to that, my crotch lit up as if it was on fire, my anal plug felt like it had grown spines and my nipples felt like they were in a vice.

I learned quickly that silence was golden. Or at least, I wouldn’t be hurt by being silent. The bell on my collar continued to jingle as I undressed and sat down in front of my computer to surf on the Internet.

I went back to my model and looked her up. It was then I realized I had been playing with what I now was going to go through. The name was the same and I had all the same items as was in the virtual home.

When I logged on, my virtual girl came and waved at me, then she pushed a button and I got a distant warm sensation on my clit. She smiled evilly and the whole setup disappeared.

I tried logging in, and it was completely gone. I cried a bit when I realized what I had done.

I was so horny.

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Mini-Biography:  Joy is a transvestite who has been using her stories as a form of therapy. At this point she has no desire to undergo the full transition, but that might change some day. Read more about her story at My Story on this site.

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