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A Most Contagious Fantasy

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I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.

A Most Contagious Fantasy
by Lord Frodo

Spheres of golden oranges, glinting in the bright, white electric light caught her eye and at that moment she decided to buy them. She could see in her mind the gleaming, sweet, yet tart juice in a tall narrow glass, absorbing the morning rays of the sun, standing guard over her husband’s breakfast.

Delicious.

She knew it would be, although she would never taste it.

Automatic mist hoses sprinkled the broad emerald green leaves of the Chinese cabbage, showering them with diamonds. The apples where piled high, like a bubbling mountain of blood.

She blinked to stop the images. She was staring again, lost in the brilliant colors of the fresh produce. She did that more and more since her sight was the only sense left to her.

Her hands, now thumbless mittens, carefully selected her oranges. She had to hold each orange with both hands and carefully drop them into the clingy plastic bag.

Although her skin was a shinny, translucent latex, it was hard to grip the fat round oranges.

From the corner of her eye she could see the grocer watching her. Such a sweet man, always on hand to help if need be, drawn to her because of her erotic air of helplessness.

She pushed her cart along to the check out. Her ballet shoes clicked sharply on the shinny tile. She had dangerous legs. The kind that could cause a pile up on the highway from drivers, male and female alike turning to look at them. Perched high above them was her magnificent ass, cheeked just right to beg for a hard hand to slap.

Her waist, pinched to almost nothing made every woman draw a sharp breath from a sympathetic gasp. Her bosom was heaving, jutting out of her chest, defying the law of gravity. All of this was covered over with the tiniest of sun dresses. The dress bearly concealed the steel corset that wrapped her body, or the breast cover that locked away her nipples or the chastity the secured her sex forever. What they could see was the massive gag that sealed away her mouth and the plugs that took away sound and smell, the tall, stiff collar that held her head regally erect. Her hair was gone save for a plume of glowing amber that came from the back of her head and her eyebrows. Her ankles and wrists shakled to add that much more to her prison.

She was a chastised woman. Infected by a runaway fantasy that her husband had. A fantasy he never thought would be, she now lived to the extreme. She found herself continually adding to her plight, her helplessness. To her delight and despair, she had now reached the point were she could no longer add to her body and still function.

At the check out, she watched the girl ring up her groceries. She had a sweet, pleasant face and a quick smile. Her eyes were wide and wondrous and they stole glances at the strange customer, trying not to stare.

It had been a few years ago, when she first found the Chasti-Permalock corporation, and locked herself up, that she ventured out of the house. She got strange, long and open stares from the neighborhood which she ignored. She held her head proudly and not just because of the stiff, high neck collar and went about her daily business. At the register, there was an inquisitive girl whose stares were of wonder.

Her name tag read: Rebecca.

“What’s it like?” The girl asked in hushed whisper.

The next day she went back to the store and gave the girl a video with note attached. The video was the last infomercial of Chastity Libertore, talking about the Chasti-2000 and applying them to herself. She had the Chastity already locking away her sex, forever stimulating her to the torturous brink of orgasm, but never the scrumptious taste, internally, eternally driving her mad with passions. She tried to put into words her thoughts and feelings before going the whole nine yards. The tape then cuts to some time later, after the latex has enveloped her completely and Kate Jackson describes what life is like for the nearly immobilized woman while Chastity looks on, her eyes beaming with so much happiness.

The note read in delicate computer font: “See the world first, before shutting it out. It makes the torture that much sweeter.” A contrasting thought indeed.

A few weeks after that, the girl was gone, replaced by another. Seasons slipped by before she got a letter in the post, a picture of Rebecca in crisp Navy whites, going to see the world.

The baggage boy is eager to pack her groceries in her cart. Not because she tips well, which she does, but to watch her stiff yet undulating walk, to smell her latex skin, to see her blue, blue eyes as she blinks a silent thanks. She needs them to load the groceries. She had installed armbands on her biceps and while she can move her arms, lifting is most awkward and difficult.

She can feel the warm sun as she steps out, pushing her cart before her. As she makes her way, she wonders about that girl she gave the tape to.

Home, she struggles with getting the milk out of the cart and into the fridge.

Everything else goes away easily. With that done, she steps to the next room where her computers wait for her, whispering their secrets back and forth at the speed of light.

She makes herself comfortable and starts to work. Her new Internet business has grown considerably, more money than when she was a ‘wage slave’. But not enough for her next goal.

With her’s and her husband’s combined income, there was not enough for the next step of the fantasy.

Total immobilization.

She would be completely helpless. Sealed away to simmer in her own erotic juices. First her husband wouldn’t allow it. He bearly allowed her this much. Second, there would have to be someone almost 24-7 to watch her, care for her.

She pushes the thought from her mind and checks her e-mail.

Amongst the tedious list of orders, questions and SPAM, there was one from Rebecca.

“Four years, has it been that long? Well, I am now Honorably Unemployed and back in town. Enclosed is my resume and I hope my extensive computer background can be some use to you. Since the day I watched the video, I have been enraptured! Your fantasy is contagious! Not a day has gone by that I have not thought about it. Finally, I bought a Chasti-Lock. I’ve had the key with me, but I am too undisciplined to keep from using it. Now that I’m out, I’m ready to use it for the last time. I’m a little nervous, and I guess I would like a friend nearby when I activate the final lock down and say good by to sex forever. I shudder at the thought. I’m sorry to be so presumptuous, but I am so enveloped by this fantasy soon to be reality, I’m a little bit anxious. Hope to hear from you soon.”

The reply was instant: “Come over anytime.” She hit send and quickly brought up her word processor and typed up a contract.

A most unusual contract. The words flooding from her mind as a plan unfolded to her. Her hands flashing across the keys in her strange sort of one finger typing technic.

An hour later, Rebecca was there. Blushing, panting as if she ran the whole way, the wind playing with her hair, a brilliant smile spread ear to ear and her eyes glistened, fresh from seeing the world. Not knowing what to do, she hugged Rebecca like a long lost sister, feeling her body against her steel shod breasts. Feeling her tremble.

Inside, Rebecca set up her lap top. Clunky, hideous thing built from parts never meant to be a computer, a tribute to her skill. They typed their messages back and forth to each other, the first being from Rebecca: “I can’t wait!” She knew what she was talking about and held out her hand.

Rebecca gave her the key. Gold and heavy, its computerized brain was irreproducible, its lock un-pickable. Inserted in to the Chasti-lock and turned one way, her sex was opened and ready, turned the other way, it closed her forever.

Rebecca laid back on the couch and raised her skit, showing the golden plate, its keyhole waiting.

She inserted the key and as Rebecca held her breath and closed her eyes, she turned it.

The Chastity popped open.

Rebecca looked up confusedly, but she calmed her with a gentle hand and snuggled up next to the girl. With her latex coated hand, slowly, teasingly began to play with the young girl’s quickly glistening sex. Rebecca closed her eyes and moaned softly to the expert touch feeling herself relax and open to sensations she had never quite felt before. Wild, powerful sensations, driving her already hyped sex drive over the edge, Rebecca quickly felt herself screaming in climax. She went on, holding Rebecca’s wreathing body down as her smooth, latex mit made its way with agonizing slowness until she was up to her wrist. Climaxes struck hard and fast as Rebecca tried to summon the air to shout “Stop! No more!” Rebecca’s eyes were moist and heavy as she looked up at her with wonderful gratitude. “Its time.” She said.

She leaned forward, pressing her gag to Rebecca’s lips for a strange, soft kiss, then put the chastity in place and turned the key the other way. It resisted, vibrating a warning that to proceed would mean permanent chastity, that the device could never be removed. She found that with the metal bands on her arms, she hadn’t the strength to turn the key past its safety. She silently grunted, using both hands, but the key wouldn’t budge.

Rebecca reached down and with four hands on the key, gave it a turn.

It locked with a soft click. They both watched with wonder as the key was slowly drawn up into the device until it merged flush and smooth with the chastity.

Rebecca smiled, tears welling in her eyes and she hugged her, kissed her, and the two laid back on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms as the nanites were released in Rebecca’s body.

And that’s where they were when he came home.

Rebecca stood up to greet him. “Hi! I’m Rebecca. Your wife’s new intern.” She lifted her skirt and point to her chastity. “We belong to the same club now.” She shook his hand warmly, then seized it. “I’ll be helping out.” She pulled him to the couch. “In all sorts of areas.” She was up on her knees on the couch, undoing his shirt, demonstrating to Rebecca the proper technique for fondling his nipples, showing her where to find his erogenous zones, just how to tease him and prolong the pleasure indefinitely.

He resisted at first, then resigned to his wife’s obvious wishes. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience, gasping as he felt Rebecca’s hot mouth wrap around his manhood, driving him wild with passion. He pleaded with them, but she only put her hand over his mouth to quiet him and let it go on a little longer before letting Rebecca finish him.

They stroked and petted him, cooling him down until he looked up Rebecca with sleepy eyes. “Welcome aboard.” He quipped.

She pulled a box out from under the couch.

He recognized it immediately. It was from the Chasti-Permalock people. His face wrestled with the idea of further imprisonment of his wife, but seeing the dust on it, knew she had planned this for sometime, only waiting for the right moment to pull it out. It was an argument he knew he would lose. He surrendered with a soft sigh and helped his wife take things out of the box.

Eye shields, gauntlet modules and a long flowing dress. Rebecca touched the long sleeve of the dress. Its cuff was sealed shut and she knew right away it was a straight jacket that melded into a hobble skirt. She then picked up the gauntlet, looking it over. “Ah, I get it!” She said with a dawning smile. “It’s a key board! Look!” She said excitedly, showing him. “There are four pressure sensitive buttons on each one. They fit into her palm like this.” She gently laid her hand over the rounded surface.

“Although her fingers are melded together, she can still flex independently. A light touch are the home keys, a heavier touch are the upper keys and an even heavier touch are the lower.” She nodded. “A squeeze of her palm must be upper and lower case and numbers. Ingenious! Then to receive data, they must click back and she feels the response in her finger tips. Sorta like brail! All of her sensations, sight, sound, touch, will be reduced to clicks to her fingers!” Rebecca gasped in revery. “That is so awesome! Deprivation beyond extreme!”

He was paying little attention as he held his wife, looking longingly into her eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.” Although she could not hear him, through their bond which has grown remarkably strong since her chastisement, she knew what he said. With a blink she answered him. “I will always be with you.” Her eyes gave a quick glance over to Rebecca who had found the instructions to the Chasti-Jacket and was reading them with enthusiasm. “And now Rebecca will be here to take care of us both.” He hugged her, trying not to cry.

“Once the jacket is activated,” Rebecca read from the instruction sheet. “The arms will be slowly pulled up into a behind the back prayer style. Ouch. Painful, yet oh, so erotic! Wow! I do think I cou ever reach this level of commitment!” Rebecca looked up and noticed them hugging. “Uh, I’ll give you guys a moment.” He wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head. “I think we’re ready now.

Lets get her dressed.” She leapt to her feet excitedly and quivered as Rebecca strapped the keyboard modules to her hands. It would take a bit of getting used to, but without distractions, she would learn soon enough. She shimmed into the jacket, letting its long flow cling loosely about her ankles. Her hands tunneled through the sleeves, bringing her arms comfortably behind her back, hand to elbow.

He took the eye shields and gently kissed each eye, then laid the patches over her beautiful eyes and activated them.

She felt the jacket suddenly tighten. Her arms were now wrist to elbow and would slowly tighten over time unitl her hands were neatly, yet painfully resting up by her shoulder blades, her elbows togeather. The dress hem clung to her ankles and she would only be able to take the tiniest steps, wrapping her body in tight, half mummy, shinny, translucent latex over latex.

He held her to steady her, her breasts against his chest. His deep rumbling voice vibrated through her. “Darling, you are so beautiful, you are my fantasy come true.” He looked at Rebecca. “It will be up to us to translate everything we see, and hear into beautiful words, poetry for her experience.” He held her, almost feeling the new nanites flowing into her system, locking her into a wholly new kind of prison.

Little baby steps clicked sharply on the polished tile as she navigated her way to the produce section. Rebecca had done a wonderful job of setting nodes in strategic places that sent signals to the modules in her hands so she could follow them around town like a map. While her hobble skirt made her trips to the store, infinitely longer, her bondage made them that much more delightful. The grocer was given a translator which translated spoken word into type and vice versa. He could describe what they had with surprisingly brilliant creativity, and she in turn would tell him what she wanted. He wrapped it up and put it in her cart for her. At the register, the girl typed in the total and she typed in her credit card to pay for it plus a little extra for the boy who was dutifully packing it up for her.

The girl finished the transaction with a standard message. “Have a nice day, come back soon.” She turned, connecting her self to her cart by a magnet and started to walk out the store, but stopped when the girl at the register typed something else.

“What’s it like?” Inside, she smiled as her fingers typed back. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” And headed home, fairly certain that Rebecca still had that video tape. The tape that contained a most contagious fantasy.

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