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The Record

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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.

The Record
by WrapUp

I’m not going to do it this time… I am not going to let them treat me like their property. I can always find another job. Llyandra’s long fingernails click on the metal plate between her legs. The sound of nails against metal made her blush as she realized she was protesting being marked as company property, when she had already been convinced that giving up access to her own sex was not so bad… for the money.

The email came.. as emails do instructing all female staff to report to inventory control for bar-coding. So I called up a girl I know in another area who always gets these things first and asked her what the story was. So she turned on her web cam and showed me… just above her crotch, on an area that would usually be covered with hair, if permanent laser removal wasn’t so popular… a four inch wide… three inch tall barcode.

I gasped… “I’m not doing that!” My friend giggled.. as she always giggles. “It comes off… I asked if she was sure, and she said that is what they said. They put it on with some sort of inkjet machine… so it couldn’t be permanent. She then went on to detail how she now had to lift her skirt to the barcode reader when she came and went for work or break, or to open the higher security doors.

When I got quiet she teased me that I would love it and hung up the phone giggling. I wiggled in my chair and realized I was touching the plate again while thinking. So I shook my head and stood up. Maybe a walk will clear my head.

I knew what they were doing of course… how the sight of every pretty girl in the office walking around with skirts that were too short to cover the front… or no pants at all… and the glint of silver and gold from that various devices that Chasti-Permalock Corporation made. I naturally said they would never get me to put one of those things between my legs… well at least put it there and lock it, or at least put it there and lock it without being able to unlock it… or not be able to get out of it…. But I had really done all of those things.

On my first day at work I knew what they did of course, fetish and control devices that once on could only be removed either by highly specialized keys… or in some cases… permanently attached.

So when I spent my entire first day, the only women around who didn’t have some sort of strange device between her legs… did that make me nervous, jealous or relieved?

On day two… there it was in the middle of desk… with training model stamped across the top of the box. This is what I was here for; to write copy for advertising, so that I would see “new” products would not be unusual. I opened up and looked at the paper that it came with. The usual technical language needed to be sexed up for mass publication.

It wasn’t that big… not like some of the things I saw walking around. One girl had a belt that covered her from between her legs to around her neck, with only her arms, legs, and neck exposed… in a solid shell. This would seem that it would just slip right in… no problem. I switched it from hand to hand. At the bottom of the box was an envelope that said keys… oh shoot… why not.

I looked up at the camera that was over my desk. Not the first time I had worked someplace with heavy surveillance, but those other places didn’t sell sex toys. They could at least put a red light on when someone was really watching. I looked around and got up from my desk and slipped the small thing in my pocket and headed to the bathroom.

(At that… the first line supervisor picked up the ten-dollar bill that his first assistant had placed on the edge of the desk. It was always the same schedule. Tuesday morning, new employees get first chastity device set on their desk. Depending on the profile and the general look of the employee involved, odds would be offered and accepted all over the company as to whether someone would, during the first day, slip into the bathroom to do what they always do, put the device on.)

(Now… would she leave the bathroom with it in her. It was general understood that you couldn’t play with the new employees if all they did was go in the bathroom, and play with themselves, but if she left the bathroom with it in her. Then it was playtime.)

Once in a stall I slipped off my panties and put it gingerly up against me… oh god it was cool. So I blushed… and I slipped it in… and wow… it felt so natural… it just sort of stayed there… I reached down and pulled it out… yelp. Perfectly anatomical, took a slight pull to get it to slip out after it initially seated itself, doubt it would even stay in when locked. I slipped it in again and ran my finger around the edge and under to touch my clit. No big deal, I guess that’s why the called it a training version, and I guess I will need the keys to lock it on. Now I felt naughty and figured it would stay in if I pulled my pants back on. So I stood up and pulled up my pants and buttoned them.

I poked my head out of toilet stall and went to the sink.. washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom. When I cleared the door… I felt something… it grabbed me!!! I gasped, and I must have made some sound as I leaned over and grabbed my crotch a male co-worker just looked at me and kept walking. I reached back to keep the bathroom door from closing… but it was too late.

When I pushed on the door again… it wouldn’t open… SHIT!!!… what the hell. A quiet voice said, “Bathroom break time exceeded, please indicate if this is an emergency visit. I bit my lip, I really didn’t need to go to the bathroom, and if I did say it was an emergency… would someone be notified… would they call an ambulance… I blushed and looked up at the ever-present camera.

What the hell was I supposed to do.. unbutton my jeans and feel around myself in the hall what I already knew. That it had sealed me closed, that I wouldn’t be able to get it off. That I had just done something really stupid.

I walked back to my cubicle and sat down on my chair. How could these people stand this… working like this all day… I had it on for three minutes and it was driving me nuts. Now I needed to find out how long before I could get back into a bathroom. I logged onto the company’s Intranet and searched on bathroom breaks. Nothing in the regular employee manual, oh… under chastity cover, under training, under bathroom… 15 minute window every two hours. Thank god. I could live with this thing in me for two hours, then I would slip back into the bathroom; take it out, and no harm done. No reason to tell my new boss that it had taken exactly 45 minutes to stick company property inside me. What I didn’t know is whether that would be considered a good thing, or a bad thing.

So I tried to work, which meant picking up the technical specifications and making it understandable to a normal person. This is when I knew I had a problem. Chastity training cover was not training as in training bra, training as in being taught what to do. It was smaller because it was newer, it set off the bathroom door because the whole place was wired to know where it was, and would now lock even regular doors if the “wearer” had not been given permission to go there. The problem was, I wasn’t supposed to be wearing this, which meant I didn’t have permission to do anything. Would I even be able to go home? Which just made my head spin at how I was being turned on at prospect of now being company property. After all… if they owned what was in me, didn’t they have rights to me?

Then an instant message came from my friend, and from the smiley faces I knew she knew… which means everyone knew. I told her to stop it… she asked why she should listen to someone who broke the record… girl who put a new device between her legs in less than 1 hour of work, and less than 20 minutes of un-supervised exposure. She said, “you deserve an orgasm,” and with that it started.

I gripped the arms of the chair like I was going to rip them off because between my legs my pussy had just flipped over in place. And now I let out a moan that would embarrass a whore because I was being fucked, my clit was being licked, and my head was spinning.

I looked up and screamed into the camera and shoved my hands into the waist band of my pants giving up all sense that i was in the middle of an open room.

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