Program under lock 🔐 (part 1)

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Good morning or good evening, would you be interested in a short story? It's inspired by real events, but not everything will be. Also, the first-person narration is mainly for better immersion. Feel free to try to guess what really happened 😉

I've been interested in erotic chastity for several years. I'm referring to wearing a device for purely sexual purposes or in a D/S relationship, in any case, a fully consensual encounter between all parties involved. When I started, I was at the beginning of my university studies in computer science, and very quickly I wanted to combine my two burgeoning passions. I had already acquired a black plastic cage, 8cm long and 4.5cm wide. At the time, it suited me perfectly; today, it would be impossible 😎. **I said not everything would be true, you guess.** Anyway, I designed a simple little locking module with an adjustable timer, a mini motor, and a Bluetooth antenna. As you can imagine, the goal was to be able to control the device's locking remotely while still keeping it discreet under my pants.
The year is progressing well, and I'm improving my system, notably by making it properly waterproof and implementing cool options in the program that add or subtract time as rewards or punishments. For example, I do the dishes -1 hour, the housework -1 hour, my homework -3 hours, but I hand it in late +1 hour, etc. My longest time at that point was 10 days and 11 hours straight. It was really tough for me back then. Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed my freedom afterward 😏💦.

I also made a friend in the meantime, and things moved pretty quickly. We talked a lot, got along quite well, and very quickly discovered our shared interest in the kinky side of things. We became official sex friends during a rather boozy evening. We were both a little tipsy but totally consenting, enough to burst out laughing when we woke up naked together in the same bed the next day, and did it again 😏. I was still a novice in BDSM and still thought it was a taboo subject for everyone except sex freaks, so it was difficult to even talk about it with her. For the rest of the story, we'll call my new best friend Lisa.

One day Lisa invited me over, like so many times before, but this time I was locked in. It was my system; I could technically unlock it whenever I wanted, but I was about to break my record, which at the time was just under a week. I tested the waters, and apparently her parents were supposed to be there. It was the first time I'd ever felt so relieved. The thing is, Lisa had her mind set on inviting me that day and had managed to convince her parents to leave us alone, with some flimsy excuse I can't even remember now. Her mother was quite open-minded, and I honestly think she suspected something more than platonic was going on between her and her daughter, but she trusted her completely to make the right decisions. To protect herself, basically. Her stepfather, always seeking his stepdaughter's approval, avoided getting involved and, in the worst-case scenario, followed his wife's judgment. So there we were, Lisa and I, all alone in the bathroom, our parents having just left, five minutes after I arrived. Five minutes—it took her less than a second to jump on me and start caressing me. Where I would usually be ecstatic to be touched, this time it was less than pleasant. I could see in her eyes that she sensed something was different, strange, unnatural, what she was holding. Her mischievous smile suddenly turned into a questioning, almost worried grimace. So we sat up on the sofa and I tried to explain. I remember stammering, feeling clumsy in my words. Does she still understand me? Does I disgust her, intrigue her, frighten her? Is she going to tell on me, tell everyone, start rumors? What if she…? All those questions ceased immediately, all at once, as soon as she started talking to me again. Her voice was calm, soft, reassuring, without any negative judgment, although I caught her suppressing the hint of a mocking smile when I managed to look at her. Sometimes in her eyes, and sometimes I raised my head just enough to see the lower part of her face again. Her sly smile, her bitten lower lip, and her tongue gliding to keep them moist. She was still interested and maybe even… aroused. “Show me.” Impossible! After all this time only seeing me naked when I was erect or hidden under the sheets after our supposedly uncompromising sex sessions, how could I show myself like this, all shriveled up in this little cage that had become so tight and uncomfortable since the beginning of this conversation? No, impossible! But maybe… yes, maybe she would agree to… I took a deep breath and began. “Uh, no, I feel too embarrassed to show you like this.” But maybe I could take it off after I've taken care of you." Hands on her hips, I pull her closer. I can see her pupil contract suddenly, then slowly dilate. It was rare that we "took care" of just one of us at a time. "You know, that's part of the game too. Satisfying the other person to then be allowed to be satisfied yourself." A kiss on the nape of her neck, I feel her shivers, her goosebumps, the static electricity between our bodies screaming for this contact. Her body hair rises, and soon her breasts do too. They aren't particularly generous, nor flat at all, just perfect in this moment. Firm with pointed tips. Very pleasant on my cheek, now level with her breasts, and very quickly between my lips, between my teeth, my jaw relaxed, and on my warm, wet, dancing tongue. But her body had already far surpassed me in that respect. “You mean I’m the one who decides when to open your… uh… your cage?” I listen to her feigning control of her desire while she’s already caught in the embrace of our game. For my part, I gladly relinquish control of mine to her, with a smile. A smile that will soon be masked, but is nonetheless palpable. My knee touches the ground, joined by the other, as I hold onto her hips, from where I feel her breath quicken and her muscles tense. Kneeling before her, I slide my hands into hers, unable to completely detach myself from her, and then slide them up again, under her dress, lifting the fabric. There, I discover further proof that she had prepared herself for our encounter today and for what we would do. “Me? No, I won’t say anything. It would be very impolite… to speak with my mouth full.” "I offer her one last glimpse of the mischievous smile I stole from her before placing it on her freshly shaved and exposed flesh, completely offered without any further barriers. 'Oh fuck! Well…' Back arched, hand resting on the head of the chair."

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