Digital Slave Volume 2

 

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa DuVant

 

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Acknowledgements

Thanks to all of the beta-readers and everyone that's helped produce this, as well as everyone that's made suggestions or linked me to 'inspirational' pictures.

 

Chapter 1: A Relaxing Day

Day XXX of Subject's Training

Charlotte struggled against her bonds, a moment of frenzied strength surging through her, desperately yanking on the restraints that bound her arms. At this stage, even the snipping pressure of metal cuffs on her wrists would have been a relief, but her carer had been "kind", and padded cuffs spread the pressure so she couldn't move to harm herself, reducing the sensation and strain she could put onto her body in any way. She mewed through the gag, the rubber lump in her throat making it impossible to form any coherent words. Her vision was blurred and reduced to a constant white glow, the lenses on her face making the world a soft nothingness.

The pressure on her body, every inch of her, was constant, the latex binding her, pressing and shaping her form. To start with it had been a comfort, but now it was a prison, strict and unrelenting. With a sob, she pulled on her arms again, trying to feel something. She could feel that she was suspended, held on her back, but her weight was cunningly spread, supported between her waist, wrists and ankles, limbs held spread and not allowing more than the slightest movement.

The only part of her that could feel was her crotch; a hot, sopping mass of sensation. Something brushed against it, a solid warmth, easily slipping inside of her.

She fought against her bindings, the empty white noise turning to harsh needles of sound, warnings to desist, warnings she ignored. She wanted to move, to get free, to get off, to be allowed pleasure on her own terms.

As she struggled, the thing in her crotch twisted and writhed, shifting and twisting inside of her. She mewed again, wanting to get off, but knowing there would be consequences. She couldn't fight it much longer!

Then there was a touch, a real, human, touch, against her face, something she could feel even through the latex hood. Fingers plucked at her face, the blurring eye-shields getting removed.

The white, clinical light stung her eyes, tears blurring her vision. A young woman was looking back at her, tousled hair above her own latex bodysuit. 'Again?'

Charlotte tried to grunt commandingly through her gag, wanting to command and order, as she usually did, as she was used to doing. Set her free! Instead the girl looked at her with concern, adjusting the gag, the protrusion sliding further into her throat, bringing tears to her eyes.

'You seem quite resistant. I'm sorry, but we'll need to increase you to stage five. I've had the helpers lined up already, so we can begin straight away.'

Charlotte tried to twist, to shake her head. Helpers? For what? A warning buzz sounded.

'Please be careful, you know what happens.'

That was all the warning she got as she was jolted, an electrical current burning her neck, her vision going hazy from pain this time.

'I think one of the special sessions again. Those seem to make you more receptive.'

Charlotte's eyes went wide in fear and she would have shaken her head if she was allowed that much movement. Not those! Her body still ached from the last one, pain and degradation mixed with a deep, throbbing yearning in her pussy, a hateful, confusing mass of thoughts and emotions.

'You did sign up for this course of treatment. Now, will you behave?'

Charlotte twisted and wriggled, desperately trying to free herself, feeling the latex binding her, without any hope of release. She didn't want this! She wanted to be set free!

The girl shook her head regretfully. 'I'm sorry then, I'm upgrading your therapy.'

She tapped her tablet again, more electricity snapping into Charlotte's neck. Her consciousness started to fade, her last vision a set of VR goggles getting securely strapped over her eyes, her vision and hearing being replaced with whatever her captors wished her to see. For now, it was deep, abyssal darkness, but she could still feel, as hands grabbed her thighs, a cock sliding into her. She knew if she came, it would only set back her treatment, but it felt so good, as her mind melted into orgasmic bliss, her body suspended and powerless, unable to resist, as they came, hot cum shooting into her. Then there was another person, then another and another, using her body, her mind utterly lost...

***

Prior to Subject's Containment

'This is a demonstration of what I can offer.' Charlotte turned her head, the view shifting around her, a brilliantly blue sky above a golden beath, bronzed and toned swimmers walking about, water trickling down their bodies. The vision zoomed in on a man, his toned chest, her eyes dropping down, noting the slight bulge in his tight shorts with approval. 'The technology is impressive, as I'm sure you can see.'

She turned her head from side to side, hoping that the others were watching as well, then made a quick double-shake motion. The sounds of the beach suddenly vanished, to be replaced by throbbing bass, the sunlight replaced by darkness and strobing lights. She reflexively flinched backwards as dancers thrust their hands in the air, the deep bass of house music rumbling into her ears. She could feel it shaking through her body, just like at an actual club, a nearby dancer wearing nothing but a mesh sleeve and body-paint glowing under the UV light. It helped to distract her a little from the throbbing headache that haunted her virtually all the time now.

She reached up to the goggles, sufficiently lightweight and padded that it was easy to forget they were being worn and slid her fingers along until she found a button, then clicked her nail against it. Her own company could supply the imaging tech, but the headpieces would make it a lot more viable.

The vision and sound vanished, and she was looking at a meeting room again, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the harsh electric light, looking at those she was demonstrating too, trying to read their expressions, hoping that they would go along with her. This might be just what she needed! At least if she could get it cheaply enough - her cash reserves were virtually gone right now. She smiled across the table at the company representative, or possibly owner - the introductions had been a little rushed and vague, and twisted around, making sure that her best angle was shown. But he was quite handsome, and the patents he represented... Well, if she could get those, then she would have a secure hold of the market. And it would get her out of the financial problems she was in.

'I think it would be a profitable merging.' She stretched out beneath the table, running her foot up his leg, noticing the spark of interest in his eyes. 'Lisa, why don't you show him some of the documentation?'

Her assistant, Lisa, was dressed in her usual slutty office-wear, her skirt so tight that it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her blouse showing the lace edging of her bra. She approached him, leaning in close, rubbing her breasts against him; he smiled even more widely, but didn't seem too distracted, at least not yet, as he answered.

'Your terms do seem rather excessive - it appears you are requesting complete control, without putting anything of your own up in exchange, or even much money. While you do control a number of other useful patents, you aren't in much of a position to deploy anything.'

As Lisa pushed up against him, she pushed her foot higher up his leg. 'Soon I'll have seed money and can then commence an actual release.'

He was definitely enjoying looking at Lisa, and Charlotte glared at her, hoping to keep her focused on being obedient and slutty.

'I have heard certain rumors that you are having cashflow issues, although this is scarcely the time or place to discuss it. But I think more negotiations may be needed.' He pulled out his phone and pressed a button, the door swinging open a few seconds later. Another woman walked in - she must be his secretary, and probably his fuck-toy as well, from how she was dressed; her skirt barely covering her backside, garter-straps visible on her legs. Her eyes were strangely vacant and blank though, seemingly staring into nothingness.

'Sophia, kindly fetch the sample set for Miss Powell.'

The woman didn't respond, just bobbed her head in acknowledgment, before walking to a cabinet on the wall. Around her neck was a heavy metal necklace, high and tight, forcing her to keep her neck extended at all times. It must make it hard to look around - maybe it was a medical device? Although it looked ornamental, albeit in a fairly brutal, industrial way.

'You'll have to excuse her, she's still being broken in. She tries hard though, despite her limitations.'

The woman walked past, 4-inch heels making her backside sway from side to side, Charlotte trying to ignore the taut lines of her butt. 'I think you're making a mistake - this could be a wonderful relationship.' If he was fucking her, then trying to seduce him would be hard work, although he definitely seemed to be noticing Lisa.

'I prefer a rather more, ah, controlling position in my relationships.' The woman swayed back, quietly placing a box on the table, before kneeling on the ground next to him, her face still blank and passive. He sighed, then tapped her on the head. 'Go and wait in my office, Sophia.' An expression rose on her face, a flash of fear that quickly vanished behind the bland placidity before she rose and walked away. Was that a flash of steel on her wrists, from beneath the sleeves of her blouse? She certainly had odd tastes in jewelry - it looked like there were chunky metal bands on her ankles, above the straps holding her heels on. Well, he could at least inspire fear in his subordinates, but she would somehow have to persuade him to give in still.

'You certainly have an attractive assistant.'

'Sophia? Oh, she was hand-picked. But more of a simple secretary than anything else - she got a little too stressed sometimes and so I try to keep her on simple tasks, otherwise she falls to pieces. Perhaps you would like a position under me?' He looked at her, shifting his legs so that her foot could slide up his legs, towards his groin.

'I prefer to be in charge myself.' She twisted her foot, lightly spiking his leg with her own heel, before withdrawing. 'Far preferable to being on the bottom.'

He hid whatever discomfort he felt from her heel, taking the box and opening it up. 'A few gifts for you. It seems you've had something of a rough year, so a few things to help you relax. I have a few friends that manage a relaxation facility. Very confidential, it might help.'

She managed to keep a smile on her face despite his barb - who else knew? She'd managed to keep most of the details hidden at least, keep just enough cashflow to keep everything together. All she needed was a little more money, a little more time! If he would just sign, then everything would be resolved. But she kept smiling and accepted the gifts, before standing herself and shaking his hand.

'We'll have to continue these discussions another time.' His grasp was strong, although at least he wasn't enough of a dick to forcefully crush her hand, just giving it a firm squeeze.

'Oh yes, most certainly. I hope to be making some new acquisitions soon.' He was taller than she was, even in her heels (although they were an inch or more less than his secretary's had been), and well-built, clearly able to go to the gym, or afford a personal trainer.

'I have other meetings to attend, but Lisa here can answer any questions. She can be very... attentive.' Lisa shot her a worried look, Charlotte glaring back and laying a hand on her shoulder, before whispering into her ear. 'Do whatever you can. I know you've fucked half the office anyway, what's one more?' She dug her nails into the woman's shoulder, hard enough to draw out a hiss of pain.

He nodded. 'Of course. I'm sure we can have a long and useful conversation.'

'Excellent. Then, sadly, I will leave you to it, as I have other duties to tend to.'

She made her exit, taking the gifts with her, walking back through his offices. The door to his office was shut, but through the dark glass she could dimly see his secretary, stood by his desk, staring into nothingness. Was the woman crazy or something? Or just exceptionally well-trained? The assistant at the door was just as attractive, but seemed more aware, smiling at her as Charlotte handed in her badge and left.

***

Day 0 of Containment

Charlotte approached the facility with a confident stride despite the throbbing in her head - it was a quietly anonymous office building, surrounded by others that were much the same, several car parks for the employees, a few people coming and going. Still, she put sunglasses on, large ones that covered half her face, as she strode through the carpark, heels clicking against the tarmac.

Her phone rang, buzzing against her body as she advanced.

'What is it?'

There was a static squawking from the other end of the line. Charlotte sighed. 'You need to get this sorted. Today! I left explicit instructions - if you can't follow them, you're not worth the time, or the money. Get it sorted by the time I'm back, or don't bother coming in again. Am I clear, Lisa?'

There was a pause, and then an exhausted-sounding agreement. Well, if they couldn't keep up, then they shouldn't have taken the job. She'd come back from her meeting with that man looking exhausted, so had probably been fucked by him, but without managing to seal the deal. Charlotte flicked through the messages she'd received while travelling here, quickly sending responses where needed, before looking at the plan of the companies located here.

From the names alone, it was almost impossible to tell what any of the companies did, but the one she was looking for had a logo of an aqua-blue spiral; appropriate, for the services they offered. Double doors slid open as approached, an attractive receptionist looking at her with a smile.

'I have an appointment?' She didn't want to give her name, just in case someone found out.

The receptionist smiled at her and lent forward, showing a generous amount of cleavage as she picked up a phone and dialed into one of the companies.

'Yes, there's someone here. Yes, thank you.'

She hung up. 'Someone will be with you shortly. Please take a seat.'

Charlotte wasn't used to being commanded but took the proffered seat, ignoring the stack of magazines on the side. As she sat down, she pulled out her phone, checking through her work messages, just in case something had happened. Let's see... the latest deal was almost signed off, as long as Lisa didn't fuck it up. And the new guy seemed to be fitting in OK. She had to manage virtually everything herself, otherwise it always went wrong, even the best were barely adequate!

She was pulled away from hitting refresh and seeing if anything new had come in by the approach of a woman. She was dressed like a scientist, a severe white lab coat around her trim body, and in short heels. She had neatly-trimmed black hair, almost ruler-sharp lines from chin level slanting backwards towards the base of her skull. Her eyes were cold and sharp - even compared to some of the dealmakers and powerful entrepreneurs Charlotte had dealt with, this one seemed intense and focused, almost dangerous. And beneath the lab coat... Charlotte tried to see what she was wearing, something black and shiny. And was she wet? There was a slight whiff of saline in the air. Around her neck was a heavy and chunky choker of burnished gold, with a silver ring over her throat.

The chill effect was little diminished by her smile and her extension of a hand in greeting. Charlotte took it, immediately feeling a powerful grip take her hand and squeeze. She met it, staring back, the woman's eyes like chips of ice. It took Charlotte a moment to realize that the woman was actually shorter than she was, her presence making her seem larger than she was.

They remained locked in position, Charlotte trying to exert her own dominance. It was a challenge, the woman's gaze unwavering, until they both looked away simultaneously. The woman spoke, her voice clear and curiously unaccented, as though she had been scrubbed clean of any origin or background.

'Good afternoon. If you would follow thi... me, then the facilities are this way.'

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away, leaving Charlotte little choice but to follow. They headed up some stairs to a long landing, with a heavy door at the end. The woman swiped a keycard across a security device, locks popping open.

Inside was a large open space with industrial-looking vats between metal gantries. But everything was well-lit, the walls painted white, leafy plants at regular distances, vaguely abstract paintings helping to break up the metal. The few people she could see were all dressed like spa staff, with masks coverings their mouths, short tunics, the women bare-legged, the men in loose cotton trousers. From a room somewhere came a deeply satisfied sigh, cut off by the closing of a door. She checked her phone again, almost by reflex, but there was no reception.

'Such distractions are not permitted in this place.'

Without access to the continual flow of information, she felt both crippled and free; who knew what might be happening? But for once, she couldn't do anything about it, and it was a strange release not having to worry every minute, every moment.

'No-one will know I'm here, will they?' If word got out that she was at a place like this, then her reputation would be shattered.

'There is complete confidentiality for all guests. This way.'

As they passed other members of staff, all of them dipped their heads, so deep they were almost bowing. Charlotte let herself be led into a small office, with a small desk and two chairs. The woman sat behind the desk and pulled out a computer tablet and turning it on.

'You understand the services thi... we offer?'

The woman seemed to have some odd speech impediment, almost stuttering, or correcting herself all the time.

'Yes.'

She held the tablet up, showing advertising material - massage tables, relaxed-looking people being cared for by the staff, all of whom had masks covering their mouths.

'During your stay, you will be looked after and tended to. Every need will be met. But you must sign this.' She pulled up some legal documentation. 'Some can find the experience overwhelming.'

Charlotte bit her lip. This was the moment of truth; if she signed then there was no backing out. It had been amongst the usual free garbage - a company that offered complete relaxation and isolation. She needed a break - she hadn't had more than a day off ever since founding her company. It was burning her out, and surely the useless shits could manage without her for three days? Every day, it seemed, she had to discipline her staff, getting them to behave properly, just to do their jobs! She sighed, then signed.

The woman smiled at her, looking slightly less cold. 'Excellent. You will be prepared. Would you prefer to be tended upon by men or women?'

Charlotte flushed. She'd never even thought of something like that! Was this that sort of place?

Some confusion must have shown on her face, as the woman spoke. 'Some have a marked preference in who tends to them.'

'I, um, don't mind.'

'Very well. Please be aware that some elements of the process can result in intense sexual hallucinations. And that until your treatment is complete, you will be out of contact with the outside world. Are all your affairs in order?'

Charlotte paused, mentally going through the list of tasks she had to do every day. Her hand reflexively went to get her phone, before remembering that there was no reception. It was like having part of her mind severed, chunks of her memory vanishing along with the connectivity. A slight dizziness overcame her, a moment of vertigo as she was forcibly disassociated from everything she had built up, but then she steeled herself.

'Yes, I believe so.'

The woman pressed a buzzer and the door opened again, a young woman entering - she was dressed like a spa assistant, mouth covered by a surgical mask, black eyeliner highlighting her large, dark eyes. 'This one will look after you.'

They bowed, eyes downcast, gesturing at the door, then holding it open, and leading Charlotte to a changing room, with wooden benches, lockers and number plastic trays. Several of the lockers were sealed, although not many. Before she could do anything, the girl reached out and brushed her shoulders, tugging at her suit jacket.

'It's tailored, be careful!'

The woman responded so quietly Charlotte could barely hear her. 'My apologies, madam.'

'Just be careful! It's worth more than you are.'

She held her arms up, allowing the suit jacket to be removed. She was glad to see it get hung up with the care it deserved, hangers in place for such an occasion. Underneath she wore a creamy silk blouse, ruffles down the center, pearl buttons hidden amongst them. The woman stepped close in, eyes down, as she unbuttoned the top, fingers moving swiftly and dexterously. She smelt of soap, clean and medicinal, her hair brushing against Charlotte's shoulders as the blouse was removed.

Charlotte had never been much interested in women, preferring male companionship on the rare occasions she could find time, and a partner that was suitably submissive. Men had a tendency to imagine they should be in charge, instead of obeying and tending to her needs! But it was flattering to have a personal attendant, rather than having to do everything by herself.

The woman's hands were smooth and dexterous, carefully removing the blouse and folding it into a numbered basket. It was like a prison, an occupant's possessions being taken away until they were released, although far fancier. Underneath the blouse, she was wearing a bra, which the attendant unclipped and removed. The air was warm enough that she was quite comfortable, removing her slimline pencil skirt, revealing her stockings beneath. She sat down on the bench and slipped off her heels, feeling diminished as she did so, loosing several inches of height all at once.

The woman knelt in front of her, eyes still downcast, like an ancient servant bowing before their master. Charlotte extended a leg and the woman reached out, fingers carefully unclipping her stockings then rolling the material down her leg. Her movements were smooth and polished, fingers gentle against Charlotte's skin as the fabric was tugged away.

As she allowed herself to be stripped, Charlotte looked around at the items of clothing here - all clearly expensive, a sleek black dress hanging there. Had someone come from a night out? But it bespoke well of the place, and the woman's fingers were soft and warm as her other stocking was removed. Now all she was wearing was a suspender belt and a thong. Those she could remove herself, quickly removing the scant fabric.

Without her heels, she felt weaker, and was definitely smaller, the tiled floor chill beneath her.

Without a word, the assistant rose and bowed, then stepped away with a graceful stride, Charlotte following.

She was led into another chamber, like a clean room, the air moist and warm. There was a massage table here, although it was a strange one, with leather straps in place that could restrain limbs. She laid down on the surface, grooves in the wood holding her limbs. There was a spurt of liquid as the woman started to massage her, fingers kneading deep, washing tension from Charlotte's body. Whatever oil she was using clung to Charlotte's skin, a slight chemical odor as it slid onto her body, making her slippery and warm.

She tried to relax, to keep the thoughts of what might be happening to her business from her mind. It was almost time for sign-off. Wait, what about the W1AB? She must have tensed, the woman pressing down on her to keep her in position. She needed to check it had been done right! She forced herself against the hands and managed to push herself up and stand, heading for the door, wanting, needing to check.

She reached the door and tried pushing it open, but it refused to budge. She pushed harder, hearing metal rattle, the bolt of a lock shifting against the frame.

'My apologies, madam.' The woman's voice was louder now.

Charlotte made her voice commanding. She needed to check! 'Let me out. Now!'

'My apologies, madam.' It sounded exactly the same as the last time she had said it, although even louder now, almost normal conversation level. Those eyes, dark and beautiful, looked at her, before glancing down again, the woman tapping at a touchpad on the wall.

'You can't keep me locked in here!' Without her, who knew what her staff were fucking up? She pulled on the door again, the thing sliding open. She strode forward, bumping into someone, a brief flash of gleaming red, followed by a startled 'owwww!' as they fell over.

She looked down at them - it was a young woman, her body sheathed in gleaming red latex that highlighted every curve of her body. Over the top, she wore a lab coat, the white and the red in stark contrast. She rubbed her butt, looking up at Charlotte in confusion before standing, still blocking the way. A mass of tousled brown hair and large circular glasses made an odd mixture with the latex, somewhere between 'fetish model' and 'late-to-work nerd'. She smiled at Charlotte, stepping close to her, forcing her to stand back.

The door slid shut again, the click of the lock clearly audible.

'Good morning, madam. I'm Emma - what seems to be the problem here?'

'I need my phone. I need to check something, it's very important!'

The woman, Emma, stepped forward again, forcing Charlotte to move backwards, her legs bumping against the massage table.

She made soothing sounds, as though trying to calm a dog or cat. 'Shhh, shhh. Now, you have come here to relax? Miss...' She raised her arm, where a smartphone was sheathed on her wrist, tapping something in. 'Miss Charlotte Powell? Yes, I see you have agreed to the three-day course. Very good.'

'Yes, but I just need to...'

The woman stepped forward again, a brush of her shoulder forcing Charlotte to sit down. She leaned over Charlotte, brushing strands of hair off Charlotte's forehead. 'Please, relax. Beginning the process in a poor mental state can have negative effects.' The latex was dry and slick, a strange sensation, as the fingers slowly traced down Charlotte's chest. 'Calm thoughts, deep breaths.'

'My apologies, madam.' The attendant had taken a position along the wall, hands crossed in front of her, looking entirely passive, eyes still strangely flat.

Charlotte obeyed, forcing the panic down, letting herself be patted on the head, feeling slightly better, despite how patronizing it seemed.

'Do you feel better now? If so, then we can get you prepped.'

She gave Charlotte a hug, breasts squishing against Charlotte's body, latex coming away smeary with whatever oil had been rubbed onto Charlotte.

'This way.'

'But... I need...'

She got hugged again, latex hands stroking down her bare back, pushing her into the next room. They separated, more smears now visible on the glossy red latex. The light in here was low and soothing, a soft amber that blurred details, but she could see tall lockers, holding bodysuits, heavy helmets and ridged tubes.

'First we need to make sure to track your vitals.'

A collar clicked into place around her neck, something on the inside expanding to push against her skin.

'You must be here to relax. Everything will be fine; you don't need to worry.'

Charlotte took a deep breath, then pushed it out, trying to force herself to relax. It was only three days, surely they could manage for that long.

The woman squirted more liquid onto her hands, smearing it along her fingers. 'Normally, it's easier if this is already done, but since you're here, may as well do it now! Sit down, and I'll do your legs.'

Charlotte had to push a harness out of the way, something that looked like it could be used to suspend someone in the air while they were geared up, if they fell asleep during the massage or similar.

The liquid getting rubbed onto her legs was clinging and slightly oily, her bare legs soon gleaming under the gentle light. She was feeling more relaxed already, as Emma fetched one of the suits - this one was glossy black, looking sexually domineering rather than relaxing.

The legs were partially bound together, the two of them having to work together to get it on, Charlotte unable to get her legs more than an inch or so apart as it inched up her body, clinging tightly to her skin.

'We find it helps guests relax. Don't worry, you won't need to move once you're fully in. And we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself by bumping against the edge.'

She was carefully pulling the material up Charlotte's leg, bit by bit. The stuff was pleasingly tight, like being embraced all over her entire body, and this place would surely take good care of her. It reached her knees, then her thighs, each leg separate but bound. She wobbled slightly, having her knees together making keeping her balance hard. Emma's head bobbed around, hair brushing against Charlotte's legs, then stomach, as the material was teased into place. Simply having someone fawn over her was nice!

The latex came up to her crotch, narrow slits in the material allowing access. Then it was inched up over her belly, clinging tightly to her navel, and making her glad she had managed to find the time for regular gym sessions, keeping a trim and toned physique, her belly flat and smooth.

Having the lubricant dribbled over her belly made her giggle, especially when Emma used a finger to rub it into her bellybutton, the sensation making her shiver. Emma grinned at her.

'You have a lovely body. Now, arms by your side.'

The arms of the suit were like the legs, tightly webbed to the body, meaning that the arms and torso had to be pulled up bit-by-bit. But the feeling was magnificent, especially when it came over her breasts, tight and restrictive, the outfit shaped to cup and shape them, more holes cut for the nipples. She could feel some wiring or technology in the suit, lines of metal snagging slightly against her body.

'To monitor you thoroughly.'

When it came up over her entire body, she tried moving, wriggling her shoulders. All she could do was twist in place, the material tight enough that she could only breath in short puffs. The moist air tickled her bare pussy as Emma fussed over her.

'Normally subjects are already under at this point. I'm going to put the audio-visual controllers on.'

She picked up a set of VR goggles, strapping them over Charlotte's eyes. Her vision was filled with soft, grey static, utterly absent of any detail. She felt buds go into her ears, all sound suddenly removed. Instinctively, she tried to reach up to pluck them out, but the material was too tight, her arms bound and unable to move. She struggled harder, trying not to fall over.

With an audible "pop", Emma's voice came through the earbuds. 'Shhh, calm thoughts.' A flare of painfully bright light filled her vision, before the grey static returned. 'The readings will pick up on your stress and try to calm you down. Don't worry, I'll be with you.'

'Let me out! This is...'

Something was shoved into her mouth, a rubbery mouthpiece sliding between her lips, her tongue flapping uselessly against it. She tried to spit it out but could feel a pressure holding it in place as a rubbery strap tightened around the back of her head.

'You came here to relax - this will help you with that. I'll stay with you while you're inserted, but you did sign up for this.'

Charlotte grunted, twisting in her bonds again as she felt a harness settle around her body, straps tightening just above and beneath her breasts, under her arms. Emma's voice was replaced with white noise, slipping from consciousness unless she focused on it. And then she was lifted, feet leaving the floor.

A hand brushed her foot, making her twitch and shiver, Emma's giggle coming through the earpiece. 'Sorry, I couldn't resist.' Her hand gripped Charlotte's foot. 'Are you calming down now? Your vitals weren't far off triggering a response.'

Charlotte couldn't speak but tried to nod. There was something oddly relaxing about this, utterly separated from her cares, and almost from her body entirely. The static in her vision darkened slightly, as if responding to her calm.

'Good. Now we need the outer suit.'

She felt more pressure creeping its way up her body, feet to knees, then up her legs. As it reached her crotch, she felt fingers probing her pussy, gently stroking and teasing, something sliding inside of her.

'This is to prevent any, uh, leakage. Something similar will go into your butt as well.'

Charlotte squeaked. She hadn't been told about this! And had never had anything up there, despite several boyfriends asking. The thought repulsed her - that wasn't somewhere things should be shoved! She couldn't resist it though, fingers spreading her buttocks wide, something slick with lube sliding into her, making her go tense and rigid as the intruder forced her open, a large bulb passing into her tight sphincter. Then the thickest part was inside of her, her body sucking in the rest. She tried to push it out, but couldn't, the thing was firmly lodged inside of her until someone removed it for her.

As she tensed, the light she saw changed, brightening and readying to flash painful flares at her. She forced herself to relax and go limp, and the light faded back to dull static. She tried tensing her muscles, but the things pushed into her were securely rooted, too deep to push out.

Then the encroachment of the binding outer layer continued, up past her navel, her arms getting wrapped in another layer, making them virtually impossible to move. Something pinched onto her breasts, frigid metal quickly warming against her body.

She gave her arms and legs an experimental wriggle - she could barely move them and was now utterly bound and trapped.

'Don't worry, we're almost there.'

The light darkened a little more, and she had the sensation of moving, air against her face moving slightly.

'We're putting you into tank 13, by request of the director. It's got all the latest enhancements. I shouldn't be talking to you though; you're meant to be getting relaxed!'

Her voice cut out, replaced by the insidious white noise, fading from Charlotte's awareness immediately afterwards. Something went over her shoulders, another weight there, and then a coolness started to slide over her, from the feet upwards. There was some other resistance against her movement now, something slowing her entirely. The light faded away almost entirely, her hearing cutting off. With vague professional interest, she noticed that there was a faint blurring effect on the visual input, the image not quite as sharp as the products of her own company. With nothing to engage it, her brain started to unclench and fade away, a strange slumber overcoming her.

Chapter Two: Dreaming Darkness

Her whole body was held within the latex, tight and restraining, her mouth forced open. She stirred, probing with her tongue, desperate for stimulation beyond the all-enveloping tightness. Something brushed against her tongue, warm and slightly spongy, and she curled her tongue around it, licking a rounded and fleshy tip.

Memories flickered through her mind, disconnected images from her past - relaxing on a sunny day, her first job, then her first serious boyfriend. He'd been kind of a loser, but a genius with image rendering. When he'd run into financial problems, he'd given her his patents to "look after". Well, she'd been better off without him, using those as a starting point for her own company.

She felt strange and dazed, her body not entirely her own, as a warm and sunny light filled her vision, her ears filled with soft and gentle sighs, happy moans of relief. The thing in her mouth seemed to respond, getting hotter and warmer as she licked it, her saliva wetting it. It twitched, a spurt of liquid shooting into her mouth, sweet-tasting and pleasant.

The sounds in her ears got louder, sounding even happier, warmth rippling through her body. Her legs and arms somehow peeled away from her body although they were still rightly wrapped, as she felt her body pitch and tilt until she was on her back, although it was hard to tell how she was being supported. But the only point of contact with anything was her mouth, something else sliding in. She giggled, or thought she did, feeling giddy and dazed, the thing slipping further in. She curled her tongue around it, glad of the stimulation, needing something to anchor her to the physical world.

Her breasts felt warm, something buzzing against her nipples, teasing and caressing her. Vague memories again - that woman speaking, a cold burr in her otherwise pleasant daze, a flash of her first office, making one of her employees eat her out as punishment for fucking up. He should have been honored! She could feel her arousal building within her, her body feeling like it was dipping in warm honey, sweet and soft. She tried to move her arms, but something stopped them, resistance increasing as she tried to move, only able to move her arms a little. The voices started to mouth disapproval, and she stopped, voices returning to happiness, another thing sliding into her mouth. Full awareness eluded her, her brain fuzzy and clouded, but simply content to dream and doze, interspersed moments of shifting and movement, a sweet-flavored paste shooting into her mouth, as her arms were bound to her sides again, water caressing her body as she was submerged again.

***

She drifted in a quiet, lonely daze. She could see nothing, hear nothing, her brain simply empty. A warmth tingled through her body, like she was being massaged all over her body. A faint buzzing between her legs, vague memories of previous sexual encounters fuzzing her mind. Faded, vague recollections of tangled bodies, clutching hands, tongues mingling, arms tight around her, sending her deeper into the warm fuzz.

She tried to move her arms, wanting to masturbate, to get herself off, but couldn't. The material binding her limbs resisted - not harshly, but a constant pressure, pulling her into the same position. Whatever had been pushed into her, the catheter tube, felt as though it was vibrating slightly, but surely that was just a function of her breathing. There was nothing else, after all - whatever was around her was body-temperature, virtually impossible to sense except if she tried to move. Her vision was black and empty, her hearing just soft fuzz. She wanted the happy voices again! She let herself fade into the relaxation, feeling her cares shrink away, perpetually on the precipice of an orgasm, sensations falling and rising.

Images bubbled up. Slow, gentle lovemaking, with the faces hidden, lovers embracing each other, bodies slipping and folding together. If her mouth hadn't been blocked, she would have bitten her lip, and she tried to grind her hips together, meeting only emptiness, denied closure and release. She could almost hear them, orgasmic, wordless groans and sighs.

Isolated and alone, there was no sense of time. The promise of future pleasure coiled within her, a slow lust building. She could feel a slight pressure from the plugs, necessary functions being performed - a brief thought trickled through her; how long had she been in here? They would let her out, wouldn't they? But the visions were distracting and beautiful, beautiful bodies, sweat-sheened in drowsy sunlight, orgasmic gasps and groans.

Even when she closed her eyes, the sensations followed, her cunt tingling, desiring more, wanting actual physical touch to get her over the edge. Consciousness flickered and faded, sleep, or something close to it, coming without warning, a barely perceptible interruption to the hazy dreams.

Shadows came, the sun-lit vision of a bright afternoon becoming a dark evening. Those coupling were still faceless, but the woman's face was a plain, unadorned latex hood, their identifying features erased behind the featureless black curve, broken only by nostril holes. Their arms were bound to a bed, cuffed at the wrist, their body stretched out. Their anonymous partner worshipped their body, kissing and caressing every inch of it, tongue flicking out to lick their navel, making the body quiver and shake.

Actual memories trickled through. Charlotte remembered the dresser, Emma, tickling her navel, smearing it with lube while dressing her. She'd never been interested in girls, but the sensation, of being able to relax, of such a warm presence so close by, had been soothing, almost arousing by itself.

She blinked, or possibly slept, awakening to another hazy vision. The woman was now on her knees, her hood-mask changed to have a metal ring holding the mouth open. A male figure, strong, proud and naked, stood over them, one hand grasping the back of their head, guiding a cock into their mouth. Charlotte flicked her own tongue out, against whatever the rubber-and-plastic thing in her mouth was, stroking against it. Blowjobs had never seemed appealing to her - men should be pleasuring her, not the other way around! But her breathing reflexively shifted to match the gasping, slurping groans of the woman, especially when they started playing with themselves. Her hips tightened again, the intruders there now seeming part of her own body, although still denied release.

The man came, trickles of cum spilling from the woman's mouth, the woman climaxing not long after. Charlotte whined, feeling sweat tight against her body. Once she was out of here, then she was going to have a bottle of wine, and a nice, leisurely bath, teasing herself up to pleasure!

A harsh, screeching buzz stabbed her eardrums, her vision filling with flashing white lights, stinging and hurting her eyes. The gentle pressure around her vanished, pressure around her chest, under her arms. The mask was pulled off, none-too-gently, and she winced at the light, barely able to see through tears. Emma looked at her with concern, turning to someone out of sight. She waved a hand in front of Charlotte, looking into her eyes, then nodded and produced a syringe. It went into Charlotte's neck, and then she was plunged into darkness, cold and chemical.

***

She woke up. The relaxing, soothing pressure of the latex was still there, but even tighter now. She tried moving her arms, feeling them wrapped around her body, but couldn't, the material resisting. Something was over her eyes, her vision taken from her, and something rubbery had been pushed between her lips. She grunted in indignation. This was not what she expected! What was going on?

A hand, surprisingly warm, brushed against her forehead, making her flinch and gasp. Then whatever blocked her sight was removed, mercifully low light flooding in. She was sat on something, with Emma and the facility manager both looking at her, Emma looking worried.

Charlotte tried to order them to release her but couldn't speak. Emma looked at the manager for permission, getting a nod, plucking out the earbuds and speaking. Her voice was low and soft, as though calming an animal.

'You suffered an intense reaction. Please calm down.' She gave Charlotte a hug, breath tickling against Charlotte's ear. The sensation made her head swim, and it took her long moments to collect herself, only coming to partway through the explanation.

'...pleasure that you hallucinated vividly, your body becoming super-sensitive. It's rare, but sometimes happen when people are too stressed for too long. But there is danger of permanent nerve damage if you're not careful, which would make it impossible to ever orgasm again.'

Charlotte squeaked against the gag, eyes going wide. Never orgasm again?

The manager stepped into view. Rather than the wetsuit, she was now wearing a sleek minidress of red silk, the very edge of a flame tattoo visible on one shoulder. Behind her, Emma was wearing a latex bodysuit again, this one glossy black. 'Madam must be cared for, or she will be damaged. Will Madam be quiet if she is permitted to speak? The other guests would be upset by screaming.'

Those eyes, like shards of ice, stared down at her - the polite words seemed almost a threat, although Emma's soothing hands were definitely a comfort. Charlotte paused, then nodded. Emma's hands fiddled with something on the back of her neck, before pulling something out of Charlotte's mouth - it was a squishy foam ball, designed to stop the wearer biting themselves, or even speaking.

Charlotte twisted her lips and tongue, not trusting herself to speak as dribble flowed out over her chin. The manager continued to glare at her, as Emma explained.

'The relaxation process sometimes has affects like this, but rarely so intense. It overloads the nervous system, creating a feedback loop. This basically creates, um, nymphomania.' She spoke quickly and nervously, glancing at the manager as though worried about getting something wrong. 'Well, sort of. You'd not actually be able to get off. You've been so stressed and strained that the relaxation has kicked your libido into, um, super-overdrive.'

Charlotte managed to speak, tongue and lips feeling stiff and numb. 'What? Why didn't you warn me?!'

The manager spoke, voice cold. 'Madam was informed within the documents she signed.'

'But don't worry, we'll look after you!' Emma stroked her again. 'We'll be monitoring you continually, until you're recovered. Once your body has adjusted, then you'll be able to feel pleasure again, even more intense than before.'

Charlotte struggled, hair flicking around, Emma stepping back. With more time to look around, she could see that she was on a padded seat, a latex leotard snug on her body, but with long sleeves holding her arms, bound so that they wrapped around her waist, the material tight enough to limit her movements. Her legs were still bound together, heavy cuffs around her ankles bound with a short chain, and she could feel something around her waist, locking her down into the seat.

'You can't hold me here!'

'Madam shall not be held.' The manager pointed at Emma. 'The assistant will accompany Madam, until Madam is treated.'

Hands grabbed hold of Charlotte's neck, twisting and grinding, somehow pushing tension out of her body, leaving her gasping.

'The assistant is talented.'

The sensation left Charlotte reeling. Having a masseuse like that on tap would definitely help with stress!

'Don't worry, I'll help you with everything you need. And then you'll be back to normal!' Emma sounded relentlessly upbeat, brushing hair away from Charlotte's face.

'Madam may, of course, refuse this. But Madam will then be, regretfully, broken.' The manager was regarding her, head slightly tilted, still expressionless.

No orgasms ever again? She'd go mad! She slowly nodded. 'You can treat this?'

'Oh yes, don't worry. I'll just need to keep an eye on you. There's some equipment we can affix now.'

The manager moved aside and picked up a plastic box, carefully breaking a plastic-tape seal to open it up. Inside was a metal device, a circular loop with a semi-circle attached, with some kind of display panel on the front.

'Will Madam consent to treatment?'

A tablet was held in front of her face, dense legalese scrolling by.

'Yes!' All she could do was slightly lean forward and tap her nose against the screen, but apparently that sufficed.

Emma hugged her, hair tickling Charlotte's nose, almost making her sneeze. 'Excellent! Then can we begin?' She looked at the manager for permission, who nodded.

Emma tapped the controller on her wrist, and some of the bindings on Charlotte were released, her torso freed.

'Madam shall stand.'

Charlotte obeyed, standing up from the chair. She noticed a camera in the corner, looking down at her, red light blinking. Emma knelt down, fingers pushing Charlotte's thighs apart. Even that made Charlotte take a deep breath, feeling lust surge up. Some fastener was undone, her pussy now exposed to the air. Fingers brushed it, a digit easily sliding in, making Charlotte gasp again at the intrusion as she tried not to show the flush of pleasure it provoked, to hide the rush of exhilaration it produced within her. On instinct, she thrust her hips forward, enveloping the finger within her folds. Emma tutted and pulled it back.

'You must have enjoyed it down there!' Just Emma's breath and her hair brushing against Charlotte's thighs was enough to keep her turned on. The manager passed the metal device over, Emma breaking it into several components, sliding latex away from Charlotte's waist. The circle went around her waist, like a belt but thicker, looking impossible to break without power tools. It was a snug fit, like it had been made and fitted just for her. And then the lower curve was clipped on, metal cold between her buttocks, coming up and covering her cunt, clicking into place. The panel lit up, displaying numbers Charlotte couldn't read at this angle. Something inside it brushed against her most sensitive parts, making her shiver again.

The manager moved in close, her eyes fixed tightly on Charlotte, holding her in place as effectively as any bindings. Something else was released, her arms no longer forced around herself, allowing her to move them, and ease the tension that had built up in her shoulders. The long, dangling sleeves that extended far past her hands and had been used to wrap them around her body were peeled back, and heavy metal bracelets clipped into place.

'These devices will monitor Madam. Should Madam over-excite herself, then steps will be taken. Such is necessary for your treatment. Does Madam understand?'

The level of courtesy seemed excessive, even for a place like this, but the manager was probably used to dealing with very pushy, upper-crust women willing and able to spend a lot of time complaining, so used a lot more politeness than was needed.

She nodded. 'Yes, I understand. Is this necessary though?' She poked at a bracelet - the thing was heavy metal, designed to take a beating without being damaged or coming off. She twisted one, feeling the insides tight against her skin, reading her pulse.

Emma looked up at her. 'Sorry, but yes. Otherwise, the damage will be permanent. Imagine never being able feel pleasure again!' She looked as though she might cry, and Charlotte relented.

'Very well. How long will this take?' Not that she had a lover, but it would be nice to have the option, or to touch herself when she wanted to.

'It is hard to judge, ma'am. Your treatment will have to begin immediately and may take some time. But when it is complete, then you shall be improved. And the assistant will tend to your needs most assiduously. Or there will be... consequences.' Charlotte paled but forced herself to smile.

'Please cooperate!'

It was hard to say no to her pleading, Charlotte nodding her head, shifting her hips, feeling the uncomfortable weight of the belt around her crotch.

The manager smiled, although it did little to bring any warmth to her features. 'Excellent. The assistant will process Madam and return her home. Unless Madam should wish to stay in one of our specialist accommodations?' Her eyes gleamed in a predatory fashion.

'I think my own place would be preferable.'

'This one cannot require such. If Madam wishes, she may leave.' It somehow sounded like a threat, before the manager rose and left, leaving Charlotte still partially restrained.

Emma continued to untie her, unclipping the shackles from her ankles. 'Now, you will need to be careful, you will be very sensitive. I will have to come home with you to make sure you take the necessary precautions. The consequences could be disastrous! Oh, and also to show you the, um, practicalities.'

She tapped the belt, the metal brushing against Charlotte, making her shiver again. The display-screen could hopefully be moved aside or something, to allow her to go to the toilet. She felt behind herself, finding that there was a gap in the metal there, at least. Although not wide enough to put anything in - not that she had much interest in anal, but if she had to go too long without any sex, then it might be needed.

'Let's get you dressed, and then we can begin.' She stood up, pulling out a tray containing Charlotte's clothing. 'And you should avoid any un-necessary stress. It may prolong this state.'

She peeled the latex off Charlotte's body, the sensation leaving Charlotte tingling, her nipples firm. She tried not to show it, but allowed Emma to dress her, the woman working quickly and deftly.

'I love this top.'

Charlotte could feel Emma's hair brush against her arm, as the woman buttoned the top closed, leaving one more button undone than she would herself, revealing cleavage. But anything tighter would just increase her lust, so she didn't change it.

'I should try something other than latex, but I like the feel of it. One of the benefits of working here.' She pulled Charlotte's skirt up, adjusting it into place, making sure it didn't show the belt beneath it - panty lines were bad enough, a chastity belt would be very hard to explain!

Stockings would be too hard and having someone touch her legs would just make her horny again but putting her shoes on again made her feel more like herself, the heels elevating her height so she was taller than Emma. It made her feel more powerful and commanding, just having those few extra inches of height.

Emma stepped back, looking at her with clear admiration. Well, it was nice to be looked at like that, but hopefully the woman wouldn't take matters beyond the professional!

They left, Emma hiding her bodysuit underneath a bulky coat, so it looked as though she was just wearing latex trousers and gloves. She took a heavy-looking briefcase as well, reinforced metal with sturdy locks, as she guided Charlotte towards a waiting taxi.

Chapter Three: Welcome Home

The journey home was uncomfortable, the belt thrumming around Charlotte's crotch as the taxi moved in slow fits and starts through heavy traffic. Emma took the next seat, opening up her case but angling it away from her, so Charlotte couldn't see the contents. There were some disconcerting crinkles and clicks, a motor briefly buzzing into life before Emma turned it off, looking embarrassed.

Charlotte tried to shift and arch her back to keep her crotch off the seat. Jolting over speedbumps made her yelp and bite her lip, her hand tense on her lap. Even the seatbelt across her chest, rubbing against one breast, was stimulating, pressing her clothing against her body. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, juddering breath, trying to calm herself. Then the taxi braked suddenly, her body shifting forward, the strap tightening across her body, and any calm fled her. Even when she had had a lover, it hadn't felt like that!

A warm touch on her shoulder helped her focus, as Emma laid a hand on her and made soft, calming sounds. It was mildly patronizing but did help her focus, trying to ignore the flushing, yearning heat washing through her body. The rest of the journey was passed in silence, Charlotte taking deep, juddering breaths to try and steady herself before they pulled up outside her apartment block.

It took an effort of will to move, her hand fumbling to unclip the seat belt, almost falling from the seat, as Emma paid the driver. The automatic doors whisked open at her approach, the concierge recognizing her and letting her in. The lobby, filled with all the signs and markers of wealth, helped steady her - carefully maintained plants, the smartly-dressed concierge, the surfaces all shiny marble, even the lift that opened at her approach, requiring her keycard to take her to the appropriate floor. The place was designed so that the inhabitants could largely pretend that they were the only one that lived there.

As she entered her apartment, she swept away a pile of envelopes, trying to ignore how many of them seemed to be bills or uncomfortably-legal-looking, thick and chunky. If she could just close the deal, then it would be fine! Even if she had to sell or rent Lisa, hole by hole, to do so, it would be worth it.

Her apartment was one of the larger ones (not that she needed the space, living on her own and mostly in the office). A large central room with the minimum of furniture, a sunken area with a large couch facing a massive TV, a kitchen area (the fridge mostly stocked with ready meals), and then two bedrooms. Well, one bedroom with walk-in closet (that had been converted to a home office), and one barely-used guest room. Emma was looking around with interest, examining the artwork hanging on the walls (expensive swirls of bright colors, the only splashes of brightness amongst the bland, off-white walls).

She removed her coat and hung it up, revealing the latex beneath. Did she really dress like that all the time? Her own dating life must be exciting - despite her messy hair, she had a nice figure, large-chested and narrow-hipped, and the latex showed it all. Charlotte wasn't into women, but the sight of Emma still sent a twitch of lust through her, thoughts surfacing of being swathed in binding material, the stuff tight around her. She twisted her shoulders, trying to recollect the feeling, almost loosing herself in remembered sensations.

Emma was investigating, sticking her head into the different rooms, quickly finding the main bedroom. There was a large double bed in there, a heavy metal frame with sturdy bedposts. As Emma entered, the floor-length windows changed, sensors picking up her presence, the tinting changing from opaque to transparent, giving a stunning view over the city. Charlotte had never changed the settings to respond only to someone with the right card, so anyone could change the settings! If Emma would be coming and going, then she might need to work on that, maybe give her an access card of her own, to let get in without needing ringing up every time.

'I've worked with one of your neighbors. They were downstairs, in a far smaller apartment. But they're a lot happier now, I'm sure you will be as well.' Emma turned and walked towards her, heavy case still in hand. 'First, I need to conduct some tests to establish your baselines, and then we can begin. Please sit down.'

Charlotte bridled slightly at being commanded in her own apartment, but the sooner this was done, the better. She sat on the bed, as Emma took an item from the case, a black rubber facemask with some contraption over the mouth, the eyes blacked out. 'This will help measure your stress and breathing.'

She moved behind Emma, the mattress shifting as she moved over it, taking a position behind Charlotte. The thing came over Charlotte's face, straps rapidly getting fastened into place. The air was stale and tainted with the scent of plastic, every breath having to be pulled through the mouthpiece, air rasping through a narrow hole. It forced her to breath slowly, forcibly pulling air in. Some mechanism clicked in front of her, the airflow changing.

'Arms out, palms up.'

Charlotte obeyed, feeling slightly foolish. She could hear the pings of a computer, like an electronic heartbeat counting in sync with her collar, which tingled against her neck with a faint static thrum. A hand brushed against her palm, latex against bare skin. Then fingers pinched against her palm, making her flinch.

The buzz from the collar intensified for a second, just shy of a stinging pain before dropping back down to a less intense level. Then the hand reached forward and pinched on a nipple, hard enough to make Charlotte yelp.

'Hey!' The mask whirred, her breath drawing short, making her gasp as her hands flailed against her head, trying to pull it off, unable to find any way to get it off.

'The collar reacts; whenever you feel too much, then it will shock you. It'll also let me know when you're getting too stressed and need calming down. So, you need to stay calm.' The fingers moved over to her other nipple, Charlotte steeling herself, breathing as deeply as she could, trying to ignore the pain as her other nipple was pinched. The collar buzzed but didn't sting, as Emma twisted her fingers, wrenching at the flesh.

She grunted in pain, the collar snapping at her neck again, making her yelp in pain, fighting to suck in air. She managed to find the air to speak her hands flailing, trying to push Emma away, managing to get her to let go and move back.

'Sorry, but it's the easiest way to test. Well, that or a vibrator, but that is more dangerous for you.'

The pain from the collar faded away, but it took long seconds until there was a clicking hiss from her headgear, the valve opening further, letting her breath properly.

'The mask is another protection for you. If you are in danger of being over-stimulated, then the air will cut down. It won't harm you but will hopefully reduce the sensation. More forceful interventions can be used, but hopefully we won't have to resort to them.' A hand patted her on the shoulder. 'I will need to conduct some other tests on you.'

'Get this thing off!' Charlotte tugged at the helmet, the edge of it pressed tightly against her face, not allowing any air in. How was it attached? She couldn't feel any buckles, the straps running smoothly into the mask without any clear way to get it off, sealed plastic lumps along the straps.

'I can release it, but I need to finish testing you first. You did agree to this, and it is for your own good.'

Charlotte kept pulling on the mask, trying to shift it, but without any success. The valve whirred.

'You're getting stressed again, and so it'll pick up on that. If you don't calm down, then...'

There was a snap of electricity, only weak, but with the promise of intensifying. Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to feel calm. It would be better if she could at least see! Emma shifted around, moving onto the bed, mattress compressing beneath her weight.

'Remove your clothing, then lie down, on your front, and breath. As deeply as you can.'

The valve was still limiting her air, making "calm" hard to achieve! Without being able to get the thing off, she obeyed, Emma's fingers helping her with the buttons, until she was stripped down to her bra and chastity belt, then lying on the bed, her head turned so she could still breath, as much as the mask allowed.

'I'm going to touch you, find where you're most sensitive. Try to control your reactions, if you can.'

She could feel her crotch tingling, although the mattress was too soft to grind against, especially with the belt on. Emma straddled her, and then started to massage her, hands kneading Charlotte's shoulders. Despite the circumstances, it was a good massage, the woman talented, the collar not activating, valve releasing enough to let her breath properly. She relaxed, sagging and sinking against the mattress. Maybe it would be worth it, if she could get a massage this good every time she got stressed? At least if it wasn't for the belt!

Emma's hands stopped kneading her. There was a metallic tinkling sound, and then something cold and pointed touched the base of her spine. She shivered, pointed pinpricks moving up her back, rolling towards her neck. Emma pressed whatever-it-was down harder, the rolling pinpricks becoming a point of pain, the thing scraping down. She tensed in pain, the valve adjusting, a warning buzz from the collar.

She tried to make herself relax, the shock only a small one this time. Then the rolling, needling thing crawled over other parts of her body. When it run across her back again, starting from one hip and angling upwards, she gave an uncontrollable twitch as her nerves were pressed. It pushed against her shoulders, finding the soft points at the base of the spine, the backs of her knees. When it ran against the soles of her feet, she couldn't help but kick her legs, trying to shake the sensation off. A hand grasped her ankle, the metal spikes pushing harder, then replaced by fingers, lightly tickling her bare soles. She kicked and wriggled but couldn't escape, the tickling coaxing laughter from her. She could hear Emma giggle as well, before repeating the process with the other foot.

After a few brushes with Emma's fingers, she was giggling and laughing again. Her breath was growing short, and then the collar snapped at her. With laughter rippling through her, she couldn't properly control her breathing, and she didn't want to accidentally kick Emma. Fingers then run down her flanks, stroking and tickling her hips, up her ribs, making her convulse and writhe. She hadn't been tickled since she was a child! The sheer lack of control might have been relaxing if it wasn't for the collar, biting and snarling at her neck, and the mask, valve clicking closed, making her fight for breath.