Karen – Chastity Resort by MonsterP63

Karen – Chastity Resort by MonsterP63

The Beach

They opened their hotel room door, looking exhausted after the long flight, the bus ride, and all the trouble they had at the airport, then stopped dead, looking straight ahead.

They dropped their suitcases and ran to the balcony, suddenly happy and full of energy from looking at the wonderful view of the beach and the sea.

“Oh, damn! I want to go for a dip, like, right now!” said Karen.

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Sandra, her girlfriend, quickly opening the briefcases while stripping down to what Mother Nature gave them as a birthday suit, to put on their newest bikinis. Giggling, they ran downstairs and outside, running on the sandy beach until they reached the warm water of the ocean. Karen was the first to dive in, plunging forward, quickly followed by Sandra, screaming with joy.

They swam some distance before poking their head out of the water, stunned by the fact that they were over 50m from the edge of the water and the water was only waist deep.

“That beach is even better than in the brochures!”

Suddenly, Karen gave a hard slap in the water, splashing Sandra who looked at her stunned, water running down her face.

“What the hell?” she asked.

“Oh, sorry,” said Karen, giggling, “there was a… hum… mosquito.”

“Yeah, right!” said Sandra, giving a harder splash, aiming very well at Karen. “Oh, sorry. That was a wasp on your shoulder.”

Within seconds, they were splashing each other, laughing, running in the water toward the sandy beach, which they reached, panting and happy as anyone could be in such a paradize.

They gave each other a wet (by all means…) kiss, their hair dripping water, dancing on their feet to counteract the hot sun burning the sand.

At the same time, they noticed people around them, some in long chairs, some walking, some sitting on a towel, and other in the water, which was of no importance and nothing exceptional, after all they were at a beach resort, but some of them were wearing latex swimsuits and bikinis. Another one was in a full wetsuit enjoying being cooked by the sun. A little farther, a woman was walking out of the water sporting a leopard print spandex catsuit. There was even a couple, the woman wearing what looked like a leather swimsuit, or most probably, some faux-leather things, and the man was softly rocking in a tight hogtie on the beach towel.

Well, there was a reason they chose that resort! Karen and Sandra looked at each other, smiling. No words were needed. They knew what they wanted. Holding hands, they ran back to their room, searching through their luggage. Soon, the sound of steel clinging together was heard.

“Remember the face that the security agent made when he opened that suitcase?” said Karen while putting the steel bra over her chest.

“I will never forget it. She never saw a chastity belt before!” answered Sandra, giggling.

“Well, to her defense, she was new and had never heard of that resort. She’s in for a surprise, for a lot of surprises, from what I can see,”

The two women looked at each other. They were naked, sort of, except for their bikini. A very special bikini. A steel bikini: chastity belts and bras.

“So, ready?” asked Sandra.

“Absolutely, let’s go… Oh wait,” said Karen, stopping her momentum to leave and coming back to the suitcase. “Better protect the locks from the sand.” she said, handing plastic caps to Sandra and placing hers into the key opening of the belts.

They have been told that beach sand could clog the key channel and make the belt unremovable, so they have found those plastic inserts that seal the keyholes. They would be safe with them.

They headed back to the beach. They saw many people smiling at them and not the frowning they were expecting. The mistress, or the one wearing a faux leather tank swimsuit, flagged them.

“It’s entirely your choice but it’s risky to go in the sand with those on. Sand could clog the locks,” she said in a relatively soft voice, considering her squirming… submissive beside her.

“Oh, we took care of it,” said Karen, showing the plastic cap.

“Oh, that’s good, then, but be careful not to lose them! Best of luck and foremost, best of fun!”

They thanked her and headed for the water. Swimming, diving, running, were all new experiences with that heavy steel on their body. Sitting on the sandy beach felt strange and arousing at the same time. The sand was creating some abrasion around the crotch area but nothing they couldn’t take care of with a little bit of water.

Since their arrival had been in the afternoon, it wasn’t long before it was dinner time, so they headed back to their room to change to something more classy for dinner.

“Will you pass me the keys when you’re done Karen, please?”

“Keys? Why? You have the keys. I was waiting for you to finish,” said Karen.

“What? No, YOU have the keys. I put them on the table for you to take.”

“I… I didn’t take them. I thought you put them there for you to pick them up.”

They looked at each other’s eyes, trying to figure out which one was pranking the other, then they looked at their locked belts, then looked at each other again, and burst out laughing."

“We left the keys at home!!” they both said at the same time.

“What are we gonna do?” asked Sandra. “We can’t spend two full weeks in chastity belts, and think about the trouble of going through the metal detectors at the airport to come back.”

“Oh, I know. I’ll call my mom,” said Karen, " and ask her to FedEx us the keys."

“Yeah, right. Hey, Mom, we left our chastity belt keys on the kitchen table this morning. Can you send them over?” said Sandra, sarcastically.

“Nah, no need to tell them what they’re for. Let me handle that,” said Karen picking up her phone and using a message center app. “Hey Mom, I left the keys for my suitcase on the kitchen counter. Could you DHL them to us please?”

After a few minutes of arguing that she really needed them and that she had no alternatives, her mom finally gave in and agreed to send the keys ASAP.

“Thanks to the time zones, the DHL office home is still open so they will be leaving today. We should have them in 3 days.”

“So, three days locked in, without any toys, just you, me, the beach, and this bed.” said Sandra, sparkles in her eyes. “This could be fun.”

Evening Dress

“Soooo…” said Karen, stretching it, “do we still go to the formal dinner tonight?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Well, you know we have rather tight-fitting dresses and… this will show.”

“Honestly, I doubt it would raise any questions. We went out in the open with them on. They will see it and figure out that we still have them on. No big deal,” said Sandra, taking her own red spandex dress from her suitcase. They had been in such a hurry to get to the beach, they didn’t even unpack.

Karen picked her dress, the same cut but black. They had a scoop neck and long sleeves. They added some steel bracelets, put on some high heels, black platform shoes for Karen, and red wedge sandals for Sandra.

They looked at themselves in the mirror. Their steel was OBVIOUS! The chain of the chastity bra could be made up through the tight spandex, and the same for the chastity belt where the bulge was unmistakable. Karen was a little self-conscious but Sandra didn’t mind.

“In fifteen minutes, it will be all forgotten. Coming?” she said, opening the door.

Karen took a deep breath to gain some self-confidence and they headed out. From behind the sight was stunning, seeing those slim bodies, those firm behinds, molded by the tight slightly shiny spandex, their hips moving sensually to accommodate the high heels as they walked arms in arms down the corridor.

They headed downstairs, to the ballroom of the resort, passing the reception area. Oh, yes, people turned their heads, some smiling, some perplexed before smiling, but nobody pointed a finger. Well, their outfit was even soft compared with others in full latex gowns and tuxedos, others were more classic. Karen and Sandra were pretty much in the middle of the pack. One thing that draws their attention is that man, sporting a tweed sports jacket over a white latex shirt, vinyl leggings and high-heeled boots.

They sat at their reserved table and ordered some appetizers while saluting the other guests with a nod. In the main scene, a group of spandex, leather and latex-clad people were playing some jazz.

Suddenly their fetish song played. Karen and Sandra looked at each other and, without a word, got up and almost ran to the dance floor to have the time of their life.

They danced for a few more songs, enjoying the music, the atmosphere and secretly loving their steel which was gently rubbing on their crotches, arousing them, and with them knowing perfectly that they couldn’t do anything to ‘cool off’ made them even hornier. They were almost floating on their heels on the dance floor.

They came back to their table after a few songs to have a few sips of their drinks while the hors-d’oeuvre was brought in.

They went to one more dance before the main course was served, letting out a little yelp as they sat down. The main dish was almost done when a very cute and classy gentleman walked to them, wearing a very well-cut 3-piece suit and tie, all made out of latex.

“Hello ladies, how are you enjoying your stay so far?” he asked.

“Absolutely lovely.” said Sandra.

“We just got in this afternoon.” added Karen.

“Oh, that explains why I haven’t seen you before this evening. Well, welcome to the Fantasy Resort, ladies. Let me introduce myself: I am Derek. I am the manager of the resort. If you have any problems with anything, you come to me.” he said, with a large smile.,

“So far, we have nothing to complain about.” said Sandra, smiling.

“If you allow me to say, you both look stunning tonight.” he added.

“Thank you.” said Karen, blushing.

“And you seem to like steel.”

“Yes.” giggled Karen. “The thing is that we for…”

“Yes, we love wearing out steel,” cut-in Sandra. “Does that pose a problem?”

“A problem?” he asked, stunned by the question. “Look around, look at me. This poses no problem at all. If I may ask, how long is your stay?”

“Two weeks,” Karen quickly answered then saw Sandra’s grin. She shouldn’t have given this kind of information to a stranger, even if he claims to be the manager.

“Perfect. You’ll be here next Friday then. I was about to ask if you knew about the contest.”

“Uh… what contest?” asked Karen.

“The KKQW - The Kinky King and Queen of the Week contest.”

“No, we haven’t. How about it?” asked Sandra, suddenly eager for the stranger to either prove or disprove himself.

“It’s simple. Anybody can enter and everybody votes. When you enter, you are given a 60% discount on everything from our resort’s shops. Then, you simply wear what you want, do what you do and people will take note and vote. The so-called ‘couple’ wins the grand prize.”

“Which is?” asked Karen.

“What you are wearing at the time of the crowning. Bought here, of course,” he added with a smile.

“Of course,” said Karen and Sandra in one voice. “How do you do it? Is there some registration fee or something?”

“No. No fee whatsoever. You sign in through the KKQW app on your phone and that’s it. Just scan the QR code right here on that card or on any of the posters and you’ll have all the details.” he said, pointing to the card resting on the table and gesturing toward a few large posters announcing the contest, plastered on the walls of the ballroom.

“Oh, well, thank you very much, Derek. We’ll look into that.” said Sandra, aiming her cellphone to the QR code.

They read the rules while dessert was served. After a small chat, with a devilish smile, they looked at each other with defiant eyes and signed in for the contest.

“May the best win.” said Sandra.

“Or the bitchiest…” said Karen with a devilish smile.

After dessert, more music was played by a different group, playing more popular and dancing songs, so that both girls stayed for the evening.

They noticed Derek coming and going at some tables, seemingly taking measurements, then he came to them.

“Good evening again, ladies. I saw that you entered the contest?” he politely asked.

“Yes, we did,” said Karen.

“Perfect. I would need your neck size,” he said, taking his seamstress measuring tape and taking Karen’s neck measurement.

“Say, I was wondering: do we have some kind of badge or something we wear so that people know we are part of the contest?” asked Sandra.

“Yes, absolutely. That’s what those measurements are for. You will be fitted with an unremovable steel collar for the duration of the contest. It has the crest of the resort engraved on it as well as a QR code for the rebates, and also that people can scan to vote.” he added with a smile. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, cool,” said Karen while he was gone, “a steel collar will go well with our steel accessories.”

“Agreed. Oh, he’s already back,” said Sandra, smiling.

“There you go ladies, let me help you with it,” he said, wrapping Karen’s neck with a 3cm wide steel collar, and fastening it with a screw.

“Uh… I think I have the wrong one. It’s rather tight,” said Karen as he removed his hex key from the collar.

“Feels a little too tight? Annoying but not causing any problems otherwise?”

“Euh… N… No.” said Karen, moving her neck. “but a little uncomfortable.”

“Then it’s the perfect fit. If I may…” he said, opening the other collar for Sandra.

“Why make it uncomfortable?” asked Sandra as he fastened the tight collar around her neck. She grinned as she stretched her neck to get used to it.

“Because that way real kinksters will appreciate it. That’s to remove the show-off from the competition. We want real kinksters. And since we started to do that, about half of the so-called kinksters drop off before the end. However, seeing you move in that steel already, I have no doubts you’ll wear it through the contest.”

“Oh, believe me, we’ll go to the end,” said Karen, rubbing her new collar, feeling how tight it was, having a little bit of doubts about her own affirmation.

“Very well ladies. Have a lovely week.” he said, looking at his phone. “Ah… Table 14… Hello sir, how are you doing?” he said, heading for that man in vinyl leggings and jeans, adding a collar shortly after.

They danced and drank most of the night, stopping only when the orchestra stopped at 02:00! They then headed for their room, taking off their spandex dress and heels and taking a long shower, together, still locked in steel. Into MORE steel.

They gently caressed their belts, bras and new collars while kissing and teasing each other, before heading to bed.

The Shop

They were sleeping in the spoon position, Karen being the big spoon. She was gently caressing her lover’s… steel breasts, while her belt was slightly rubbing against Sandra’s. That was weird and arousing at the same time. Karen reached with her hand and grabbed her butt, gently squishing it. They giggled.

As they slowly got up and sat on the bed, they stretched their necks.

“That collar is annoying… but in a good way,” said Karen. “I sort of like it.”

“Probably not as much as you do but I can cope with it,” said Sandra, trying to turn it to see if there was a better fit.

“What’s today’s plans?” asked Karen, getting up and doing some stretching. The red marks of her steel bra and belt were visible.

“Geesh… I don’t know, Valerie… We are standing in a hotel room on a beach resort. How about… going to the beach sounds?” said Sandra, giggling.

“We should get some swimsuits first, you know,” said Karen.

“Well, you really need your morning tea to think straight, don’t you?” said Sandra, knocking on Karen’s steel bra. “We’re locked in until tomorrow, remember?”

“Yeah, I do, duh…” said Karen, smiling. “I mean, maybe get some latex swimsuits to put OVER them. People seemed to like what we did yesterday with our dresses. Why not continue this way?”

“Oh… Well, I’m the one who feels my brain is still sleepy. Yeah, good idea. Let’s go see what’s in that shop, and with 60% off, we can splurge more!”

Not having to dress was weird. They could simply get up and walk out, which is what they did. The store was accessible from the hotel lobby. Some people looked at them and at least three came to scan their collars. They would get some votes at least.

They entered the store and were struck by the strong smell of rubber. They looked around for what they were coming for. A young woman with shoulder-length curly red hair walked from the back.

“Hello, ladies. Can I help you with anything?” she said, pulling a little on her tight purple latex dress, strutting casually on wedge platform heels sandals.

“We’re looking for swimsuits,” said Karen.

“Of course. This way, please,” said the saleslady pointing to an area of the rather large boutique. “Are you looking for classic spandex or something else?”

“What do you have?” asked Sandra.

“Many choices. The classic quick-dry spandex, thicker spandex, stretch cotton blends, latex, PVC, faux leather, plastic, canvas… Are you ladies looking for one-pieces?”

“Hum… no. Bikinis,” said Karen, “and latex.”

“Absolutely,” said the saleslady, taking a small yellow latex bikini from the rack. “How is this?”

“Oh, no,” giggled Karen. “We want to cover these.” She said, gently tapping on her steel cups.

“Uh… I see.” She said, putting the yellow bikini back in its place, and picking up a black more bulkier latex item. “We have this model we call the sporty because it offers more support. As you can see, it has large shoulder straps as well as large back straps, and the slip is also a lot larger. I cannot guarantee it will cover all of it but it should cover most of it.” she said as Karen already extended a hand to take it.

“Oh! Latex and it’s my color! I want to try it.” She said, taking it off its support. “The good thing is that I don’t have to get into one of those crampy dressing rooms.” she added with a grin.

She took the latex slip and put it on, stretching it over her chastity belt.

“Impressive. I like it. Now the top.” she said, pulling it over her head. She needed help from Sandra to put it in place on her back. “How does it look?” she asked, turning around.

Sandra was looking with a smile.

“Fits good. We see the bump of the back chain but it hides most of the shoulder chains. I’d say it’s very acceptable.”

“Wow. I didn’t expect to find something like that so quickly. Thank you…”

“Valerie. My name is Valerie,” said the saleslady. “How about you? What is your color?”

“It’s red, you know… Not flashy red but a good red.” Said Sandra.

“Oh… I only have bright colors in latex, you know, red, pink, green, orange, purple, stuff like that,” said Valerie. Is there one color you would like to try?

“Well, I’m not really into bright colors.” Said Sandra, looking at the choices offered.

“I do have deeper red in PVC, if it’s okay for you.”

“PVC Would be perfect. Yes. Show me.” said Sandra, smiling, sticking her tongue out at Karen.

“What’s that for? I thought you liked latex.”

“Yes, I like latex but this is a contest. If we’re just copies of each other, what’s the use? I want to be different!” she said as she reached the rack with Valerie.

Quickly, the red PVC sporty bikini was covering her chastity bra and belt.

“I’ll take it!” she said.

“Will this be all? Do you need accessories? Footwear? Sunscreen?” asked Valerie.

They bought some sunscreen and paid for them all after Valerie had scanned their collar for the rebate. “I’m putting them on your room number. Is that okay?”

“Sure, perfect.” they answered in a single voice.

“Oh wait!” said Karen. “Those are gorgeous!” She said, leaving Sandra behind and almost running to the bondage display, taking a pair of heavy chrome shackles in her hand. “And heavy! I love them!” she said, putting one around her wrist, then extending an arm to show it to Sandra, like someone would show a bracelet or a watch. “What do you think?”

“That is sure a lot of steel,” said Sandra as she removed it from Karen’s wrist and weighed it. “Damn, that’s heavy.”

“Yes. They are high-end devices made by a Swedish company. Also… very expensive.” said Valerie, tapping on the price tag on the shelf.

“Bah, that’s not suc… Oh! OH! Damn!” said Karen, taking the cuffs from Sandra’s hands and gently putting them back on the shelf as if they were made out of crystal."

“Why do you… oh…” said Sandra, also noticing the hefty price tag. “And at that price, they don’t even lock?”

“Oh, yes, they do, here.” said Valerie, showing the keyless/magnetic key and the sliding lock. “Smooth finish, precision made. They are worth their price.”

“Yeah, but my bank account does not agree,” said Karen.

“Hum… okay.” Said Sandra, winking at Karen in an ‘I got an idea’ smile. “What is the return policy on those? Seven days? Thirty?”

“Yeah… I know what you’re thinking. Buy them, use them for the contest, and then return them afterward if you don’t win. Yes, we can do that but they have to be returned in pristine condition and the lease time is only 24 hours. Any scratch and you have to buy them.”

“Uh… Forget it, then. How about those?” she said, pointing to another set of steel cuffs, much smaller and lighter.

Valerie gave her the pricing and soon after, they were walking out with a complete set, wrists and ankles, that Karen was already wearing.

They headed out directly to the beach. Karen was extending her arms to see the sun reflect out of her new steel jewelry, also hoping to attract attention and some votes!

They spent the day relaxing on the beach, in long chairs, under a large sunshade. People walked by them, scanning their QR codes.

“I believe we will have quite a few votes,” said Sandra as the last couple that scanned their collar walked away.

“And I think they can transfer or copy the codes to other people. I saw a couple that scanned us talk to another couple, pointing at us then they got their phones together and seemed to nod in agreement as if the QR transfer had worked. I think we have many votes.”

“We have to keep it up,” said Sandra, removing her PVC top to reveal her steel bra.

Karen did a double-take.

“Are you trying to outshine me? No way!” said Karen, removing her latex top AND bottom.

They went a few more times for a dip into the warm water of the bay before heading back to the resort for dinner.

They went to the bar so that their… swimsuit was accepted, had a few drinks with a few entrees as a meal before heading back to their rooms. Upon passing the reception, they were called.

“Miss Karen?” said the man behind the counter.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Can you show me your hotel card so I can confirm your identity?”

“Uh… yes… Why?” she asked as she produced the card.

“Very good, Miss Karen. We just received this package for you.” he said, handing her a yellow and red envelope.

“THE KEYS!” they said in one voice.

“Oh thank you. We were expecting them only tomorrow. Doesn’t matter. Thank you!” said Karen, grabbing Sandra’s hand and heading for the bedroom.

The Un-belting

They almost ran into the room, holding hands, Sandra pulling on Karen.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” she said as she turned around, swung Karen around and pushed her on her back on the bed.

Karen let herself fly and land on the bed, on her back, giggling, arms and legs spread. She quickly recomposed herself and reached for her belt lock but Sandra grabbed her hands and quickly pulled the key away.

“Uh… Not so fast. We have to… savor it,” said Sandra with a devilish smile Karen had never seen before.

Sandra gently climbed on Karen, slowly moving on all four, brushing her knees against Karen’s things. She stretched and reached for the drawer of the nightstand. Karen heard some metal clinging then she felt something being clipped on her left wrist cuff and a slight pull as it was linked to the ring on the corner post of the bed. (Well, this is a fantasy resort, so… the bedrooms are well-equipped…)

Slowly, Sandra switched sides as Karen gently squirmed, pulling on the linked wrist, feeling the restraint.

Click, click. There, Her arms were now secured on each corner of the large bed. Sandra then slowly let herself slip off the foot of the bed, grabbing Karen’s ankles and, while gently spreading her legs, linked them to the foot corners of the bed, putting her into a very tight and spread-out position.

“Well, you got new steel accessories. Better use it.”

“How did you know there were links in the nightstand?”

“I didn’t,” said Sandra, raising her eyebrows. “Lucky guess. I mean, if they provide rings to tie up someone, I would figure that they provided the hardware to use them. But that’s not important. THIS is important.”

Smiling, she gently began to draw her fingers on the inside of Karen’s legs, almost scratching her nails on her inner calf before gently rubbing it. Then, as she moved upward, she continued her scratching/caresses on Karen’s inner thighs and outer thighs, rising up to her waist, creating ticklish sensations.

Karen reacted. She was ticklish and it showed. Instinctively, she tried to move away but she was restrained and she only managed to move her hips a little from side to side, as Sandra gently tortured her more, reaching her armpits.

Karen was giggling and screaming at the same time. Stuck in her restraints, feeling them stop her trying to get free, it turned her on. To shut her up, Sandra locked her lips against hers for a passionate kiss, which worked, calming Karen down. But it made her hornier!

Sandra gently slid down and took the keys, removing the breast cups lock. Karen let out a sigh of relief when the tightness of the steel bra was released. Red rings could be seen where the cups were meeting the skin.

Sandra pushed the steel cups away and began to massage Karen’s breasts, slowly, softly, while crouching down over her to reach her mouth, to keep giving her passionate kisses while her hands were working her breasts.

After a few moments like that, Sandra removed her own chastity bra and now, they were breasts to breasts, moaning, kissing, Sandra massaging Karen’s as well as her own breasts.

Slowly, she slid downward, reaching the hips. Slowly, almost toying with Karen, she unlocked the chastity belt and sensually took it away.

Karen was pushing her hips forward. She was so much in need! She wanted to, and Sandra knew it.

She used her nails to draw little circles around Karen’s crotch, spiraling inward slowly, circling her opening. She blew a little on it before teasing it more with her fingers.

Karen was moaning, slowly moving her hips, trying to match Sandra’s teasing.

Then, Sandra made it as if she was about to give Karen’s crotch a hard slap. She tensed herself, her eyes went wide and then, Sandra reached for the sides of her waist and started to tickle her hard! Like we do to a cat!

And like we do to a cat, Karen wanted to scratch Sandra, to bite her, out of love, but the restraints prevented her. She could only scream, giggle and pull on her bonds, making her hotter with every pull.

“What…. is… this…for?” managed to stutter Karen, between two screams, still twisting like the devil in holy water.

“That was for forgetting the keys.” coldly said Sandra, giving another go at the tickling before stopping dead, letting Karen “hang” there, suddenly not tickled anymore but still unable to move much.

She reached for her suitcase and retrieved a good-sized gel-like dildo, making Karen’s eyes go wide.

“What the heck is that?” she asked as she saw the new device getting closer.

“My new monster. You’ll love it!” she said, pouring lubricating gel on it and getting back on the bed, kneeling, and approaching the slimy device to Karen’s crotch.

Karen tried to move away, giggling. Oh, it wasn’t too large, but the soft gel look and the lubricant over it made it look like a large slimy worm.

Sandra played with it, or rather with Karen, a little, rubbing it all over her crotch, even going on her stomach, putting it inside her belly button, then going back to her crotch, inserting it just a little and wiggling it around, then pushing it deeper before removing it, and pushing it again.

Karen was moaning and pulling hard on her bounds. And the more she pulled, the more she liked it. Each pull, feeling each limb being locked into position was creating mini orgasms.

Sandra played with the dildo and then inserted it fully inside Karen before slowly stepping off the mattress.

“Wh..What are you doing? Where are you going?” asked Karen.

Sandra didn’t answer. She simply removed her own chastity belt, then reached for her suitcase again, producing an identical dildo.

“I want my share of pleasure too, you know?” she said, putting lubricant on the toy and climbing back on the bed.

She pulled on Karen’s dildo then brought her dildo over, touching them and twisting until they locked. It had become a double-ended dildo. Karen laughed.

“Of course. Why didn’t I think of that.” she said, giggling, as Sandra slowly got back on her and began to stroke the dildo, or dildos, both feeling its presence, its movements.

Sandra raised herself up slightly, resting on her elbows and reached for Karen’s armpits. She knew she was very, very ticklish and she knew exactly what to do.

Immediately, Karen began to twitch, to move, to jerk, from one side to the other, moving her legs, moving her hips, making the toys move in unpredictable ways.

Sandra was enjoying everything: Karen’s reaction and the dildo’s jerky movements, as the orgasm was gradually but surely building up, heading for something big.

Karen had slipped into another world. The tickling made her brain short-circuit while the movements of the large dildo inside her were filling her whole body with pleasure waves. The more she moved, the more restrained she felt, the more the pleasure grew.

One of Sandra’s hands let go of the tickling to squish Karen’s breasts as well as her own. She laid down fully on Karen and they kissed passionately.

The connection between the two loving souls was perfect and Sandra could feel Karen’s orgasm build up and thus, she timed her own orgasm with hers.

In a loud low-pitched scream, coming from inside their guts, inside their bodies, the orgasm engulfed them, Karen pulled as hard as she could on her restraints, boosting the orgasm. Sandra felt the straining muscles, adding to her pleasure. Sandra rocked her hips back and forth, screwing both women at the same time, pushing the orgasm deeper, making it last longer, stronger as they kissed, trying to share what they were experiencing in their own ways.

Slowly, very slowly, the orgasm subsided and Sandra stopped moving. Only Karen was still trying to kick some pleasure by moving her hips up and down, under Sandra’s weight, still lying over her.

Panting, Sandra slowly turned to her side, pulling out the dildo at the same time. She was smiling. She reached for Karen’s breast and kissed it.

“What about me?” asked Karen.

“There you go,” said Sandra, reaching for Karen’s mouth and giving her a longer kiss before letting herself drop down, her head resting over Karen’s shoulder, her arms still well stretched and tied up.

“That was… something.” managed to say Karen, between two breaths.

“Yes. Something is the word.” said Sandra before bursting out laughing.

She got up and took the huge double-end dildo in her hand.

“Oh… oops,” she said.

“What for?”

“I forgot to turn it on.” she said, pushing some hidden switch and the two ends began to twist in opposite directions.

“Oh shit! M… Maybe later but… not now, please.” said Karen.

“Not maybe later. Surely later!” said Sandra as she switched it off.

Day Three

They were cuddling in bed, the sun barely over the horizon, its bright rays warming the room.

“What do we do today?” asked.

“Geesh… I haven’t planned anything. Oh, I have an idea! We can go to the beach!” said Sandra, smiling.

“Oh, great idea… smartass.” said Karen, giggling. “What I mean is that we’re out of our steel now… well, almost,” she said, shaking her wrist showing that she was still wearing the steel cuffs. “Do we simply dress up like we were yesterday or do we try something else?”

“We should try something else,” said Sandra, gently tapping on Karen’s steel collar. “If we want to win the contest, we must do something to outdo the others.”

“I think we should go back to the shop, you know, for inspiration,” said Karen.

A short time later, they entered the boutique sporting their “sporty” latex swimsuits and nothing else.

Valerie was there to welcome them. She was wearing a halter short dress, thigh-high wedge platform boots and, around her neck, a ballgag. Sandra made a smirk while pointing at it.

“You should wear something like that. You know you are quite noisy in bed, right?”

Karen blushed.

“Shhh! You don’t need to tell her that, and not tell it that loudly,” she said.

Valerie smiled but acted like she heard nothing.

“Are you looking for different swimsuits? I noticed that you don’t have your steel hardware today, so you might be looking for a more classic bikini?” asked Valerie, picking a classic two-piece floral spandex swimsuit.

“We don’t know yet. We’re looking for ideas.” said Karen.

“And… which model is the most effective?” said Sandra, pointing at Karen’s gag.

“Oh, definitely the panel gag,” said Valerie, immediately walking to the bondage section of the store and picking up a set of leather straps. “It looks heavy but is fully customizable. It could be worn with the simple neck strap, or with the full head harness, leaving it well secured and locked on someone’s head.”

“Wow! Looks extreme,” said Sandra as Karen simply looked without adding a word.

“Yes. Actually… we are out of the simple models. The ONLY one I have left is that one, which is the top of the line with an inflatable gag and breathing tube.” she said, taking the small pump attached to one of the tubes protruding out of where the mouth would be and giving it a few squeezes, showing how the penis shaped bladder would inflate inside someone’s mouth. “Totally effective, and with this tube, could be worn for an extended amount of time because although it is a breathing tube, it goes to the mouth and could be used to feed someone locked in it.” said Valerie from her best saleswoman voice.

“I…” began Karen, waving a hand to reject it.

“I’ll take it!” cut-in Sandra with a large smile, turning to Karen “And you’re going to wear it!”

“Uh! We’ll see about that,” sternly answered Karen. “Okay,” she continued with a softer voice “How about our… outfit of the day? Do you have something to suggest?” she asked Valerie.

“It’s really up to you, you know. Do you intend to spend your full day at the beach?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Why?”

“Well, right now, it’s pretty windy but they forecast calm seas in about two hours and they are pretty precise with those forecasts. May I suggest full body protection?” said Valerie, showing a full-body nylon stocking.

“A full body stocking? What for?”

“For the black cloud.”

Sandra waved her off.

“Come on, Karen. She’s just trying to push some sales on us.”

“But… I want to know…” tried to say Karen but Sandra hushed her out.

“We’ll go to the beach as is and put on sunscreen.”

“Uh… okay,” said Karen, walking along.

There were already a lot of people at the beach. They managed to find free chairs and noticed, as they looked around, that many people had that full body stocking, other thicker spandex suits and even one or two in latex.

“What the fuck?” thought Karen.

They put on some sunscreen and enjoyed the sun, taking a dip from time to time to cool off. Otherwise, they were relaxing, reading, browsing the internet, in short, procrastinating. And enjoying the simple life.

They suddenly realized that the wind had died down. The sea was now dead silent with very little waves. The water of the lagoon was effectively still, reflecting the blue sky.

Everything was calm, quiet. Almost too quiet. Eerie. People around them were staring offshore, in the distance.

“What is that?” mumbled Sandra, looking at the sea and witnessing that foam layer approaching. It was as if the water was boiling.

“The black cloud.” said a man lying near them, sporting a semi-transparent oily-looking nylon full-body stocking.

“The what?” asked Karen.

“The Black Cloud. What actually made this resort kinky friendly!” he said, pulling a nylon hood over his head.

“What is that black cloud?” asked Karen turning to Sandra who could only shudder while staring at that foam layer coming closer. And just over that foam layer, a cloud of something. A black cloud.

Around them, people who were in swimsuits, like they were, got up and left the beach in a hurry, leaving only a few half-naked people, looking at each other, puzzled.

They saw some coming to the beach, wearing full catsuits, from nylon stocking to spandex, to PVC, latex, and leather!

The cloud was approaching at an incredible speed, like a shark swimming fast but it was as large as the bay. A 100m wide shark!

As the foam got closer, it appeared to change, looking more like boiling water, as if that black cloud was making it boil, then it became clear that it wasn’t foam or boiling water but fish, jumping out of the water like crazy. But for what? For the black cloud? What the hell is that black cloud?

“Ouch!… oh. Ouch!” said Karen, slapping her forearm, then her thigh. “Ouch. Damn. Mosquitos… Ouch! And they are large and bite hard.”

Sandra had begun that slapping dance too and they realized what that black cloud was: bugs. Zillions and zillions of bugs. And the boiling water was fishes caught in a feeding frenzy, trying to catch as many flies as they could.

The fishes were eating the bugs and the bugs were having a feast… on the uncovered humans. Sandra and Karen being their targets of choice!

They got up and ran away, arms whipping the air, trying to slap away as many bugs as they could, running as fast as they could in the soft sand, heading for the shop.

They entered, their nose twitching at a strong chemical smell. They witnessed the bugs that had entered with her, make a long diving spiral to end up on the ground.

“Sorry for the smell but I do not allow bugs in my boutique. So, ladies… looking for something that covers the whole body?” said Valerie, producing again the full-body stocking.

“That’s an acceptable suggestion,” said Sandra, taking the suit off Valerie’s hand to have a closer look.

“Fuck that,” said Karen after a single touch. “Those bugs are NASTY! I want something sturdier… like THIS!” she said, picking up a red latex catsuit. They will NEVER bite through this, right?" she said, sort of asking Valerie for support.

“Well, if a simple nylon mesh does the work, a full latex will definitely work. Let’s see if I have it in your size. Is black the color you’re looking for or it was just an example?

“No. I want it black. I want everything black!” she said, almost yelling, then realizing what she was doing, her voice changed to a much lower, friendly voice. “I… I like black…” she said, blushing and giggling.

“And I’ll take a red one, if you have it, please,” added Sandra.

“Right. One red and one green, right? Oh sorry… BLACK.” said Valerie, giggling, glancing at Karen who was slightly blushing. “Red should be your color, tho.”

Sandra snorted, trying to hide her laugh. Karen got ‘burned’… red.

Valerie took the suit off the rack and Karen literally tore it off her hand.

“As all our latex,” began Valerie, “the suits have been chlorinated, meaning that very little, if any, lubricant is needed to put them on, so… err… Karen? Wouldn’t you want to go to a changing room and remove your swimsuit first?”

“Fuck those bugs. If I need 2 layers there, so be it! I don’t want any more bites!” she said, pulling on the legs to get her feet down to the attached sock.

“Hum… okay,” said Valerie. “How about you? Let’s see… ah. Here it is. Is that the red you’re looking for?” she asked Sandra, showing a medium red suit.

“Perfect! I… I will go to the changing booth, tho.” said Sandra, glancing at Karen struggling to put her other leg in it.

“Sure thing,” said Valerie, directing Sandra to a changing booth.

When she turned to Karen, the suit was up, her arms were inside the sleeves down to the attached gloves but she was struggling with the back zipper.

“I’ll give you a hand with that,” said Valerie, quickly reaching Karen and pulling on the back zipper, stretching the suit tight around her body.

She let out a moan as she was engulfed in rubber.

“Problem?”

“Kind of…” said Karen “This is…arousing. I don’t know exactly what it is but, the smell, the feeling, the tightness, being engulfed in rubber, toes to fingers… I really like it.” she said, as she gently rubbed her new shiny skin, thighs, waist, arms, breasts. “Damn, I’m so horny right now,” she said, reaching down for her crotch.

“Can you help me with the back zipper too?” said Sandra from the changing booth.

Valerie quickly complied and Sandra walked out of the booth with her new shiny red skin. They look at each other.

“Stunning!” they said in one voice.

“And… for the head and face?” asked Sandra.

“You can go with a spandex hood which will cover everything.”

“Latex. What do you have in latex,” asked Karen, still rubbing her body.

“Well, you can’t breathe or see under latex so, there are eyes and mouth openings. For bug protection, I suggest a spandex hood.” said Valerie. “Or we have these with micro-perforation, which are very tiny holes but I can’t guarantee that bugs won’t find a way in.

“Really? How about… THESE!” said Karen, pointing at a row of heavy-looking masks on the wall.

“Well, yes, of course, gas masks are an option,” said Valerie, heading for the display while grabbing a black rubber garment on her way.

Karen immediately took one of the heaviest ones with tiny eyeports and a huge filter.

“That one! They will never get through… what the heck is that?” she asked, pointing at a large lump of rubber inside the gasmask.

“The built-in gag.”

“Oh please, YES! I’M PAYING!!” quickly cut in Sandra as Valerie was coming.

Valerie gave the lump of red rubber to Karen.

“Hood.” she simply said.

Karen quickly put the hood over her head, aligning the eyes and mouth holes then she grabbed the gasmask.

“I… I am not so sure anymore,” she said, looking at the large penis-shaped gag inside of it.”

“You’ll be just fine,” said Sandra, taking the gasmask and gently applying it over Karen’s face, pushing the huge gag inside her mouth.

Karen complained and tried to ease it off but instead, Sandra quickly tightened the straps. “Oh! They can be locked? Please, hand me the padlocks!”

“Whoophhgg? Ghnooo!” was faintly heard through the thick gasmask as the straps were locked on.

“Oh. But now the contest collar is hidden by the collar of the hood.” said Sandra, “and we can’t take it off.”

“I can,” said Valerie.

“But… I thought you said that only Derek had the key.”

“I lied because I didn’t want to be asked about it all the time. The collar needs to be removed for a lot of clothes so I need the key. However, there’s a small timer inside it and the time it is removed is calculated. It can’t be taken off more than 2 minutes per day, meaning an average of two times sixty seconds, enough to put on a hood and take it off. That’s it. Ready?” she said, producing the key.

In less than fifteen seconds, Karen’s contest steel collar was removed, the hood smoothed down over her neck and the collar put back in place. A similar procedure was used on Sandra, after which, the hood collars were smoothed down under their catsuits.

They had it charged to their room, put back their wedge platform sandals and headed for the door. They stopped as they opened it.

“Wh…where are the bugs?” asked Sandra, looking away at a calm sea but no black cloud.

“Oh, it lasts only about 20 minutes. It might come back but it’s usually a one-time event when the wind dies.”

“So… all that for nothing?” asked Sandra, thinking that it was not exactly ‘for nothing’. After all, Karen would finally shut up.

“Think about the contest,” said Valerie with a wink. “And although the Black Cloud isn’t there anymore, those bugs are still flying around, just not as a swarm. Have a nice day!” she said, waving them goodbye as more customers walked in.

They walked back to their spot on the beach. Many guests were still wearing their full catsuits, others were coming back from their rooms, wearing swimsuits.

They went to the water, feeling it, for the first time, through full latex skin. That was weird and quite interesting. They could feel the temperature of the water. Their brain knew it was water, but their skin was only feeling the latex.

They swam together, playing with each other, brushing against each other, feeling their soft rubber skin glide. They were feeling the touch and at the same time, not feeling the touch.

Out of the water, everything was fine, but in the water, Karen’s gas mask was causing issues. The filter would clog with water and she would have problems breathing, blowing hard to push the water out first, then breathing in, also sucking some water still in the filter cartridge then blowing hard again.

Strangely, that breathing challenge aroused her. Well, almost.

She had gestured to Sandra a few times to take the gasmask off but the answer was always the same:

“I like the silence.”

Well, it wasn’t hard for Valerie to find a solution. Yes, the straps were locked but they were straps. Rubber straps. A good strong stretch and…

She waited to be in the water, plunging away from Sandra, and while under, she grabbed the straps and with one swift move, helped with the water acting as a lubricant, she pulled the gas mask off.

“Ah! Freedom at last!!” yelled Karen.

“Ah, fuck!” said Sandra, laughing. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way so that won’t happen again.”

They spent the rest of the day in their rubbers, Karen putting on and taking off the gasmask almost at will. They even went to lunch AND dinner in full gear, but once the meal was over, Sandra removed the locks from the gasmask before handing it to Karen.

“Here, put it back on now.”

“Well, duh!” said Karen, not understanding why it would be easier to put on without the padlocks. The adjustments were the same.

“Now, let me put the padlock back on,” said Sandra, getting up, walking behind the sitting Karen, then grabbing the straps and pulling them hard, very hard, almost to the last notch, before quickly putting back the padlocks.

Karen protested but it was too late.

“Now, take it off!” she said.

Karen tried again and again but the straps, this time, were simply too tight. The mask wasn’t as comfortable tho, squishing her face, the eyeports pressed against her eyebrows but Sandra was right: it was there to stay.

“Let’s go take a walk on the beach by the sunset.” said Sandra, taking Karen’s hand and leading her outside.

The scenery was wonderful and the setting sun was reflecting out of their shiny catsuits. Sandra placed herself just behind Karen and began to gently caress her, inviting her to kneel on the beach, at the edge of the water. They were getting splashed by gentle water, sometimes covering them, other times simply licking them, bringing the warm water feeling through their latex coating.

That was so wonderful!

Soon, they were caressing each other, their hands heading for each other’s crotch and breasts. They were effectively making love, on the beach, wearing full-body condoms!

Thursday

They were passing the boutique as Valerie was opening it. She smiled as they saw both of them, still in full rubber, walking hand in hand. Karen was gasmask-free.

“Heading for the beach again?” she asked.

“Scuba diving, actually.”

“This early? It means that this is the coral reef dive, right?”

“Yes, it is!” said Karen. “Can’t wait to see that colorful coral reef. We saw it from the air when we came in and it looked stupendous!”

“Oh, yes, it is, but… you’re not going like that, aren’t you?”

“Well… yes,” said Sandra, looking down at her outfit. “I admit that wedge heels are not probably the right footwear but I assumed they would provide fins at the boat.”

“Oh, yes, all the gear is provided and with the warm water, although not recommended, one could go in a bikini but… not in those latex catsuits.” said Valerie.

“Why? I mean, neoprene, latex… except for the thickness, it’s very similar, right?” asked Karen.

“Exactly that, Valerie. Thickness. Those suits are fun and perfect for the beach but corals are abrasive. One brush against one and you rip that suit open!”

“Oh. Do you mean that we have to wear wetsuits? Can we put it on over this suit? I sort of like it there.” said Karen.

“No, not really, it would be a hassle to put on the wetsuit over it. But we offer coral reef-rated latex catsuits.”

“What a surprise…” said Sandra, deadpan.

“Do you want to have a look? You have plenty of time, the boat doesn’t leave for the next hour.”

Valerie opened the store and they followed in. She went immediately for a rack holding very heavy rubber suits. She searched through a few and came up with two, one pink and one black.

“Sorry, I don’t have red in your size but that’s the closest color. Why don’t you go try it on.” she said, handing them their suit.

“Ha, ha! Very funny joke,” said Karen, flipping the suit over and over, as Sandra was doing something similar. “Okay, you can show us the real suits now.”

“I don’t understand. Those are the real suits.”

“Ah, come on, Valerie. Don’t you think we didn’t notice that there’s no zipper on those?” said Sandra.

“I know. Those are neck-entry catsuits.”

“Neck entry… Get lost. No way anybody can put this thing on through that opening,” said Sandra, putting her hands inside the collar and stretching it… and stretching it… “I’ll be damned! Really? I mean… really?”

“Yes, really.” said Valerie. “But since those are very thick, you need help putting it on and taking it off. To prevent any uncomfortable spots, I recommend you take off your zippered catsuits.

They headed for the changing booth. A lot of slapping, cursing, of “ouchs” were heard as they helped each other to put on the heavy rubber garment, coating them from the toes to the fingertips.

“Wow! That thing is really comfortable,” said Karen.

“Yeah, amazing.” said Sandra, gently rubbing her hips with her gloved hands, feeling how tight and thick the suit was. “I really like how it feels.”

“And they will look good with the lead weight belt.”

“Ah, yes, the led weight belt…” said Sandra, rubbing her waist.

“Anyway, girls, you should hurry or you’ll miss the boat. GO!”

They ran to the pier where people were getting on the boat. The captain and other passengers didn’t make a fuss about what they were wearing although most of the other passengers were in full neoprene wetsuits, or thick spandex rash guards.

The boat took off and while it was heading for the diving area, a safety briefing was given, as well as the equipment. Both of them were PADI certified but for this dive, they had chosen snorkel diving as they intended at sightseeing around. After all, they were wearing latex and not a neoprene wetsuit. A lead-weight belt and fins were given to them. They were given the choice of two styles of fins: the standard ones and the heavy ones, the heavy ones reaching just below the knees, like a long boot, but rigid boot, their feet kept pointing down. They noticed that those who chose that style of fins were crawling on the deck of the boat, unable to walk in them.

Sandra chose the standard one while Karen wanted to try the rigid model. As she was crawling on the deck, she noticed very few divers, those very experienced ones with full scuba training, also crawling on the deck with one single fin, like a mermaid. At least two had full mermaid outfits that seemed to be made of neoprene and latex. The only things “non-mermaids” like were the air tanks and the diving mask.

The boat stopped, the captain gave his final instructions and everybody jumped into the water or… let themselves slip in it, head first, like Valerie.

She and Sandra swam side by side. Karen really enjoyed her rigid fins. They quickly realized why there weren’t a lot of latex catsuits amidst the divers: the lead belt kept slipping down, and they had to either constantly hold it or tighten it.

They enjoyed their dive and they found their suit extremely comfortable: no pinching, no tugging. They constantly felt the pressure of the rubber, the pull of it with every move, which only contributed to making them hotter!

Karen really enjoyed her rigid fins. To her, they felt like boots. High heel boots. And she liked it.

They head back to the resort after a wonderful and long day of diving, satisfied but exhausted. As they passed by the boutique, Valerie was closing it.

“Hey, hello ladies. How was your diving day?” she asked.

“Wonderful. That latex skin was a blast!” said Sandra, rubbing her latex-encased arm.

“Yes, fantastic, except for the lead weight.” said Karen.

“The lead weight? How come?” asked Valerie.

“They kept slipping down. We had to tighten it constantly or hold it.” said Sandra, mimicking the gestures.

“Hey!” suddenly said Karen, eyes wide. “Do you think our chastity belt and bra would do the trick? They are heavy. And I can add my steel cuffs too!”

“Geesh. I’m not sure,” said Valerie. “You will need to ask the captain of the boat for that.”

“I’ll go right away,” said Karen, turning around.

“Forget it,” said Valerie. “As soon as he’s out of the boat, he heads into the bar and to his bed to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s in early. You can catch him at the pier usually by 05:00”.

“Uh. Okay. Will do, thanks,” said Sandra grabbing Karen along.

“Are you nuts? You want to wear your steel to dive?” she asked, stunned.

“Hey… it will be fun… and more!” said Karen with sparks in her eyes.

The Right Diving Equipment

“Ah shit!” said Karen from the bedroom.

“What’s up?” mumbled Sandra from the bathroom while brushing her teeth.

“It won’t fit.”

“What won’t fit?” asked Sandra while walking out.

She saw Karen walking out of the room, in full latex and struggling to fasten her chastity belt.

“I can’t close it. That rubber suit is too thick.”

“Or your belt is too tight. Just loosen it.”

“Can’t.” said Karen, showing the adjustment. “I bought it so that at its widest, it was the perfect fit. If I gained weight it wouldn’t fit… It was my best challenge to stay fit, but now… damn! I so wanted to wear it over that suit to go diving.”

“Well, you already have some steel on, I mean you have your wrists and ankle cuffs. The lead belt will surely be less bulky as it will need less weight.”

“Yeah… Oh! I know. Valerie! She must have a solution. Why not a corset or something like that? I’m sure she’ll have something to offer.”

“You want to wear a corset to go diving?”

“Well… we don’t breathe underwater much, don’t we? We hold our breath, so what’s the big deal?”

“But it compresses your lungs…” began to say Sandra, but Karen, who knew better, cut her off.

“Duh! A corset compresses the stomach. Not the lungs. Come on! We can catch the captain, ask him if it’s okay with the chastity belt and then go see Valerie for a solution.” said Karen, fetching her chastity bra at the same time.

“Seriously?… Uh… okay. It’s your choice, after all,” said Sandra coming along.

They reached the boat and, right as Valerie had said it, the captain was there.

“Hello ladies,” he said in his gruff voice, “The ship isn’t due to depart before 08:30, sharp.”

“Yes, we know,” said Karen, all excited, producing her belt and the bra. “We just want to know if this could be worn in place of those ugly lead belts, along with my cuffs here,” she said, raising a leg and bending a wrist to show her shiny steel cuffs.

“Ugrr… Most of the buoyancy comes from the torso, so I don’t know if those bracelets would do the trick and, although it might help, I doubt that… that… is that steel panties? I don’t want to know, you weirdos do what you like, I just want to be out at sea… Anyways, I doubt that they will be heavy enough but, be my guess to try it.”

“Cool!” said Karen, turning around and heading for Valerie’s store, Sandra in tow.

“It means that you can get rid of your cuffs… if you want.” She said. “You’re sure you want to go diving in your belt?”

“Yes, I do.

Again, they got there as Valerie was opening the store. That day, she was wearing a full, very shiny blue spandex catsuit and ballet heels booties. She looked at Karen holding her chastity belt in her hands.

“So, I assume the answer was no?”

“In fact, he doesn’t care but I have a problem.” she said, wrapping it around her waist to demonstrate the gap to close them. “I need some sort of corset or something.”

“Well, a corset sure would do but to go diving? You do know corsets bring shortness of breath, right?”

“Don’t be silly. Corset constricts the stomach, not the lungs.” said Karen, sure of herself.

“Yes, you’re right,” said Valerie, “it pushes the organs of the stomach around: stomach, intestine, liver, kidneys, bladder… and where do you think these things move?”

“They get squished.”

“The softer ones, yes, but the others are pushed around and mainly go up… against the lungs,” said Valerie, showing the movement on her own body. “Your breathing gets impaired.”

Karen just pondered for a moment.

“I want to wear my belt to go diving. I’ll deal with… with… whatever.” she said, stomping her foot down.

Sandra and Valerie looked at her, stunned. She sounded like a 5-year-old. Sandra giggled.

“Where the hell did that come from? I never saw you act childish like that before.”

Karen didn’t answer. She simply spotted the corset rack and headed for it. She picked the first corset she saw.

“How about this one?”

“How about something completely different? How much reduction do you need? Two cm? Four?”

“How… how about 10?”

“TEN?” asked Sandra and Valerie in one voice.

“Ten? Really Karen? Are you fucking serious?” asked Sandra

“I don’t think I… oh, wait. Let me go check something.” said Valerie, walking to the back of the store. She came back holding a plastic bag with something rather heavy and red in it.

“That was a special order that the customer never picked up. I think it should fit you and it has a built-in corset,” she said, unpacking the item, revealing a very heavy black, neck entry catsuit and a very thin waist.

She proceeded to loosen the corset while Karen was drooling just looking at it.

“You’re gonna need help from the both of us to get into that thing.” said Valerie, directing them to the changing booth which, hopefully, was large enough to accommodate the three of them.

Karen stripped down, revealing that she had her latex sporty swimsuit under her catsuit, which made Sandra frown, then as he lifted a leg to feed it into the neck, Sandra was shocked and Valerie pulled the suit away.

“What the fu… You put on toys?” she said, as she pointed at the visible outline of the dildos from the latex panties.

“Hey! I want to have fun, that’s all.” said Karen.

“Well, you will have to take those off, as well as your swimsuit, at least, the bottom.

“What? Oh, come on. A girl can have a little fun while on vacation, can’t she?”

“Oh, absolutely but… this suit has built-in toys, controlled through an app, and is made for long-term wear with a urethra tube.” said Valerie as she managed to show the toys through the neck opening.

“Oh! Really?” said Sandra, stunned.

“I… uh… damn… and I thought… and the app?”

“Well, of course, you can have it on your phone but it’s more fun if, you know… someone else is in control.” said Valerie with a grin, looking at Sandra who responded with an equal devilish grin.

“Well we have to see if you’ll fit in first before going further with the app and stuff, don’t we?” said Valerie, pulling hard on the legs to make them go over the knees, feeding Karen’s feet down into the attached toe socks.

With a lot of rubbing and pulling, the collar of the suit was finally up to Karen’s waist. They were pulling and smoothing the legs as they pulled the bulk of the suit upward, bringing the toys closer to her crotch.

She began to squirm as they reached her crotch, trying to direct them to the right holes and the right place. She grunted as she pushed them inside, feeling the rubbing of the dildo and the large bulge of the butt plug go through their respective holes.

She wasn’t talking. She was swearing and smiling, liking it but anxious at the same time at how tight that thing was and with those attached things, it was another experience.

Sandra and Valerie both took the collar to stretch it and pull it up while Karen pulled her arms inside, through the again very tight sleeves as the collar was pulled over her shoulders. Karen was speechless, already feeling her waist, her chest, damn, her whole body being highly compressed by the tight rubbery garment.

“Oh, damn! This is really tight. I like it.” she said, brushing her latex-coated fingers over her breasts, down to her waist and hips, feeling the total latex enclosure. “I think it’s perfect just as is,” she said, feeling how thin her waist was. “I can try the belt now.”

“What? No fucking way!” said Sandra, panting after the effort of getting Karen into that thing. “You wanted your waist reduction, you’re gonna get it. I’m assuming that the corset hasn’t been tightened, right?” she asked, looking at Valerie.

“No. This is just the tightness of the latex. See at the back, those two steel strands? That’s the corset tightening mechanism. I have this little motor here that I will hook to the wires and… There it goes,” she said as she put the device over the wires and pushed the button. The device, the size of a cell phone but 3cm thick, began to make a whirling sound and they could see Karen’s waist getting squished.

“Oh my gosh!” said Karen, putting her hands at her waist. “That’s good… Hum… okay… That’s enough… You can stop now…” she was saying as her waist became tighter and tighter, and her breathing shallower.

“No. Can’t do, Karen. The device will stop when it reaches the end, then it will automatically crimp and cut the wire.

“Crimp the wire? So, this is a one-time suit?” asked Sandra as the device continued to compress Karen’s waist.

“No. To release it, you cut it and you attach a new one that will be fed through the suit as the old one is pulled out. You have 10 wires with the suit, after that, you will have to acquire more directly from the manufacturer. The instruction booklet will tell you all about it,” she said, pointing at the USB key at the bottom of the bag.

Karen was speechless as the winding stopped and a snapping sound was heard. Valerie removed the tightening device, revealing just a hind of the cable through a tiny hole at the back of the suit.

“Okay, let’s put that belt on now… Damn! We have to tighten it a lot! Well, what would you know? 10 cm!” said Sandra as she fitted the newly adjusted belt over Karen’s crushed waist.

She had also made the crotch strap a little tighter, which pushed harder on her toys, pushing them deeper inside. She moaned. They added the chastity bra and tightened it as tight as the belt was. It made only her moan louder. With every step, with every move, she moaned, which annoyed Sandra.

“You wouldn’t have something to shut her off, wouldn’t you?”

“We have plenty of gags,” said Valerie, " and you still have the gag-gasmask combo, right?”

“Yes, but the straps being rubber, even with the locks, she manages to take it off, and it wouldn’t be good for full scuba diving.

Valerie had a devilish smile.

“I’ll be right back. I guess whoever ordered this thing was thinking about Karen. It’s the same customer!” she said as she walked behind the privacy curtains to come back with a large box.

She opened it, revealing a full latex hood and an attached gasmask. The snout portion had a port where a diving regulator could be attached. And the inside of the gasmask had a very large inflatable gag.

“Oh, my gawd! This is PERFECT. Don’t you think, Karen?” said Sandra, holding the device in front of her.

Karen had mixed feelings. This was a very heavy garment with a lot of restrictions. Already, she had doubts she could go snorkel diving with the suit and her belt, even less with that heavy hood/gas mask combo.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Well, let’s try it on, shall we?” said Sandra, with an almost devilish grin.

“Wait,” said Valerie, “there’s a contest rule you should know about. This is the last day. On this day only, I can take off the contest collar only once. If I take it off another time, you are disqualified from the contest. It means that if she put that hood on, she has to keep it on until tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning? But isn’t the contest at midnight?” asked Karen.

“Yes, but per the rules, the winner, to prove its worthiness, must keep everything on for at least eight hours after being crowned the winner, so until about 08:00 the next morning. Are you ready for that? There’s no turning back and I can’t keep the collar off long enough for you to have a real feeling of it. That is a very heavy setup, Karen. Think about it.”

“Yes, think about it, Karen.” added Sandra, a little concerned.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment and thought about the consequences. The tight feeling of the current suit was overwhelming. She liked it. No, she loved it! She wanted more. She wanted the restriction. She didn’t know why but yes, she wanted it and having to wear that for twenty-four hours or so was arousing as hell!

She took a deep breath.

“Yes, go for it.”

Valerie looked at Sandra to have a second opinion, but she shrugged. It was Karen’s decision and predicament, after all.

The contest collar was removed and they quickly pulled the gas mask/hood over Karen’s head, feeding the very large yoke under the collar of the suit. She felt engulfed in rubber. It wasn’t a hood with an open face over which the gasmask was fitted. No, it was a full hood with eye holes. The nose holes and breathing holes were part of the gasmask, and she had to cope with that large lump of rubber.

Valerie attached the pump for the gag on the gasmask and looked at Sandra.

“Warning. This is a one-time shot. The moment you take the pump off the mask, she’s set for until she is released.” said Valerie.

“Contest rules?” asked Sandra.

“Yes and no. Once the pump is removed, the only way to deflate it is through a small button from the INSIDE of the gasmask, meaning the hood has to be unzipped, meaning…”

“Removing the collar and thus voiding the contest. Got it. Do you understand, Karen?”

Karen nodded yes. Damn, just that head movement, her neck stiffed by the heavy rubber, feeling the weight of the gas mask over her head was arousing. She gestured that she would take the pump in her hands and control the inflation. Sandra and Valerie agreed that this was the best decision she had made for the whole morning!

Karen took the pump and began to slowly inflate it, more and more. She felt the bladder inflate in her mouth, feeling it, pushing her tongue down, pushing her cheeks out. She pumped and pumped until it reached the back of her throat, making her choke, and then she deflated it to a more acceptable feeling. She tried to chew on it, to get used to it. Damn, the feeling of that rubber feeling in her mouth was better than any hard plastic ball gags!

“You can walk around while everything settles down. Do you want to put your wedge sandals back on?” asked Valerie.

Karen nodded no and pointed at Valerie’s ballet boots.

“You want ballet boots?” asked a stunned Sandra.

Karen nodded a definitive yes.

Valerie shuddered, walked to the boot display and took a pair of ballet booties. Karen had already sat down and was ready. The booties were tightly laced on her feet and they helped Karen get up and stand on them.

She was unsteady and they held her as she made her first steps in the extreme footwear. After five or six steps, she let them go and walked, still a little wobbly but nonetheless, very steady for a first-time wearer.

“You’re very impressive, Karen. It took me three days to get that level of steadiness.” said Valerie.

Karen gave her two thumbs up then made a gesture, making an “O” with her left-hand index and thumb, then a “U” with her right-hand index and thumb and applying the tip of the “U” to the “O”, repeatedly

“I’m not sure I understand,” said Sandra, looking at Valerie who seemed to be as puzzled.

Karen then walked to the cuffs rack and pointed at a padlock, gesturing the same manner and pointing at her boots.

“You… You want a padlock on the boots?” asked Sandra.

Karen nodded a clear yes.

“I can do that. You’re sure about it?” asked Valerie.

Again, a clear YES nod from Karen.

Valerie took two small padlocks and applied them to the top lacing holes of the booties, locking them in place.

“But… you won’t be able to put fins on for diving, unless you plan of not going.”

Valerie waved her hands in front of her as in a “don’t worry, I have it figured out” way.

They headed back to the counter where Valerie added everything, with a large discount on the suit since it had a large deposit on it already.

“Oh, the gag pump. Do you intend to keep it hanging to bypass the contest rules?” asked Valerie.

Karen froze for a moment. She had completely forgotten about the pump and the gag was quite comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. She took the pump and hesitated for a moment before giving it a gentle squeeze, feeling the bladder inflate inside her already full mouth, under Sandra’s wide eyes. Then she removed the pump and handed it to Valerie.

“Oh shit! We’re gonna have to run if we don’t want to miss the boat!” exclaimed Sandra.

Dive Number Two

They arrived just in time. Karen got a lot of stares as she got on the boat, and quite a few scanned her collar. More votes! Yay!!

The captain looked at her nodding his disbelief and went on to pilot the boat out to sea. During that time, people were fitted with fins.

“I’m afraid that the only fins that will fit over those locked ballet boots are the mermaid fins,” said an assistant, looking at Karen. She nodded yes.

“She’s gagged… Yeah, it’s extreme, but that’s the way she wanted it. I guess getting the mermaid fin was her goal, she hadn’t stopped talking about it since yesterday’s dive.”

“Oh, okay then. Mermaid fin it is.” said the assistant as people took pictures and scanned her collar and Sandra’s for coping with someone so extreme.

The boat reached its destination.

“You’re gonna have to take the gas mask off to dive,” said the assistant.

“Nope, it stays. It’s made for this purpose.” said Sandra, showing the regulator attachment and fixing it to Karen’s gasmask per Valerie’s instructions.

“I’ll be damned!” said the assistant. “Nonetheless, I’ll take a close watch on you.” he said as he helped her slide across the deck and into the water.

She took a few moments to check her buoyancy and, per pure chance, she had enough steel to be just fine!

The first time she put her face down in the water was a little panicky. Her head was tightly encased in rubber, her hearing was impaired, her head movements were impaired. Her breathing was shortened by the corset, her legs were tied together by the mermaid fin, and the toys, although inactive, were quite disturbing.

Slowly, she swam away, under the watchful eyes of Sandra and the assistant.

“She does that often?” he asked.

“First time. I am stunned myself.” answered Sandra.

Valerie was in her own little world. Her legs bound together to swim brought another dimension to her setup. The very thick and tight latex catsuit was adding another strange feeling all over her body, and her head encased in the tight hood, her mouth filled with the inflatable gag, her face encased in a gasmask, all of it made her feel like an astronaut on another planet.

And she liked it.

She was letting herself float, resting and catching her short breath before plunging head down toward the coral reef. It was fun. A lot of fun. She was twisting like a dolphin (or is it like a mermaid) and practically lost control of her swimming and ended up at the bottom of the ocean, dragging along, lifting up a lot of silt, much to the dismay of the other divers.

She quickly regained control, sort of, and tried to swim correctly but, maybe it was the mermaid fin, maybe it was her ballet heels, maybe it was the tight suit, maybe it was the toys, or the weight distribution of her steel, she ended up on the seafloor quite a few times. Each time, she hoped that the brushing of the sand against her suit would not damage it.

Finally, after an hour of exhausting swimming and an empty air tank, she headed back to the boat. She wanted a little bit of rest, all her twisting and swimming, fighting the tight rubber as well as the corset proved exhausting. Sandra was also tired and felt that she wasted her time chasing her to make sure she was okay.

“I’m going back in the water. WITHOUT YOU now. I want to enjoy the coral reef.” she said, seemingly pissed off.

Karen could not understand why Sandra was so pissed off at her. What did she do? She never noticed that Sandra followed her all along, watching her.

After about half an hour, Karen was ready to get down again but she had to wait for Sandra. She finally showed up but instead of greeting her, Karen pushed herself back in the water even before Sandra was fully back on the ship.

“Hey! Wait! I have to get new air tanks!”. But Karen was gone. “Okay, little brat. You want to play hard, let’s play hard.” she said as she took her phone.

Karen was happily swimming on the surface, looking down at the coral reef and its wonderful colors, with swarms of colorful fishes swimming around. She was easily breathing through the regulator attachment, although with short breaths, thanks to the corset. She was floating on the surface, looking below, searching for a nice spot to go see. She was about to give a strong kick of her mermaid tail when a tornado fired on her crotch. She screamed although no sound was produced, as the toys fired.

Oh damn! She was expecting some pleasure but nothing like that!

That was insane. Immediately, she was turned on. She grabbed her crotch but was literally locked away. She couldn’t do anything, not touch it, not move it, not even feel it with her hands! She was slowly sinking, twisting, her mind off diving completely. Some divers rushed to help her, sure she had some sort of diving incident. She was able to regain control and signal to them that she was okay.

She had to swim back to the boat. Getting aroused by the toys while underwater was not fun. Well, it was fun, but she would create a panic wave amongst the other divers if they saw her acting strange.

On the boat, Sandra was watching her, giggling. As soon as she touched the part of the deck that was underwater, she fired the toys again. Karen rolled herself into a ball. A nearby diver was alerted by her reaction and quickly got to her.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked.

“She’s fine. I’m just controlling some toys she has on.” said Sandra, showing her phone.

“That’s quite dangerous,” said the man.

“I know, that’s why she’s right next to the boat and why I am right here with her too. Don’t worry, we have things under control.”

“Wait!” said a woman nearby. “You mean to tell me she has sex toys that you activate through your phone? While diving?”

“Yep!” said Sandra, smiling and giving it a go, laughing at Karen’s reaction.

The woman looked at the man who just tried to help Karen.

“I want toys too!”

Sandra noticed at that moment that the woman was also wearing a latex catsuit.

Karen was totally unaware of what was going on around her. She was in her own little world, getting teased, tormented, aroused in what felt like zero gravity. That was almost like an out-of-body experience.

The vibrations and the humping stopped. It took Valerie a few seconds to realize where she was and what was happening. She pokes her head out of the water to see Sandra getting ready with a new set of tanks. A few moments later, they were both underwater, and Sandra had a surprise for Valerie.

The woman asked Sandra if she would follow her underwater to tease her.

“I can’t. It’s controlled by phone and it’s not dive-ready.” answered Sandra.

The woman had a large smile, went to her stuff and produced a waterproof phone case that fit Sandra’s phone. She handed it to her but as soon as Sandra was about to grab it, she pulled it back.

“One condition: I want to know all about it.”

Sandra told her that she didn’t know much as it was a special order that was never picked up at the resort fetish store.

“I’ll have a talk with Valerie. Thank you,” said the woman, handing the case. “You keep it.”

So, Sandra joined Karen underwater and they swam side by side to the coral reef. Sandra let Karen take the lead while she stood back and reached for the phone.

Suddenly, Karen went wide-eyed as the humping began. She turned to Sandra to see her holding her phone… underwater! At the same time, the teasing increased and she quickly lost control, letting herself fall down while curling in the fetal position, her breath short and fast.

Sandra waved off a few divers about to reach for Karen, showing her phone. Some understood, others didn’t but in the end, they were left alone.

The orgasm grew. The zero-gravity feeling, the tight rubber, the legs bound in the mermaid fin, all added to bring her to climax like never before.

She screamed as her head was filled with the fallout of the nuclear explosion happening at her crotch. She threw herself backward, stretching her arms and instinctively wanted to spread her legs, but they remained very well restrained in the mermaid fin, increasing the power of the orgasm. The pleasure wave ran throughout her body as the toys increased in power as if to extract the last little bit of orgasmic pleasure from it before slowing down as Sandra reached for her and grabbed her by the harness to gently lead her back toward the surface.

It was time to go back to the resort.

Karen barely realized that she was pulled out of the water, her mermaid fin removed and installed comfortably while Sandra was still looking at her vitals through the app. She had to answer a lot of questions and more QR code scans were produced. For both of them! She was still experiencing the aftermath of that orgasm. Her nipples were still very sensitive, pressed against the tight latex catsuit but inaccessible, thanks to her chastity bra… which was doing its job, as well as her belt.

She was pretty back to herself when the boat docked at the resort, people looking at her struggle in her ballet boots on the soft sand of the beach.

The Contest

Sandra was wearing a wonderful purple latex dress with a tightly corseted waist for the buffet dinner before the contest. Karen would be eating her choice of food blended into a paste and fed by a large syringe through her over-inflated gag. Oh, she had the choice to take the gag off, but it implied taking the gas mask-hood off, which would make her lose a lot of points, if not being disqualified for the contest. Remember, the morning outfit had to be worn the whole day and eight hours after winning.

Then it was the contest finals. The five finalists were brought on stage. There was Karen, Sandra, that guy named Pete, and two other contestants, in full latex and corset. One of them was in thigh-high ballet boots and Sandra felt she would be one to beat as she did most of her activities in full gear, for the whole week!

Karen was the heaviest equipped of the bunch although Pete was a close match, with also a gas mask hiding a ballgag, corsets and high heels boots although not ballet heels.

“Okay,” said Derek, wearing a full latex tuxedo, standing on stage with the five finalists.

“In position number three: Sandra” said Derek as Sandra did a small reverence to acknowledge the prize.

“Second place: Kathy!”

The woman with the thigh-high ballet boots made a step forward and took a bow.

Sandra and Karen were puzzled as well as Pete. There was only one place left and both of them were quite heavily set up. How come one of them would be in 4th or 5th place? Something was wrong.

“And for first place… and this is a first,” said Derek as the total of votes was displayed on the screen, “we have a tie: Karen and Pete!” (hey, I want to win too, you know?)

The crowd applauded. Yes, they were in fact the heaviest of the bunch, heck, they were the heaviest geared-up in the history of the contest.

“Okay, what do you suggest we do now?” asked Derek. “We have to have only one winner.”

“Heads of tail!” yelled someone.

“Jell-o fight!” yelled another.

A slew of ideas was suggested, all more silly than the others.

“A bondage contest!” yelled someone.

“Oh, I like that. What do you have in mind?”

“They get tied up for eight hours. The first one to give up, loses.” said the man who suggested it.

“Yeah, I like the idea but… bondage… How?”

“Let them choose. If it’s lame they admit defeat right there and now.” suggested the woman from the boat.

“Hum… okay. What would be for you, Pete?” asked Derek.

Since he was gagged, the man gestured to make himself understood.

“The… seat… oh! The Bondage chair, is that right?” That is quite restrictive and could work for eight hours. And how about you, Karen?

Karen began making signs and Sandra tried to interpret them.

“Cross… Uh… Frame… Un… X… X frame.” said Sandra, looking at Karen to make sure.

“Wonderfully tough for eight hours. X frame it is.”

“X frame? Are you fucking serious?” asked Sandra, looking at Karen who gently nodded. Yes, that was her choice.

The devices were brought in. Pete was installed in the bondage chair, a device that looked like a steel spider. He was heavily strapped down, from the toes of his boots to her hands, helt spread open by some holding devices, and his head was held firmly by a rubber mesh stretched against his face and fixed to the headrest. He couldn’t move at all, not the head, not the body, not the legs, not even a finger!

The X-frame looked almost lame compared to Pete’s rigid setup, but on it, Karen would be a lot less comfortable than sitting down. She would be stretched, arms in the air, most of her weight supported by her chastity belt hung by straps on the side D-rings.

And she loved it. They both loved it. And they were left there, on the stage, as the party went on. They could hear the music, they could even be seen trying to… dance, especially Karen until someone spotted Sandra using the app.

“Well, nothing prevents teasing, right? I’m sure that Pete is getting teased as well. Look at him squirm. That’s not… dancing.”

And it became obvious that both of them had remote-controlled toys. Karen didn’t care. She was, again, in her own world, experiencing the teasing and the resulting orgasms like never before. She just wishes she could cope with eight hours of it!

Fortunately, around 03:00, most people had left, including Sandra who took time to shut down the app before leaving, allowing her to doze off somehow.

It was weird, falling asleep and awakening a few moments later to realize what predicament you are in. Weird and arousing.

She had been sleeping, sort of, for about half an hour when the toys woke her up. She opened her eyes and was expecting to see Sandra but it was that woman from the dive boat.

“Ah! Got it! Now, I am in control and I want to see what this suit has to offer before I order one for myself,” said the woman, experiencing the controls.

That had woken up Pete (assuming he was sleeping), but he couldn’t see anything as he was blindfolded. He could only hear the results and what he was hearing was giggles from the woman accompanied with faint wimpings from Karen.

Karen pulled hard against her restraints, which only aroused her even more. The woman was playing with all the possible configurations and features, some Karen was experiencing for the first time. Those toys could do almost everything. It wasn’t long before she had her first orgasm, which was totally awesome, severely tied as she was. The more she squirmed, the more the pleasure increased. The woman seemed to take a devilish pleasure in teasing and denying Karen before letting her have a go at it, until a door opened.

“Christine? What are you doing?” said the voice of a man.

The woman quickly hid her phone away but the toys were on Hi and Karen was squirming hard, and the buzzing sound could be heard from a distance in the now empty ballroom.

“Are you trying to get her to quit?” said the man who was with her on the dive boat.

“That suit is worth five thousand dollars! If she wins, it’s hers. I want it, and I’m gonna get it cheap because it’s used. Let me handle this.” she said, pulling her phone out.

Karen squirmed as another orgasm engulfed her. She couldn’t take those non-stop orgasms for too long. She would have to ask to be let out.

“That’s cheating, Christine.”

“No, it’s not. It.. it’s… planned failure.”

“And it’s enough!” said another man’s voice.

The couple turned around to see Derek accompanied by Sandra, holding her phone and calling the toys off.

“How did you…” asked the woman.

“The app kept giving me notifications that the toys were active and I wanted to check what was going on, so I got Derek to allow me to enter the room,” said Sandra.

“Something you did without permission.” added Derek, pointing his finger at the woman.

Sandra didn’t follow what was said between Derek and the couple. Her main concern was Karen.

“How are you doing? Are you okay? Do you want out?”

It took Karen a few moments to return to reality. She was in the middle of an orgasm when the toys turned totally off and it was a weird feeling. She made a small no sign of the head.

“You’re sure? Give me a strong yes-not if you want to stay on the frame.” said Sandra, firmly.

Karen nodded yes. Firmly.

“I guess she’s good to go,” said Sandra to Derek.

“Sure? Are you sure you’re okay? This never happened before… we would have to decide what we do if you decide to get out, but I’m sure we could find something fair and…”

Karen nodded a firm no. She didn’t want to get out. She was fine and she would go on. Only a few more hours.

To everyone’s surprise, Pete called it quits half an hour before the end of the challenge. He blamed it on pressure points. His setup was too tight, but he was the one to blame as he asked for it to be that tight, even though he was advised not to. Karen was declared the winner.

“I guess you’re eager to get out of this, right?” asked Sandra. “Okay, let’s go.”

She took the key and tried to get the chastity belt off, but the key wouldn’t enter the lock.

“What the fu…”? she said as Derek was trying to remove the contest collar.

“Weird, my key doesn’t fit. It turns but doesn’t seem to grab onto the screw.” he said.

Karen tried to remove the chastity bra and faced the same problem. The cuffs? Same. The key wouldn’t go in.

“It’s like there’s something in the locks,” said Derek. “You didn’t roll on the sandy beach, didn’t you?”

“No, we spent the day diving at the coral reef. I didn’t have any problems removing my gear yesterday night,” said Sandra.

“Was there a lot of silt in the water?” asked Derek.

“Well, Karen swam on the bottom a few times. She picked up some silt but not that much.”

“That could be it,” said Derek, looking closely at the chastity belt lock. “Yes, I can see them, particles of coral dust.”

“And that’s bad?” asked Sandra.

“Well, the coral is mostly calcium carbonate. Add the salt of the water and the fine dust that makes the bottom of the sea around the coral reef and you have the perfect lock-clogging paste, especially if you leave it there for a few hours. Let me try a few things,” said Derek.

He tried different solvents and lubricants but all the locks stayed… locked. By this time, even Valerie had been involved in trying to find a solution.

“We have to take the plane back home Sunday morning.”

“She won’t pass security dressed like that, especially with her face hidden.”

“But… we have to get back home.”

Valerie smiled.

“I may have a solution.

Shipping

“Cargo? Shipping her cargo? Are you fucking serious?” asked Derek.

“It’s the only solution and I know a few kinkies who did it two years ago. In fact, the woman arrived and departed as cargo. I think I have everything that is needed to pack her up safely.”

“We should ask Karen. After all, she will be the one shipped cargo,” said Sandra.

Karen wrote on a notepad: “Explain the process.”

The process was explained by Valerie and to everyone’s dismay, Karen added… steps!

“You’re not serious, Karen. We can’t do that.” said Sandra.

Karen only nodded “yes” continually, tapping on her list.

They made sure her toys were fully charged, thanks to non-contact charging. Then they wrapped each of her limbs individually in stretch wrap, putting on three layers, before adding two layers of vet wrap.

Then, her legs were wrapped together in more stretch wrap and her arms, put in an elbow-tie in her back were also wrapped in stretch wrap. Finally, three layers of thick black vinyl tape wrapped her whole body into a single mummy.

She couldn’t move at all. The pressure was extreme and she simply loved it. She was in her own little world, not hearing, not seeing anything from the outside.

She was placed in a fetal position inside a crate and the crate was filled and packed with packaging foam peanuts. Well, it was actually overfilled so that when the cover was screwed on, she was compressed inside of it. A small air pump was linked to her gasmask and she was good to go.

However, since she was cargo, the trip would take three days instead of a few hours. Three days of pure pleasure. Apparently, Sandra had installed the app on Karen’s phone and threw it in the packaging. The app was set to send signals according to movements! So, Karen was teased and tormented from the moment she left the resort, all the way transported by truck to the airport, got some rest while waiting for the flight, then “suffered” countless orgasms inside the plane and a few times during the road transport to her home.

Already, her brain was a mess. And she loved it. Too bad the experience was… too short.

Two weeks later, Sandra’s phone rang. Latex-covered fingers reached for it, as the whole catsuit creaked with the movement.

“Yes?” answered Sandra.

“Oh, Sandra? This is Derek from the resort. I’ve been trying to reach Karen but she’s not answering. I was wondering if everything was fine and how her trip went.”

“Oh, everything is fine,” said Sandra, looking into the living room. “She is still enjoying it.”

“Uh? I… I don’t understand. What do you mean, she is STILL enjoying it?”

Sandra looked at the suspended black vinyl cocoon gently swimming from its anchor point in the middle of the living room, her feet swinging 20cm off the floor.

“I took her out of the crate but not out of her mummy setup. She likes it in there and, well… let’s just say that she took a year off from work. She just doesn’t know it… yet.”

(c) monsterp63

For chastitygirl90

6 of July 2024