Karen – Called to Work by MonsterP63
There was a long and loud creaking noise, like someone squishing a wet balloon, accompanied by an equally long low-pitch grunt, as Karen sat on her office chair. Once seated, she wiggled some more, making more creaking, adding leather noises to the concerto of her moans. She reached for her crotch and pulled on the steel band forbidding access to it.
The joy of having a job where working from home is an option. And she was taking that option as often as she could, each time, indulging into her passion: kinky setups.
She was tightly encased into a black, neck-entry, latex catsuit. Her waist was forced thin by a crushing leather corset, and the corset was locked on her by the chastity belt. Locked? Yes.
The keys were in a timed safe. She had no backups, no chicken button, no alternate release. Well, her life was not in danger, so why bother?
And more, it was Friday morning. That was the reason why she had punched 48 hours into the timed safe setup.
And the rest of the setup was for after work. She would have loved to wear her latex hood and her gasmask to work but she had to attend the daily meeting, in video, as well as the impromptu calls asking for her help.
And she had high heels. Right now, it was knee-high platform boots with a spiky heel, but again after work, she would switch for ballet boots. Why? Because sitting in ballet boots brings nothing special. Yes, she would get up to get coffee or to have lunch but, for some reason, to her, working in ballet heels was a simple ’no’ while working in heels, well, she already did it, going to the office in heels. It felt like… office.
She cracked her fingers and pulled on her latex gloves. It was time. She logged in on the VPN to the company network. Immediately, her dashboard of the process told her how the plant was running. She was a process engineer and was in charge of monitoring the plant.
She smiled. Everything looked good. All indicators were in the green. That would be a calm day.
She opened her spreadsheet and began to work, feeling her fingers touching the keys of the keyboard through their latex coating. Each breath she was taking reminded her that her stomach was crushed by the corset. Two things actually reminded her of that fact: the difficulty in expanding her lungs, and the small creaking noise her corset was making with each inhaling. She liked both.
Her crotch was busy but silent at the moment. Yes, she had… entertainment. Not now, she wouldn’t dare to yelp in the middle of a meeting, but later. To build herself up. To psyche herself up.
Every few moments, she would twist on the chair, changing position, putting more weight on the left side, then on the right side. Not because she was feeling uncomfortable, but to tease herself better.
The alarm on her phone rang. She stopped it and with a sigh, she got up from the chair to take a long-sleeved, puffy white blouse with lots of intricate laces. She put it on over her catsuit, buttoning the laced high collar to the top. That shirt HAD to be worn that way, so it wouldn’t raise suspicion or weird looks, as they all knew she was a fan of those sorts of things. They were not aware of what they were… hiding.
She took her place back at the computer and waited for the call. The notification came and as she was about to click the accept button and go live, she quickly pulled her latex gloves off, getting almost caught. That would have raised a lot of questions.
That was a close call! Of course, while having a conversation, one gesticulates, move the hand, and scratches the face. People would have been puzzled and asked “why wear gloves on the computer?”.
The meeting went well. A few times when she moved, her legs creaked against the chair, creating… fart sounds. Some heard, judging by their face, and some didn’t notice. About half an hour later:
“Okay everyone, have a good day.” said Derek, the general manager.
“Wait, Derek. Can I talk to you for a minute after everybody left?” quickly asked Karen.
They waited a few moments for everybody to log out.
“Yes, Karen, what is it?
“I’m sorry Derek, I know it’s a last minute demand but… can I take the afternoon off?”
He smiled.
“Unless there’s an emergency coming up, I don’t see why not. It’s pretty calm here right now. I think we can cope with you for half a day. Enjoy your weekend.”
Smiling, she closed the video chat and went back to work, but not before taking off her blouse and putting her latex gloves back, getting up to make herself a cup of tea.
The creaking returned as she pulled herself out of her leather chair, thinking that, when she was wearing latex for a video conference, she should put a blanket over the leather. That would be less noisy.
The walk to the kitchen was fun. Walking in high heels forced her to move her hips differently, which moved her toys, teasing her. That was so much fun. she wished she could dress like that at work too, but… yeah. You know.
She made herself the cup of tea, feeling the tight rubber squeeze her arms as she moved, hearing the leather of the corset creak with each breath, and hearing, but mostly feeling, the steel belt banging against the counter. An observer would say she did that way too often to be accidental. And he would be right.
She took place back at her computer, admiring the light reflecting on her tight sleeves as she stretched her arm to take her cup of tea to have a sip.
Quickly enough, noon came. She happily logged off and fixed herself a light lunch. She couldn’t eat much anyway with her stomach crushed as it was. Sitting on the wooden chair of her dining set was a blast and she enjoyed, perhaps a little too much, wiggling her butt on that chair, moving her belt, and… you know…
Maybe it was time for ballet boots, and a hood to complete the outfit, and also, replacing her short latex gloves with elbow-length ones, putting two layers over her arms, but she had some errands to do and those would make it difficult or attract too much attention. That wouldn’t prevent her from adding a little challenge tho.
She took two small padlocks and installed them between two lacing holes at the narrowest portion of her boot at the ankles, making them impossible to take off. She added a loose-fitting high-neck, long-sleeve shirt that would hide her corset and semi-baggy jeans that hid her belt and were long enough to almost completely hide her boots. It gives the impression she has extra-long legs. She put the keys inside a smaller safety box with a 2-hour timer. It would give her time to get her errands done and would be able to switch to her ballet heels when she would come back.
She was reaching to pick up her phone when it rang. It was Lynda, from the plant.
“Hi Lynda,” said Karen, but she was greeted by a lot of machinery noise. “Hello?… Lynda?” she said again, waiting for an answer. She giggled. “Probably a pocket call… HHEELLOO!!” she yelled, hoping Lynda would hear over the noise.
“No, no, no. Just leave it this way.” she heard a man’s voice getting closer to the phone. “Hello? Karen?”
“Derek? What are you doing on Lynda’s phone? Guess it’s a pocket call?”
The sound was muffled as he left the area.
“No, my phone is dead. Listen, I know you asked for the afternoon off but we have an issue here and we need you.”
“Come on, Derek. You know that plant better than I do.”
“Yeah but, remember the intermittent hydraulic problem we had on machine Twelve? Well, it’s back and you have to see it.”
“Seriously? Why?”
“Because… you HAVE TO hear what the pumps and valve are doing, Karen. You might be able to figure out what’s wrong. You have a mind that thinks differently than mine. I can’t figure it out.”
Karen looked down at herself, dressed vanilla to hide a full kinky outfit. Going out to shop was one thing. Going back to the plant to work on machinery was another thing. And she was locked into it, even her heels with the keys not available before late afternoon.
“I… I… I’m not home, Derek. I’m already on my way out of the city, and my safety shoes are at home.” (which was a lie). “It will take me over an hour to get to the plant while stopping home.”
“You don’t need them.”
“Say what? I don’t need my safety gear?”
“That’s machine 12, Karen. It’s right next to the safety path leading to the cafeteria. That’s the visitor’s path. No safety gear required. All you need to do is hear the noise. You can do that from there. Come in. Now.” he said, dry and straight.
“Yeah…” she sighed. “I’ll be there.”
Twenty minutes later, she was there.
“I thought it would take over an hour…”
“Shut up, Derek!” firmly said Karen, her heel clicking on the concrete floor of the plant.
Oh, he was looking at her, at her slim body, and at her weird way of walking. He noticed the high heels and just put it on them, but something was odd. But he wasn’t focused on Karen (okay, not only…) but on the problem at hand.
As she walked, she could hear the machinery, the weird sound.
“What the hell?” she asked, slowing down, getting closer, her ears listening.
She heard the pump struggle. She heard it change sounds as the multiple solenoids were activating the numerous actuators.
She crouched down, something she regretted. She had to bite her tongue to not let out a very sexy moan as her toys moved inside her. The chastity belt was pinching her hips.
“Ben!” she yelled to one of the mechanics on lite. “Put something against the D1 distributor.”
He proceeded, and the sound changed. He took his hand off and on a few times while Karen was studying the weird change of sound.
“Any idea?” asked Derek, close to her.
“That’s weird. It almost sounds like something metallic is loose inside one of the steel pipes and is swirling around. My guess is that it creates some very high-frequency pressure shifts.”
“If you say so, Karen, but I can’t see how.”
“BEN!! I can’t go there to check myself,” she said, showing her heels to which the man winked. “Put your hand on the second steel pipe from the left. Tell me what you feel.”
“That’s odd. Feels like there’s a helicopter or something in there… or a vibrator.” he said with a smile.
Yeah, Karen was sexy and it was known, and she did nothing to hide it.
“Gently tap with a wrench on it, please.” asked Karen.
He proceeded. One gentle tap.
“Damn! I dented it.”
“You dented it? Yeah, right. That’s thick stainless steel! You can’t dent it with a small hit like that.” said Karen, giggling.
“No, I’m serious. I dented it.” he said as he gave another gentle tap.
It happened in a flash. The pipe burst and hot oil spewed out, right on Karen!
She tucked and turned away, but the oil was already coating her and the floor. On her unstable heels, she slipped and fell, her chastity belt hitting hard on the concrete floor, making her yelp.
She tried to get back up but the corset was in the way and her heels on the oily floor weren’t helping. Derek grabbed her arm and pulled her out of there.
“Shit, Karen, I’m sorry. Are you alright?” he asked her.
She removed her safety glasses and wiped some oil from her face.
“Yeah, I think so.” she said as he helped her get back on her feet.
She was very unsteady on her now slippery heels.
“Quick, under the shower!” he said, dragging her along while the team of mechanics were shutting the machine down and taking care of the oil spill.
“That oil was hot. You might be burned. Let me have a look.” said Derek.
“NO!” she yelled, pushing him away. “I mean… I don’t feel burned. I mean, yes it was hot but, not that hot…” she said. Well, yes, it was hot, but the jet hit her stomach, her corset, which isolated her skin from the burning oil. What dripped down had dripped over her latex-coated legs.
“I’ll take care of it from here.” she said as she entered the woman’s locker.
“I’ll call for someone to help you.” he said, turning around and grabbing his radio.
“I’ll be fine,” said Karen but it was too late.
Dragging her feet, feeling the hot oil on her legs drip down inside her boots, she headed for the shower. She turned it on and began to undress.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she kept repeating, trying to wash the oil off her vanilla clothes. Washing it from her latex skin was easy. The leather of the corset was high quality and had been weatherproofed, so it wasn’t that bad. Her boots may have taken a toll, tho.
She used a lot of soap to remove as much residue as possible. She wasn’t burned. She could feel it. But all that oil rubbing and then the soap and hot water running over her latex skin was arousing.
“Fuck, Karen. It’s not the time!” she mumbled as she turned the shower off and listened to the noises around her.
Nobody.
Her only hope was to put on a spare overall she had in her locker… located on the opposite end of the room! She cracked open the door and looked. Empty. She made a run for it, her feet slipping a little from their wet soles, making her let out some small screams as she grabbed a hold of nearby lockers. The oil, although washed, had somehow added a sparkling shine to her latex. For a moment, in her multiple acrobatic maneuvers, she wondered at the lights reflecting on it. It was looking good! She finally reached it, opened it and quickly grabbed the overall. It was a one-piece garment. Standing up, she began to slip one leg into it.
“Karen? Are you okay?” she heard Sandra’s voice.
“Shit!” she whispered as she tried to hurry up. but her spiky caught on a wrinkle of the suit. It was stuck. She pulled on it and she lost balance. She tried to hold herself on the door of her locker but her hand slipped and she fell down on the bench, hitting her steel belt and, well, the toys did something. She yelped.
“Karen!!” said Sandra’s voice, coming closer.
Panicking, she tried to hide under the bench, then inside her locker.
“Karen, are you alr… AH!…oh… That’s not… oil…” said Sandra as she saw Karen, halfway into her locker, her body black and shiny.
Slowly, Karen got out of her locker.
“No, that’s latex.” she said, flapping her arms on each side of her hips in a defeated tone. “You got me.”
“But… Why didn’t you take it off before… ah, yes. The chastity belt. Of course.
“Please… Don’t tell anybody,” said Karen, pulling the overall on and zipping it as high as she could, even buttoning the collar to hide her latex catsuit.
“If you promise you don’t tell.” said Sandra, gently opening the zipper of her own overall, revealing a patch of something shiny.
Karen opened her mouth to speak but Sandra cut her off.
“You’re not alone,” she said, pulling her zipper back up, hiding again a chastity belt.
“Shhht. Not that loud” whispered back Karen, looking around.
“Nah, don’t worry. And your secret is safe with me, Karen.”
“Thank you, Sandra.”
“Well, at least, you found the problem. It was a small shard of steel stuck in that pipe that was causing the weird vibration. So, in a way, you fixed the problem.” said Sandra, walking away. “Oh, Derek wants to see you before you leave.”
“Yeah, I sort of expected it.” answered Karen. “Thank you again.”
She met with Derek, filled out an incident report and walked out. Her vanilla clothes were trashed and she only had her overall. The only thing left was to drive back home. No more time for errands.
Oh well, her ballet boots were waiting for her anyway.
Once back home, she removed her boots and took another long shower to remove any residue of the hydraulic fluid. Her boots were the most severely damaged by the oil. Perhaps she could save them. She loved steel.
She put on her beloved ballet booties and locked them on, then added a tight hood over her head, which left holes for the eyes, nostrils and mouth only. She locked everything in place with a steel collar. She also added heavy steel shackles to her wrists and ankles. She loved the feel of it and she loved the weight of it. And it locked her ballet heels as well as her hood in place.
Now, she was set for the rest of the weekend. She would get no more calls from work and even if she did, she was under no obligation to either answer or accept to come in.
Lying on her back on her bed, she was gently rocking her hips up and down, feeling the toys move as well as the steel around her hips and breasts. She reached for her left breast, her hand blocked by the steel cup, but her steel wrist cuff gently hit it sending a little chill. She also loved the sound of steel on steel.
In her right hand, she was holding her phone, browsing the internet, trying to find if there was a way to salvage her beloved platform boots. It rang. With a sigh, she figured it was someone from work but it displayed a private number, meaning not displayed and not in her list of contacts. This is usually the sign of a spammer or someone she didn’t know. It could also be someone from work trying to get a hold of her by not using a number they knew she would not answer.
She rejected it. It rang again almost immediately. She rejected it again. Then it rang again.
“This might be important,” she mumbled as she accepted the call.
“Hello,” she said, with a deadpan, almost bored tone.
“Err… Karen?”
“That depends. Who’s this?” she asked, again her tone flat and without emotion.
“It’s Sandra… from work.”
“Sandra? What’s going on?” she asked, her voice more ’living'.
“Well… you know… about what happened at the plant…”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Uh… You haven’t told anyone about what happened, right?”
“Nnnn No…” said Sandra, hesitantly, “No, I haven’t… yet.”
“Shit. Blackmailing me now?” asked Karen, this time with a defiant tone.
“No, not at all. Hem… Listen… We’re doing a little… hem… get-along party amongst… em… like-minded and… err… I wanted to… you know… invite you… if you want, of course.”
She asked that with a very soft, almost shy tone as if she was afraid to shatter some glass or something.
“Like-minded?” asked Karen, puzzled.
“Yes, you know… kinky stuff. You… We are not alone, you know. There are more… Uh! Unless you already have your group of friends. That I would understand perfectly. Sorry to have disturbed you… if that’s so.” quickly said Sandra.
“Who… Who are… we?”
“Well… I’m not saying it unless you come. I… We are all scared of the same thing. You understand, I’m sure.”
“Yes, I do understand. That’s very inviting but I’m… euh… locked in until Sunday afternoon.”
“I don’t see the problem. We are all locked in until Sunday afternoon.”
“Yeah but… I’m locked into a latex hood.” said Karen.
“Well… It’s actually nice as nobody will recognize you,” giggled Sandra. “Just wear a hoodie and you’ll be fine. I’m sending you my address. Get in through the back and use the stairs there. The chance of meeting someone is very slim. So… are you coming?”
“I’ll… think about it.” said Karen.
“Well, if you come, it’s fine and if you don’t it’s also fine. Your choice.” said Sandra. “So… See you later or… Monday at work.”
Karen hung up and shortly after, Sandra was sending her the address. It was about a half-hour drive. She thought about it. It would be fun to be amongst like-minded for once instead of being alone. She had the hoodie required to hide herself. She took a deep breath and crawled out of the bed, wearing long jeans, covering her latex-coated legs down to her ballet heels, and she pulled the hoodie over her head. It was large enough and with her head down, people wouldn’t see her latex-covered face.
She looked at herself in the mirror, took a long breath, and walked out while texting Sandra that she was coming.
Half an hour later, she was arriving at Sandra’s place. Four stories to climb. With ballet boots, a chastity belt and toys. It was a first for her. Oh, she took long walks with her kinks hidden under heavy clothes on cold days but walking four levels of stairs was a first.
The first went fine, but by the second, she was starting to be aroused as hell. She had to stop in the middle of the third one. She was afraid to climax right there, right then. One step at a time, controlling her breathing, controlling her urge to scream and let the orgasm release.
She heard noises. someone was getting down, and fast. She paused and looked down. A teenager was literally running down the stairs. He passed by her without even a blink and continued running down the stairs.
That was enough for Karen to take her mind off the teasing and after a few more moments, she resumed her climb. But by the 3rd floor, she was ready to climax again, and she had one more flight of stairs to climb!
With each step, she was moaning, repressing the orgasm, grasping the handrail with her latex-coated fingers, her steel cuff clicking against it. She was almost wimping, walking by keeping her legs against one another, when she knocked on Sandra’s door.
“Who is it?” asked Sandra’s voice.
“Karen.” she simply answered. Anything else would have been an orgasmic scream.
The door opened and Karen pushed it as she rushed inside, collapsing on her knees, hands at her crotch, feeling the steel belt through her jeans, and letting out a low-pitch grunt as she left the long orgasm slowly engulfing her. Eyes closed, she slowly rocked her hips while moaning, enjoying the pleasure hormones. Once the orgasm was passed, she opened her eyes and it dawned on her that she wasn’t home but at Sandra’s, and she had just orgasmed in front of her.
“Oh my god!” she said, “I am so sorry, but the stairs… and the toys… and…”
Sandra laughed.
“Yeah, climbing four flights of stairs would do that. I didn’t know you had toys, tho. Otherwise, I would have suggested the elevator.”
“There’s an elevator?” asked Karen, shocked and pleased at the same time. “Gawd!! I have to find myself a place located on the fourth floor.” she mumbled, which made Sandra laugh more.
“Take your time. The others are not here yet.” said Sandra.
It was only then that Karen realized that Sandra was wearing a red latex hood and a steel collar, the rest of her body hidden under a long-sleeved blouse and jeans, leaving only her red latex-encased hands as well as her feet in ballet boots showing.
“You look stunning.” she said.
“Thank you.” said Sandra. She didn’t ask Karen to remove her vanilla clothes. She figured she would do it when the time was ready for her. She had noticed the latex hood, the gloves and the ballet heels, so she was pretty sure that Karen was really wearing her gear, and with the orgasm she just had, she didn’t need any more proof.
Karen slowly got back up and went to the living room, taking place on the sofa.
“Anything to drink? Beer, spirits, wine?”
“A beer would be fine. Thank you.”
Sandra brought her a glass of dark beer and at the same time, someone knocked on the door.
“Lynda,” was heard as Sandra approached the door, opening it. Entered another woman sporting a purple latex hood. Then she saw Karen and stopped.
“Err… someone new?” she asked.
Karen didn’t answer. She wasn’t sure how to present herself.
“Yes, someone new,” intervenes Sandra. “We’ll make the presentations later.”
However, Karen was at an advantage. She knew the newcomer’s name: Lynda. But she couldn’t see her face, if she knew her. There were a few Lynda at work. There was one in accounting, one on the production floor and the other one was the CEO administrative assistant.
“Is Valerie coming?” asked Lynda as she served herself a beer.
“Yes, she should be here any moment now… ah, there she is.” said Sandra as there was another knock at the door.
“And who do we have here?” asked Valerie.
“I… I am… Err… Karen.” she said, waving a small hello from her latex-coated hand.
“Karen? From the engineering?” asked Lynda.
“Yes.” answered Sandra.
“Well, I am surprised and at the same time, I am not. I mean, I see you often in tight jeans and high heels but I never thought… well. what I am saying. Welcome to our little group.” she said, shaking her hand.
“Thank you.” said Karen, looking expectantly at her.
“I’m Lynda… but I guess you know it by now. I’m Mr. Thompson’s A.A.”
“Oh! Okay, I know who you are.” said Karen, smiling, turning to Valerie. “You’re in shipping, right?” Easy to recognize with your biking gear.” said Karen, giggling.
“Yeah, that’s me. I don’t think we met before, right?” said Valerie.
“Let’s say our departments don’t cross paths that often.” said Karen.
“Okay, now that everybody knows everybody, what do we do? Bondage poker? Tie-me-up UNO? Kinky-0-poly?” asked Sandra.
Karen was puzzled. What the hell were those games and… how could she end up tied up?
“I have a novel idea,” said Valerie. This is Theme Park’s anniversary and for that, they run 24 hours for the whole weekend. I suggest going for a few rides, especially the bumper cars. At this time, there aren’t many kids so we’re safe.
“Going to a theme park like this?” asked a stunned Karen.
“No, of course not. We put back our vanilla clothes.”
“But our head. We can’t hide our hoods and, I guess, nobody can take it off… or want to take it off.” said Lynda.
“Oh, simple. We keep our helmets.”
“Helmets? But I don’t have one.” said Karen.
“I can provide one for you,” said Valerie, “and I guess Sandra has a spare one. Karen could ride with me on my motorcycle and Lynda come along with Sandra on her Vespa. What do you think?”
“They’ll let us in with our helmets?”
“Yes, I did it many times. Come on, it will be fun!” said Valerie.
Twenty minutes later, they were arriving at the park. Karen was a wreck. That ride on the bike made her orgasm three times. As she was slowly disembarking from the machine, Valerie was laughing.
“Damn, Karen, that night isn’t over yet and you already had a few?”
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Each time you had one, you squished my waist so much I almost couldn’t breathe. The count is three, right?”
“Three?” said Sandra and Lynda in one voice under their helmets.
“Okay let’s go. I want to see you in the bumper cars!” said Valerie.
“Not sure if I want to experience that,” said Karen, finding the energy to move forward. “How do you… do this?” she asked, turning to Sandra.
“At first, it’s an orgasm every few bumps but after some time, you learn to control them so that it’s not orgasmic but a constant arousal. Less dangerous.”
“Yeah, I bet it is.” said Lynda who seemed to also have a hard time walking.
“You too?” asked Karen.
Lynda only made a “two” sign with her fingers.
They paid their entries and the man at the gate gave them a weird look but he had seen weirdos before. Valerie was leading the pack, heading straight for the bumper cars. There weren’t that many people at this time and they were already next in line.
They took place, Karen being the slowest of the group, and the signal was given.
Sandra, Valerie and Lynda floored it and immediately searched for someone to hit, but Karen was more trying to evade them. Sandra noticed it and she aimed directly for Karen. When Karen saw it, she figured “all or nothing” and she also floored it.
They collided head-on at full speed, their car slightly lifting off the ground, their body did lift from the seat, held by the safety belt and abruptly fell back.
They each, at the same time, threw their heads backward. Yes, that hit was felt. Deeply! As they were recovering, each of them was hit directly from behind. Karen by Valerie and Sandra by someone else, make them collide head-on again, giving them the same jerk, the same effect.
Then, one hit from the side, another hit from behind another hit from the side, this time by Lynda and they both had an out-of-body orgasmic experience, screaming under their helmet.
Karen loved the effect of the helmet. She felt she wasn’t with the others. She was in her own little world, her own little cocoon.
But it was payback time. She regained enough control to aim and hit Valerie from the back. She heard her scream. Yes, she orgasmed too. That was starting to be fun.
Bang, bang, bang. One more orgasm and simply too soon, the ride was over. If they wanted more, they had to take the queue back. However, their presence with the helmets drew attention and they now had two full rides to wait for.
Sandra suggested the roller coaster, which only had a few minutes of waiting. While walking to go there, they encountered a few mascots of the park, people in costumes from the different attraction sections: there were princes, princesses, superheroes, monsters and the like, and a character from their latest fantasy movie, an unhatched dinosaur egg. Well, half-hatched with two long reptilian legs protruding out of an eggshell. Karen looked at that character and wondered how the costume was made. Those legs were too long for any human to wear without any sort of bump for the feet mid-calf, and also, she wondered how the person inside was coping with being encased into an eggshell. Unless it was all roboticized.
Karen sat with Sandra. Just upon departure, Sandra touched Karen’s helmet with hers to make the sound transfer better.
“I have Ben Wa balls inside me. The bumper cars were fine but this roller coaster ride is going to kill me!” she said, giggling.
First, the easy part, the climbing, slow and easy. then the first leg down, and the first curve, and up, left, right, left, left… Sandra grabbed Karen’s thigh and squeezed as she screamed. Yep, that was one.
Up, down, right, left, right, left in rapid succession, then a long corkscrew where they turn upside-down four times.
Another squeeze of Karen’s thigh, which only helped Karen have her own orgasm. The weight of the helmet seemed to help. She felt restrained, her head encased in a tight helmet, which was in fact, one size too small for her. The feeling was awesome.
When the ride stopped, Sandra was a wreck and, although Karen wasn’t better, she had to help Sandra out.
The four of them met at the exit. None of them could walk straight. They were all giggling. They took a break, getting an iced coffee. Drinking with a straw fed under the helmet wasn’t easy and they had strange looks from passersby, but they didn’t care. They had fun.
Then it was another bumper car ride, then some other rides, the vertical drop, the flying chairs, by the time the morning sun was peeking through the horizon, they were exhausted and had no more orgasms to give.
They rode back to Sandra’s place where they got out of their vanilla clothes, and crashed there, falling asleep, as much from lack of sleep as from orgasmic exhaustion, anywhere: sofa, bed, floor.
They slept for most of the day. It was late afternoon when they began to wake up.
Karen, who had collapsed face down on the sofa, her left arm and left leg dangling on the floor, felt something brush against her butt, then she felt it pressed. She mumbled as she tried to turn her head, her brain trying to cope with what she was feeling, the tight latex all over her body, the pressure around her head from the tight latex hood, the toys still teasing her, the shorth breath from the corset.
Oh, yes. she remembered. She slept in full gear but… where the hell was she? That wasn’t home. After a few blinks, she recognized Sandra’s place. But… who was touching her? She slowly turned around.
It was Lynda. She recognized her by the purple catsuit. She was sitting on the floor against the sofa, her head resting on Karen’s butt.
Karen needed to stretch now. She slowly moved her leg. Lynda moaned as she half-opened her eyes.
“Oh… hi…” she said with a smile as she tried to move away to let Karen get out of the sofa. “What a night, hey?”
“Yeah, what a night.” mumbled Karen.
Valerie, who had taken the recliner chair was also waking up. Looking toward the kitchen, they saw Sandra, leaning face down on the counter, next to the coffee maker and the kettle. She slowly turned her head toward her friends.
“Tea and coffee will be ready in a few minutes. Damn… I need it. STRONG!”
Karen tried to stand up but fell back, somehow, not prepared to stand on ballet heels. When she fell back on the sofa, it pushed on her belt and her toys. She let out a sharp yelp.
Lynda raised her head to look at her. A smile could be seen through the mouth opening.
“Heck of a way to wake up, right?” she said, giggling.
“My crotch is on fire. Heck of a good thing those things were not vibrating.” said Karen.
Valerie turned to Karen, surprised, but didn’t say a word. She was also struggling, trying to get out of the recliner chair, her latex suit sticking to the leather upholstery.
The three of them stumbled like zombies toward the kitchen where Sandra had put cups.
“Serve yourself,” she said, grunting as she picked up her cup of coffee and sat down at the dining table, also letting out a little yelp as her belt hit the chair. “Damn…”
Each girl took their beverage and sat down, slowly, while grunting. They drank their first cup in silence, waiting for their brain to start functioning again.
“We should do it again.”
They all turned to Karen with a stunned expression.
“Yeah… next year,” mumbled Sandra.
“No… I mean… tonight. Then again… next year.” said Karen, with a devilish grin.
“You want to die or what?” asked Valerie.
“Dying while having an orgasm… that wouldn’t be that bad, wouldn’t it?” said Lynda.
They giggled.
“You’re serious?” asked Sandra.
“Yeah, why not? We go in at sundown and we take a few rides. No need to spend the whole night there, just to have a little go at it. After all, the next event will be only next year, right? And since we are all locked in until tomorrow… because… we are, right?” she said, looking at them in turn.
They all looked at each other, eyes wide. Karen began to have doubts. Was she the only one locked in? They all had chastity belts after all. So she assumed…
Then, slowly, they began to smile and nod ‘yes’ to each other.
“Hey, what the heck,” said Sandra. “Between that and Tie-Me-Up-Uno, I’d say let’s go to the theme park!”
“Say Karen,” said Lynda while taking a bite of the pizza they ordered - the look on that poor delivery guy was priceless - you mentioned that your toys were silent. Are they remote-controlled?”
“Hum… yeah,” said Karen.
“Through which app?” asked Valerie, picking up her phone.
“Remote Pleasure.”
“Same as mine! What’s your username?”
“I… I’m not sure I want to give you guys access to my toys.” said Karen, looking at them. They were all holding their phones. “What… You… All of you?”
Giggling, they gave out their usernames and soon after, they began to get teased. It was easy to figure out who was linked to who as they were looking at each other.
“Oh my gawd!” said Sandra, dropping her slice of pizza and grabbing her belt with two hands. “St… st… stop it! I want to have enough power for the night, mind you!” she said.
“She has a point,” said Valerie.
They all laughed and all the teasing stopped.
“Okay, it’s past 21:00. All kids will be gone. Shall we be on our way?” said Lynda.
Half an hour later, they were dismounting the bike and the Vespa, holding their crotch.
“I have to get myself one,” mumbled Lynda who this time, shared the motorcycle ride with Valerie.
“Why do you think I have one?” replied Valerie.
Again, they got weird looks from the ticket booth and the gatekeeper.
“Geesh… it’s not very crowded,” said Sandra, looking around.
“They forecast rain for tonight so many people bailed out. I think there are roughly a hundred people on the whole site. You have pretty much all the rides to yourselves.” said the gatekeeper.
“That’s cool. So, what first? Bumper cars?”
They walked there as fast as they could, Karen and Sandra struggling on their ballet boots, winking as they looked at each other. They got to the ride. They were alone. The operator, a young man, smiled at them and helped them take place, tightening their safety belts way tighter than they usually do.
And the ride began. One hit. Two hits. Three hits. Yes, it was fun. Soon, Karen had her first orgasm, then her second. And as usual, the ride stopped too soon.
“Stay in the cars!” yelled the operator. “If you want, since there’s nobody else in line, I can have you going for as long as you want, or as long as there isn’t someone else for the ride.”
The girls looked at each other. They all nodded. The ride started again. Then Karen got a powerful jolt from her toys but… she hadn’t hit anyone or been hit yet. Then another jolt!
“Oh fuck! Who did thaaaAAAAaaat!!” she screamed through her helmet. She figured out that someone linked her toys with her phone on G forces. A few bumps told her that Sandra had done it.
Karen drove to the operator and waved at him.
“Stop the ride… just for one minute,” she said, picking up her phone. The other girls understood what was going on and all did the same.
The ride was turned back on and soon, they were orgasming. Twice as often!! They screamed, making the operator smile. He sort of knew something was odd, that they were enjoying themselves a little too much. After close to half an hour, they were all exhausted and they were barely hitting themselves. The ride was stopped.
“Oh my gosh, that was one hell of a ride! Thank you.” said Karen, passing by the operator.
“I figured you girls were kinky or something, I mean… who would come to a theme park wearing ballet heels and full-face helmets?
“Ha, ha… Of course,” said Valerie, trying to pull them away, as if she was ashamed to have been ‘discovered’.
They headed for the vertical drop. That was a bad, or was it a right, idea? The G forces felt were directly sent to their toys. When they reached the bottom, they all screamed at the same time. Not of fright but by orgasming all at once. The operator was surprised by such a reaction.
As they slowly walked away, he got a call on his radio. He was not talking very loudly but looked at those four women walking silly as he did so.
They were heading for the roller coaster when the rain started.
“Oh shit! Looks like it’s the end of our fun,” said Valerie.
“Well, it’s not like we didn’t have any,” said Lynda, a hand at her crotch.
“But… why is it the end of our fun?” asked Karen.
“Well… the rain. We’re all gonna get wet.”
“It’s 32 degrees (C my friends, Celsius. That’s 90F). The rain is warm, and…” said Karen, looking around, “I don’t give a fuck anymore, nobody could recognize me anyway,” she said, taking off her hoodie and letting her jeans down, before finally removing the motorcycle helmet, revealing her black latex catsuit, steel bra and chastity belt, and her latex coated head to everybody around, which was her friends and a few stunned operators.
She grabbed her clothes, rolled them in a ball and put them under the cover of a small tent nearby. She grabbed her phone and jammed it inside her chastity belt.
Sandra, Lynda and Valerie looked at each other and a short moment later, they were all revealing their outfits.
“I’m in for the roller coaster. Shall we?” Said Sandra, leading the way.
They all followed, laughing, giggling and slapping each other’s butt under the rain that had started to fall rather hard. They reached the roller coaster. The operator stopped them.
“You can’t ride it.” he said.
“Why?” asked Karen.
“Well… it’s raining.”
“So…any security issues?” asked Valerie.
“Err….” he said, picking up his radio and calling someone. “Uh… okay. I can start the ride if I want… apparently.”
“Well, DO IT!” said Karen, taking place in the front buggy with Sandra by her side. “It’s not like rain is going to annoy us.” Valerie and Lynda ran for the last buggy. They were alone.
The ride was a blast. They got off that ride and went to the flying chairs, then something more relaxed in the carousel, then some other ride. By then, the rain had stopped and they were apparently alone, the rest of the few people had left following the rain. They had the whole park to themselves.
Soon, they began to see the characters arriving from the theme park section. At one point, it looked like a stand-off, with the four kinky women in a row on one side of the street, and six characters in a row on the other side of the street: A woman in dirty rags, an egg on legs, two medieval guards in shining armors, a gorilla and a chicken.
“Is there something wrong?” asked Karen.
All the characters nodded no at the same time and pointed toward the Boomerang ride.
“Euh… I think we should go that way….” said Lynda.
They all did and the characters followed. They got seated and the safety bars were lowered over their shoulders. The operator made sure they were locked in place then he took a step back.
They then noticed that the characters were nearby and that quite a few operators were there too.
“Listen, ladies, we have a little issue here. Let me explain,” said an operator with the nametag Pete. “See, we have a premium for working tonight. A very interesting premium. You are the only four visitors left. If you leave now, we shut down the park… and we lose our premium.”
“Hum… okay, but we can’t promise, tho. We’re gonna get tired.”
“I bet,” he said, giggling. “We also noticed how you’re dressed and that you all have… bondage cuffs, meaning that you like this kink…” he said, trailing off, making a gesture to the other operators nearby who produced… zip ties! “You won’t get out of the park before sunrise.”
The girls couldn’t get out of their seats. The operators had no difficulties adding zip ties to their cuffs and securing them to the ride. it was as if there were rings at the right place to do so, and the guys didn’t seem to search to figure out how to tie them down.
Tie wraps were holding their ankles, lower knee, upper knee, thighs, waist, upper chest, upper arm, and wists, as well as one linking their collar to the headrest. Like… too weird to be just luck.
It means that, even if they were to unlock the safety bars, they would NOT get out of that ride without help. Well, they couldn’t move much at all.
“So… we will make sure you do NOT leave before the day shift arrives. Enjoy the rides!”
On that, the ride was started. And man! (or woman!!), what a ride it was. Back and forth for almost half an hour before they stopped it.
When the ride finally stopped, the women were out of breath. They struggled to get out of the ride and the operators had no difficulties keeping them close by. While one was linking their wrists in their back with more zip ties, another one was linking their collars with those large ropes used to make waiting line perimeters.
Another operator approached with a roll of duct tape.
“You’re making too much noise, I think they can hear you two towns over,” he said, producing four ballgags. The women were puzzled as to where they got that but they didn’t really mind. They all appreciated being gagged. One more item to make them climax.
“Phil at the Flying Flowers would like to show you something,” said Pete.,
And off they went for another ride, again, tightly secured. They rode it until they were almost fainting.
To relax, they put them on the children’s train ride, each woman sitting in its own little train cart, secured with zip ties and ropes.
When the sun began to peek over the horizon, the operators had gathered their clothes and helmets and were accompanying them to their bikes.
“No way you’re driving. I’ll drive you home. You get into my car and my friends will follow us with your bikes. What’s the address?”
Sandra gave them. She would have given them anything. Of course, they rode the car with their hands and feet tied up. The operators even gallantly carried them to the apartment, Pete making sure they were all right before leaving.
“Good morning, Caroline. Where is Lynda?”
“Oh, she called in sick, Mr. Thompson.”
“Oh, gheesh. Is she alright? She doesn’t call sick often.”
“She says that she has a pounding headache and she prefers to take the day off. She’ll be here tomorrow.”
“All is good then.”
In three other departments, Karen, Sandra and Valerie called in sick. But nothing was tying (pun intended) them to an activity they did together.
Except for Pete. the ride operator. Well, in fact, he was the ride supervisor. And something tells me that there’s more to that theme park than meets the eye.
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2nd of September 2024
Story idea by Chastitygirl90