Here we have Brandy, a thirty-something sectary working in the District Attorney’s office, sitting at home, alone again, in front of her computer instead of going out with her coworkers to celebrate their big court victory. Finishing off a bottle of wine, Brandy decides to take finally her friend’s advice and get outside of her comfort zone. She found some online stories of people walking around nude in public or doing kinky stuff in public. Brandy decides to give it a try.
She picked one where you roll a 10-sided die to determine how/what to do. It even had a dice simulator linked to it. The first roll is for clothing. Brandy rolled a five. She would be allowed to wear a bra, thong panties, stocking with a garter belt, and high heel shoes. The second roll was for accessories. Brandy rolled a two and would have to wear a dog collar with a leash and a loud bell. The third roll was for the time of day. Brandy rolled a four. She would have to start her walk at 12 am. The next roll was for the length of time she had to walk. Brandy rolled an eight for ninety minutes. The last roll was for the activities she would need to do on her walk. Brandy rolled a ten for five minutes deepthroating a dildo, and also five minutes anal with the same dildo, switching every sixty seconds.
There was a wooded park area near her home that would work perfectly for her kinky walk. The park had a nice trail that she could complete in about ninety minutes. There was even a restroom about halfway where she could stop and play with the dildo. She would need to get a dog collar with a bell and leash tomorrow, but that would not be a problem.
The plan was simple. She would drive to the park just before midnight, find a secluded spot near the start of the trail, strip down to her “walking outfit,” put the rest of her clothing in a small backpack that she could lock shut with her keys, and place the dildo in an unlocked outer pocket. She would be almost naked until she returned home.
It was Friday night and Brandy was ready. She picked a bright red reflective collar with a matching leash and several bells that jingled loudly when she moved. She arrived at the start of the train just before midnight. Placing her clothing in the backpack and nervously locking it shut, a shiver ran down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was the cool night air or her nerves, but she had already committed to her walk.
Brandy set off down the trail, her collar bells jingling all the way. Her nipples were clearly visible through the tiny black bra that barely contained her breasts. She looked good in the matching thong and stockings. Her heart was pounding with excitement as she walked down the trail. Even though there was no one around, Brandy could not help but blush a bright red.
Arriving at the restroom, Brandy slipped inside the building and began her ass-to-mouth activity. The dildo was not excessively big, but she had never put it in her ass before, so she began by giving it a very sloppy blowjob. The ten minutes of deepthroating and ass fucking with the dildo went by quickly.
When Brandy emerged from the restroom, she ran into a large police officer waiting for her. She was arrested, her hands cuffed, and her belongings confiscated as evidence.
Once at the station, Brandy was booked on several charges and placed in a holding cell for the night, still in just her underwear. She demanded to speak to a lawyer. The officer on duty told her that her attorney would not be available until morning and to just settle down until then.
Early the next morning, Brandy was taken by the officer to an integration room where she was handcuffed to the table. A few minutes later, a short man and her friend-- Elizabeth from the D.A.’s office-- walked in.
“God am I glad to see you,” Brandy exclaimed. “So, when can I get out of here?”
“Oh, I am not here to represent you. I am here as a prosecutor. This is Mr. Page. He is your public defender,” Elizabeth replied. “You are being charged with indecent exposure, public lewdness, and prostitution. I will leave you in Mr. Page’s hands to discuss your options.” With that, Elizabeth left the room.
Mr. Page began explaining Brandy’s situation. “Normally these charges would not be that bad, but the judge is up for reelection and wants to look tough on sex-based crimes. The park you were in is a newly designated family safe zone. The sentences for any sex-based crime committed in a family safe zone automatically double. So instead of 2.5 to 5 years, you are looking at 5 to 10 years for just the prostitution charge.”
“But I’m not a prostitute! I was totally alone last night!” Brandy explained.
“Well, they arrested a young man close to where they pick you up and he has already confessed to solicitation, so they are not going to believe you on that charge. There is some good news. Your friend Elizabeth is offering you a deal. She will drop the lesser two charges and you will only do the minimum sentence of five years in a chastened prison which will allow you to keep your job and apartment... if you plead guilty to the prostitution charge.”
“And if we go to trial?” Brandy asked.
“The judge is most likely going to throw the book at you. He’ll recommend the max sentences for all charges. That’s hard time upstate.”
“What are the odds of winning?” Brandy asked.
“Not good. Between the surveillance tape of you walking around the park in your underwear and your escapades in the restroom along with his confession, there is really no way we’d win.”
“I’ll take the deal then.”
“Okay, just sign here and an officer will be in shortly to take you to have your sentence carried out.”
As soon as Mr. Page left, an officer entered and took Brandy to a transport van with several other prisoners.
A brief time later, Brandy arrived at a processing center. She exited the van into the facility. Following the guard’s instructions, the prisoners removed all their clothing, placing them in bags to be claimed later. Each prisoner was then secured to chairs along the side of the room. The prisoners were taken into the next room one by one.
Brandy did not have to wait long. There were two guards in the next room, one seated at a computer, the other ordering Brandy to stand on a small platform and pull down a bar above it. The instant Brandy pulled on the bar, cuffs snapped shut around her wrists and ankles. The cuffs quickly pulled her arms and legs apart.
“We finally got a bit of a break. We don’t have to shave or give this one a haircut,” the guard noted as she sprayed Brandy’s hairless pussy with something that caused a stinging sensation. “That will keep you hairless down there.”
The Guard started taking Brandy’s measurements and the seated officer entered all the measurements carefully.
“Her collar is programmed and ready.” Handing a blue metal strip to the other guard, she placed it around Brandy’s neck. Once the ends touched, the back of the collar tightened.
“Her gag is also ready.”
Despite Brandy’s protests, a large tongue depressor was forced into her mouth. The depressor was connected to a metal panel that covered the lower half of her face, completely sealing her lips shut with the straps locked behind her head. Brandy could do nothing but moan. Ankle boots with 4-inch heels were locked on her feet.
Brandy was released from the bars holding her, but the cuffs remained locked on her wrists. The guard took Brandy by the arm and escorted her to a small alcove in the side of the room. Brandy sat on the small bench inside as the door shut.
“Maybe this won’t be too bad,” Brandy thought to herself, trying her best to keep it together.
Sometime later, the door opened, and the guard ordered Brandy back to the platform. Her wrists were secured directly above her head and her ankles were once again secured to the ground. The ceiling above her opened and a blue metal strapless bra was lowered around her chest. The guard carefully positioned the chastity bra over Brandy’s breasts. Once they were completely contained within the bra’s cups, the band around Brandy’s chest tightened until it was hard to breathe. The guards lubed Brandy’s lower openings. Next, a blue metal thong with two large plugs lifted from the floor. The guards took great care to align the plug in her pussy and ass. Brandy screamed into her gag as the plugs entered her body. The guard slid the waistband over Brandy’s hips and held the front shield against her body. The chastity belt began to tighten around Brandy’s body, digging uncomfortably into her waist. The front shield pressed tightly against her hairless mound, forcing the plug deeper inside of her, and the thick rear cable disappeared between her butt cheeks pushing the rear plug all the way in. The lock icon of each item turned green.
“All locks confirmed. Discipline and tracking systems are online. If you follow the rules, you will not have to worry about the discipline system. Rule one, all sexual activity is prohibited and will be detected by your chastity prison. Violation will result in a swift and harsh penalty. Rule two, if your feet get more than twenty inches apart, you will be shocked. Rule three, you may wear whatever clothing you wish but do not obstruct the view of your collar. Rule four, you will need to stay within an eight-mile radius of your residence and place of business. Rule five, you must be gagged at all times unless you are at work or eating. Rule six, you will need to return to this facility at the end of each month for inspection and resizing if needed."
With that, Brandy’s belongings were returned to her and she was dropped off near her car.
Once back home, Brandy spent the next few hours examining her new semi-permanent metal underwear. Muttering into her gag, she said, “The next 5 years are going to suck. Ha! That is a huge understatement."
She spent most of the next day trying to come to terms with what had happened to her. She did some online research about living in a chastity belt long term.
Maybe the end?
Tags: bondage, sci-fi, restraints, rope, harness, blonde, collar, bdsm, futuristic, dildo
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Story by DDragon |
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Artwork by Diego Jose |
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