Isari rose from the sectional and then knelt at Mistress Lanfear’s feet, her face about level with the her crotch. The red-and-blue paneled sul’dam dress was ankle-length. It wasn’t that she was unwilling to try like this if her mistress wanted, but she looked up at the raven-haired woman questioningly.
Mistress Lanfear chuckled softly. “Very good, I definitely love your enthusiasm, but up first. I’ve got something else for you first. You’re not going to like it, but you’re going to love it. And so am I.”
Isari rose to her feet, the questioning expression still on her face.
The woman in the red-and-blue dress gestured behind her, and Isari, who was looking over Mistress Lanfear’s shoulder at the box that had emerged from under the chaise lounge, saw another gleaming silvery contraption emerge from within it. Two heavy curved arcs of metal with another one arcing between them.
“Spread your legs, Isari,” Mistress Lanfear commanded as the contraption flew into her hands.
It suddenly clicked in Isari’s mind what she was seeing. She had never seen one in person before, though in her occasional furtive browsing of BDSM sites, and some more risque Tumblr feeds, over the last two years, she had seen more than a few of them online.
“Mistress, oh my God! Where did you …? How did you … eeeep!”
A stinging shock like two cattle prods had just been pressed into both of her ass cheeks brought her up short. “I didn’t say ask questions. I said spread your legs.”
Isari spread her legs, then continued, “can I do both?”
“An acceptable compromise.” A bottle of lube also flew into her mistress hands, and the chastity belt hung suspended in midair at chest level between them, perfectly still as if held in place by a vice, as the woman in the sul’dam dress began applying lube to the two plugs that sat on the inside of the crotchpiece. Isabel shuddered just looking at them, and did her best to steady her breathing. She had never been penetrated anally before. “We do have a moment. I forgot one other thing I need to do to prepare you for this. Take your hands and spread your ass cheeks.”
Isari complied. A moment later, she gave a startled shriek and went to surge forward, but an unseen force like a massive upright mattress in front of her prevented her from moving forward. A moment later, she felt the same force behind her, too.
“Mistress …?” she was suddenly timid and uncertain again, the post-orgasmic peace beginning to flee at the first touch of whatever was intruding back there.
“You know where this is going, right?” Mistress Lanfear gestured at the smaller of the two plugs on the chastity belt that she was lubing.
“Y … yes, Mistress.”
“Well, to do it properly, you need to be cleaned out down there first.” She gave a tiny nod of her head in the direction of whatever it was that it had inserted itself past Isari’s rectum. And a flood of warm fluid rushed into her colon. Isari gasped. It was not unpleasant, though if her mistress demanded the truth from her, she would have to admit that it was decidedly not erotic. She knew some people had an enema fetish. She now knew that she wasn’t one of them. But at least she hadn’t also discovered a brand-new phobia. “Now, hold perfectly still, Isari. Even with the link from the a’dam that lets me feel inside you, I need to concentrate to do this properly. Anything inside someone else is always an interesting challenge.”
Isari nodded as much as the thick collar around her throat allowed, and held herself as still as possible.
She felt the liquid within her begin to swirl, and continue to swirl like–well, the best she could think of under the circumstances was like water circling the bowl of a toilet. Her stomach reflexively contracted now to expel it, but the water pushed back at first, swirling a while longer.
“And in answer to your earlier question, I think you can see that this,” she nodded at the chastity belt, which she was still lubing, “and this,” she held up the bracelet and leash, “are made of the same metal, maybe not exactly a set, but close enough that anyone would consider them that just because almost nothing in the world is made of this alloy. That’s partly because it’s expensive as fuck, and partly because I just designed it at MIT this past spring. So if you’re wondering how I made this belt that you’re about to experience, I bought a regular, but really good, chastity belt from a top-tier Etsy custom maker. Then I made perfect 3D cast or mould of it using some 3D software and printers I can use as an MIT student. Probably against terms of service somewhere, but shit happens. Then I made this using that mould, and my own alloy, and transferred the rubber pieces, the dildo and plug and the lined parts, from the original to this one.”
“Wow. What about this?” Isari tapped the collar at her throat.
Mistress Lanfear grinned. “That one was all me. Well, I used that 3D design program I was telling you about just to help me fix the shape, but there was no 3D printing or casting or moulding there. Once I had enough of that alloy, I forged it one tap with my mind at a time. Not an easy thing considering that rhenium and tantalum are part of it.”
“Are those part of the … uuhh oooh …”
The swirling water within her finally surrendered to Isari’s powerful core muscles. She instinctively went to turn, though it was again like trying to turn her head while it was stuck under a pillow.
Since the force around her slowed the turning of her head, she was still looking forward when she saw Mistress smile. “Hmm, you really want to look?”
Isari suddenly stilled the movement of her head and turned back to stare into the emerald eyes in front of her. “Um, now that you mention it, in truth, no, Mistress. Just … habit? Bad curiosity?”
Mistress Lanfear laughed. “I told you years ago, Isari. Your job is to tell me the truth. My job is to handle it. Also, I could see your face the whole time, you know.”
Isari nodded. “I hope that wasn’t too much of a turn-on for you.”
“A little, maybe, but not too much. Mostly just because I love doing things to you for the fun of it. You can be adorable when you’re uncomfortable. But this,” she nodded again, and the chastity belt began to descend and encircle Isari’s waist, “definitely will turn me on. Not that I need much more of that at the moment.”
Isari blushed. Had she shared her orgasm-denial fantasies with her mistress before she had called things off before? She couldn’t even remember anymore. But she hadn’t just browsed those BDSM shopping sites and Tumblr feeds out of academic curiosity. She had definitely fantasized more than once about what it would be like to have a loving, powerful mistress seal her pussy and ass away, to drive her crazy but deny her any chance at orgasm. Of course, one layer of those fantasies had been based on the fact that her orgasms were dangerous to anyone and anything nearby, and her mistress, sometimes faceless, sometimes Mistress Lanfear, being sent by the United Nations to keep her in a constant state of orgasm denial for the good of the world. That seemed less necessary now, but Mistress Lanfear was apparently taking no chances, so it seemed like she was about to experience that fantasy, one way or another.
“And your earlier question, you were about to ask?”
“Mistress, are rhenium and tantalum part of the … uuhh oooo OOOO!” The well-lubed anal plug had just slipped past her sphincter and settled firmly in her rectum. The head of larger dildo on the front had just pushed past her waiting pussy lips, still wet enough from earlier, and was slowly gliding in up to the hilt.
“That’s the second time you’ve asked that, Isari. No, they’re not part of whatever that is.”
The chastity belt was tightening, slowly, smoothly, snugly, and evenly now, both between Isari’s legs and around her hips, and Isari’s breathing was accelerating again as the feeling of fullness and the reality of her increased helplessness and her mistress’ increasing control sunk in. “Hmmm, hmmm,” she attempted to form words but the first few attempts were a false start, “are they part of the periodic table that I’m pretty sure I’ve seen but never looked at?”
“Good memory, Isari. And yes. They’re elements, they’re metals, and they both have melting points above 5400 degrees Fahrenheit. Or 3200 Kelvin, to say it like a proper Beaver.”
“Beaver?”
“MIT Beavers. Get your mind out of the gutter. You’re a chaste woman now.”
And she’s still telling dad jokes! Only Daddy wouldn’t be laughing at this at all. That thought, as much as any humor of the joke itself, brought a laugh from Isari’s lips, which then collapsed into another uuhh and oooo session as the sensation of laughing while so thoroughly filled reached her. “Apparently,” she wheezed.
The belt had now finished tightening snugly around her waist, and the crotchpiece was fully flush to her skin, sinking the dildo in the front firmly into her. Ten tiny pegs of the same lustrous silvery alloy now floated to Mistress Lanfear’s hands. “Hold extra still again,” she said. “I’ve got you, but this is delicate work again. And I can’t do what you can.”
“Mistress?” Isari asked, but another quick pair of shocks on her ass brought her up short and convinced her to save her questions for later. She can’t do what I can? She can do ten times what I can! Things I can’t even understand, let alone do! What is she even talking about? Even more than the shock, though, the fact that Mistress Lanfear didn’t even bother to say anything, no “silence, damane” or “I said hold still,“ that convinced her of the seriousness of her mistress’ words.
The raven-haired woman now wore a look of powerful concentration, and the feeling in the air changed, charged, somehow, even without another surge of that golden energy that Isari had seen below the two of them earlier. The ten tiny pegs began to glow red, and then they began to descend towards the chastity belt.
She won’t hurt me, she won’t hurt me, she won’t hurt me.
Trust and obey.
The pegs fanned out and found a set of holes waiting in the various connections of the belt. The mattress-like force around her softened slightly above her waist, and she was able to cast a quick look down. The little silvery pegs brightened from red to golden-white as they slipped into the waiting holes, and Isari felt little pricks of warmth on her skin, including behind her where the pegs she couldn’t see must be inserting themselves into matching holes in the back of the belt. Then they dimmed to red again. Mistress Lanfear let out a long breath, and Isari realized that the other woman was sweating, and not like she’d just had an orgasm–which she hadn’t yet. More like she had just run a half-marathon. Or at least a 5k.
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