The rest of the week was quite normal. I hanged out with Carol. I visited my parents. I cleaned my house up and down. I jogged a bit. I went to work. More or less what any other person would do, except because I was locked in chastity while pretending to be married, and because I was pretending to be married while actually being a virgin. Sometimes, at the windy or cold days mostly but not only I weared trousers. All of them were loose enough to disguise my secrets and, besides I also used to wear jackets or sweaters that covered the waist area. Still, there was a thrill on that. A part of me fantasized with getting caught, which, perhaps, might lead me to find a better partner. Someone who weren't so distracted with his or her family. Someone who would control me more strictly. Just a fantasy, the risk was to high, and Carol, despite her lack of free time, was very open minded. We had talked often about permanent modifications, for example, among other things.



Finally the day came. When I got home Carol was already there, sporting a huge and wicked smile.

-It's 18.00. We have three hours to take dinner, my well deserved orgasm, and to set you up for your twenty minutes of torture. Because rest assured that you are not going to cum with that setting.- I nodded gloomily.

We changed into more comfy clothes, old shorts and t-shirts. No need for decorum between us. She inspected my house carefully looking for any excuse to make me work a bit more. She also checked the watch I used to wear when I jogged, that took measures of time and distance, among others, to make sure that I was doing it well. She confirmed, as well, that I was using the enema at least once a day. As everything was in its proper place she gave me permission to proceed to her second orgasm.

-How do you want it today, Mistress?- I asked, curious about what would have concocted her mind.

-Well, you and I are not into girls, but I liked very much what you did the other day. Of course, I understand that it is a very intimate thing to do, and surely made you feel uncomfortable. So, if it's too disgusting for you, and you prefer the dildo, I'm fine.

-Intimate? Yes. Disgusting? Not at all. Uncomfortable? Yes, because it was my first time. I don't et it, though. Why did you like it, if you are not into girls?

-It's easy, actually. I just have to close my eyes and picture my husband.- I shrugged my shoulders. It was logical, certainly.- But I cannot ask you for that because I'm not sure that I would do the same to you.

-No? Well, I can assure you that I regret nothing, and I would gladly do it again.

-Again means once more?

-As many times as you want, Mistress. As I said, there are no regrets. Also, I'd ask you to please consider doing it at least once, if only for the experience.

-Ok!- She said after giving it a thought.- I'm in. If we make an habit of this, I'll do it for you. Promise.- We shook hands cheerfully.

At 21.00 the egg buried inside me musted be connected to the controller, and before that I would need Mistress' password as a confirmation or I would loose my release. The program would consider that I had failed the sequence and I would have to repeat it all the next week.

I went to the point. I kneeled before Carol and lowered her panties and shorts. That time I tried to do the same but a bit faster. She complained though, so I grabbed her hand and put it on my nape, same as the other day, to tell her to indicate me how did she want it. Once she was wet enough I stuck two fingers and attacked her clit. After sucking a bit on her clit, I nibbled it and she came in a sudden. Two attempts and I had got the procedure. Before I could stand up she kneeled and hugged me tightly, thanking me for scratching that itch.

She helped me make dinner after that. She insisted on her doubts and I reassured her that I had no problem and that I would do that gladly as many time as she wanted but only if she accepted doing the same at least once.

At 20.30 we went to my bedroom. I activated the device and connected it to the laptop while she opened the chest of toys in my closet and picked the stuff she saw proper. The amount of items surprised me a bit.

-All that, Mistress?

-You are going to love this, trust me.

While she typed the password I fitted the two inch leather cuffs around my wrists, and ankles. She disconnected the device from the laptop, and I covered my eyes with a leather blindfold. It had its own processor, it only lacked a keyboard. For that reason it had to be used along with a laptop, smartphone, tablet or such.

-I'm going to need your help, Mistress.

-Lay down on your belly, dear.

She fitted a small black ball gag on my mouth and plugged my ears. Blind and deaf my attention would me more focused on my pussy. Then she covered my head with a thin latex hood with only two holes for the nose, so I was twice blind.

Using a single padlock she joined the two ankle cuffs with the last link of a sturdy chain. Then she made me bend my legs, and, with another padlock joined the two wrist cuffs to another link of the chain as close to my legs as my flexibility allowed. Around my neck she fitted a two inch wide, thick brown dog collar. It was an actual dog collar bought at a pet shop. It even had two rows of short spikes all around and a tag with my name, Monique, engraved in itallics, hanging from a D ring at front. Very cute. With another padlock she joined it to another link. She would hold in her hand the excess chain, I guessed, because I didn't hear another padlock.

Only when the program allowed me full masturbatory freedom the belt was removed and I could touch my clit. It had been at least seven months since the last time.

The belt had been my idea, but Carol helped me with the specifics. Wearing it at work wasn't a part of my original plan, for example. It had thoroughly accomplished its purpose, absolute lack of control of my sexual life.

Carol connected a long wire between the control device and a slot near the middle of the crotch plate. A short wire connected the vibrating egg's to the plate on the inside. In fifteen minutes or so would start my twenty minutes of pleasure. Suddenly I felt how she left the bed and returned a bit later. I wasn't sure due to the earplugs but I was thought I could hear a vibration. After a while I heard the vibration getting close to my face. When I smelled my Mistress' essence I understood that she had been masturbating on my bed with my dildo. The same dildo that hadn't touched my pussy in months. Meanwhile I was just lying there waiting.

A while later I felt two hands spreading my buttocks and something hot and wet touched my asshole. That could only be her tongue. It was funny that the cunnilingus troubled her so much but she could lick the entrance of my anus. After that she inserted the tip of my rocket shaped vibrator, still slick with her fluids, in my pucker. The vibrations felt very good there.

From time to time she caressed my back, thighs, head, arms and even my breasts. She kept probing into the entrance of my ass with the vibrator for a few seconds and then removing it. I was so distracted that I barely noticed the egg when it started. Carol was right. At that intensity I wasn't going to orgasm. I tried to squirm, in case rubbing my mound agaist the sheets would help, but no avail. Fortunately, my beloved Mistress was there. In a quick trust she shoved half of the dildo inside my ass. I bit the ball gag because of the surprise, but she took it back quickly. When she inserted her finger I understood she wast just lubricating my entrance.

I wished I weren't blindfolded. She started to fuck my ass with her finger with a good rhythm. When she pressed her crotch against the back of my left thigh I noticed that her hand was flat holding my vibrator inside her. She was straddling my leg, and fucking my ass, while my vibrator was inside her pussy. When she started to move her hips and grind her crotch against my leg, the picture was complete.

In the end I didn't orgasmed, and she did so twice. I ranted a bit when she freed me from the gag. She comforted me as I guess friends do when one of them is horny as hell because her sexual fetish is being both chaste and a sexual toy for others. I hoped that the next week would be better.