She would need a couple of weeks to remodelate her new house. As she had already paid the full monthly rent for her current apartment, waiting wouldn't be an issue. She spent those weeks busying herself with several projects.

The super sexy attire of the other day hadn't accomplished what she expected. She certainly got a couple of looks of admiration, which was what she was aiming for, but she mostly got desdain, insults and mockery. So she decided to explore her erotic dimension, the one that had been repressed all her life, in another direction.

Instead of short and revealing she went to another type of shop, long and tight fitting. She bought a pair of tight jeans, that didn't make walking easy, but produce interesting effects in combination with the rings on her labia and clit. Happy with the looks of her ass and legs she bought more items of the same fashion. She found as well tops that hugged her waist and outlined her bust while being opaque enough to not technically show anything. That day the looks she got where quite different. Not a single jaw dropped to the floor unlike the other day but the men followed her with their eyes and talked to her in a very kind tone. Along the years prior, when she used to wear long skirts, baggy pants and ample sweaters, she was almost invisible for men. After so many years, being noticed and appreciated was a huge change, if not exactly what she desired, those looks of desperate thirst that the slave in her favourite comic got from all the men around. Still she liked what she got and decided to adhere to that style, long and tight fitting, for the moment, so she bought a lot more of garments that week. She would do short, transparent and bondage-y some other day.

Aside from that she also applied to a prestigious dance academy where she would be able to learn to do properly what she loved. She also reached an agreement with the owner of a small cabaret bar. She would be allowed to dance there whenever and whatever she wanted. She would do it for free, only getting paid if the number of customers grew notably. She wasn't looking for money anyways, but the drooling, jaw dropping mouths, or the applauses. Interestingly she had found that cabaret following Rama's advices. Apparently he knew somebody that knew somebody. Also following his advices she invested in serveral businesses across the city hoping to someday get a steady stream of money. Not that she needed it at the moment but maybe in the future.

They talked a lot along those weeks. He always equally mysterious, opportune, accurate, kind, polite and handsome. Never asking anything. She didn't understand him. If he was flirting, it was the most subtle way she had ever seen. And effective, because whenever she masturbated his face popped up in her mind. If a jealous three thousand years old idol weren't forcing her into chastity she would consider entusiastically inviting him to deflower her.

Once the reforms where done and all her stuff had been moved to her new house, she was ready to officially settle in. She decided to celebrate the day with a special event. For that she went to a specially well equiped adult shop that Rama had recommended.

She was looking for a two items, a dildo and a penis gag. The first night in her new house she was going to lose her anal and oral virginity at once, she decided. The first was not for her pussy, the mesh wouldn't allow it, but for her ass. She bought a dildo with the shaft divided in eight sections. The clerk explained that with the controller, hanging at the end of a short cable from the dildo, she could decide size and speed. The section at the base would widen, then the next section, and the next one and so on, the tip section being the last one. Then the tip would contract, following the sequence in the opposite direction. From its normal size of half an inch wide, it could grow to either one inch, one and a half, or two, determined by the hanging controller. It would feel as if a penis was fucking her. For the speed of the sequence the controller had also three levels. From the base of the dildo hung some leather straps that had to be cinched around the wearer's crotch and waist, otherwise holding the dildo inside would be very difficult. It wasn't designed for the ass, but Hannah had no choice. The second item was a gag shaped like the glans of a penis, two inches long and thick, in the middle of a leather strap.

Righ after paying she saw in the bondage section of the shop an assistant history teacher she knew from college. She was infamous in part because one day she had drunkenly admitted that she was in BDSM relationship with a woman, but also for her clothing style. She used to wear corsets and bodices over and under the blouse, sometimes in plain sight, and long ankle length skirts as if she were living in a past era. She also wore a wide leather slave collar barely disguised under her uneffective kerchieves. In all she was the victim of many unkind comments and rummors. Instead Hannah appreciated her bravery, and while she had never dared to talk to her, she considered her sort of a member of the same kinky club.

That was a good day to be adventurous so she decided to make her an acquaintance. Also her tight leather trousers were pressing on her labial and clit rings. Added to the chain she had threaded through the labial, clitoral and umbilical rings that was pulling on all of them every time she moved. Added to her erect nipples, that passing though the holes on the middle of the cups of her bra, were all the time rubbing the fabric of her pullover. In all, she was quite horny.

-Excuse me, ma'am. You were the assistant of one of my teachers, yes? I'm Hannah.- She introduced herself offering her hand.

-Yes.- The teacher took the ex-student's hand.- I know you.- She said after giving it a thought.- Graduated with honors. Your hair is different.

-Yes it is. And you are not covering your collar anymore.

-No need, everybody knew.

-See, I'm moving into my new house today.- Hannah broke the half a minute awkward silence after that sudden and honest exhange.- I haven't invited any friend yet.

-Well, I...

-I can show you my bondage stuff.- She said not bothering to be subtle, attracting the attention of several clients around and making the thirty years old teacher blush.- Maybe cover you in chains.

-Please, stop.

-Maybe punish you with my bullw...

-Stop this weird blackmail thing! I'll go, shut up!- She cut her.- I'm Joanne, by the way.

During dinner they compared interests. Then Hannah showed Joanne the contents of the shed, and her many body modifications, except for the chastity mesh, that thanks to the chain threaded through her labial rings, keeping them tightly closed, was not visible. Instead she explained that she had cut a deal with a person that had helped her very much and she was not allowed to have sexual intercourse for the moment. Furthermore she was not allowed to have her pussy penetrated by anything at all, not even her own fingers. Joanne wondered how would that person know if Hannah had stuck a finger in her own pussy, but she didn't ask, she was the least appropriate person to question other people's life choices. Hannah also told her about the slave of the comic, and how much she wanted to be like her. After that Joanne was ready to open herself. She had a very specific fantasy, being kidnapped, chained, and raped by a bunch of rude men. She had done the chaining part with her friend and occasional reluctant mistress, Marmara. The kidnapping and raping parts posed quite an issue. Either it was real and therefor dangerous and unpredictable, or it was consensual and faked and therefor pointless.

She explained that after many trials and errors thay had found an equilibrium. Being chained in and uncomfortable manner, either because of the posture or the duration was an element that worked. She used to spend many hours under heavy bondage when at home. As the raping part was impossible they instead resorted to controlled masturbation. On a daily basis she weared a chastity belt under her clothes. A steel plate over her lips hung from the steel belt thanks to a pair of thin chains. A third chain joined the triangle of steel to the back of the belt. On the inside it had a layer of a silken-like material. As it was rather thin and light it could be worn under normal clothes. Also there was no padlock, but a slot in the front of the belt to insert the key. Her friend Marmara decided when would she be either allowed or forced to masturbate. She hadn't been fucked in the last years because she didn't want anybody to know about her kinky life style. Hannah was happy to having met another chaste person, because she didn't feel alone anymore.

-What if I hold the keys to your sex and decide when, how and by whom you get fucked?

-What?- Joanne was startled by Hannah boldness.- Marmara is already doing that.- Instead of simply saying no she put an excuse because the idea was somehow intriguing.

-But she doesn't like it, you said. She's doing what you ask. I could be different. I could bring in friends to fuck you. She is not doing that, right?

-No, eh... She's the shy type and doesn't know many people.- That wasn't exactly true but was true enough.- But, no! Hey! You cannot bring people to fuck me!- She realized she was not giving the most recommendable answers.

-Are you sure you understand how rape works?- Joanne grabbed her jacket and got up. Hannah tried a different approach.- Ok, calm down. We can help each other, right? I help you with your fantasies and you help me with mine.- Joanne sat down again.- I've been reading about BDSM since I was a kid. I can do things that Marmara might not.

-What kind of things?

-Well, just... Let's just say that you give me your key and I'll do your fantasy as real as possible. I will rape you in the sense that I'll decide how and if you get fucked. I cannot tell you much more, so you won't know what to expect.

-My friend, Marmara, will protect me if you go too far. She has more resources than you'd think.- Joanne said after doing calculations in her head.

-Again, as I said, this thing goes in both directions. I help you and you help me. We'll have to trust each other. Agreed?

Later that day, alone, kneeling in her brand new bed, she managed to gag herself after several failed attempts, and many coughs. She imagined her ideal lover, that happened to have Rama's face, standing in front of her, with his hands around her nape, gently pushing in. She clumsily pleasured his lover with her tongue, showing that she was his, and making him hers.

Then she lubed the dildo and inserted it slowly in her ass, cinching the straps. It wasn't much thicker than a thumb so with patience and care she could get in half of its length. Then she activated it on its softer configuration. She imagined Rama grabbing her hips and penetrating her at a steady robotic rythm. It hurt and she shut it off. While the gag was uncomfortable and restricted her breath, it felt damn erotic. The dildo was too strong for her and ruined the fantasy. She would practice more the next day, because that night she still had to spread her lower labia and make music with the magic wand and the web of metal that was keeping her chaste.

Only a couple of days later, Joanne's chastity belt's key hung from a golden necklace around Hannah's neck that she made sure was visible all the time, although she hadn't told anybody why.