Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 7:

From that day on, I spent my days shoeless and chained and I spent my nights smoldering, gagged and handcuffed. My hallucinations began to increase in frequency.

Two days later when I was sitting, writing an obituary, a small animated cartoon popped up in the lower righthand side of my screen. At first I thought it was that annoying paper clip that used to pop up all the time when using MS Office products, but when I looked at it, I realized that instead of a paper clip, it was a chastity belt. The chastity belt, though, had simple round eyes with fuzzy brows that hovered in the air over the faceplate. Blocky white gloves and thick white boots enabled the chastity belt to dance around and gesticulate with impunity. I began clicking around it trying to make it go away.

"Hi, subGrrl," it said in a rich, masculine voice. "How are you today?"

I looked over towards NemesisGirl out of the corner of my eye. She was absorbed in something. I decided that the voice had not come from my speakers. I continued dragging my mouse around trying to select and cut the image off my screen. The cartoon jumped around non-plussed.

"You know how these stories go, don't you, subGrrl? You've read so many of them recently, after all..." the chastity belt said. "As the story goes along, the heroine finds herself trapped in ever more restrictive bondage. By the end, something permanent is applied and the poor girl is left to eternally wallow in her unfulfilled desires. It's a very effective and natural plot progression. It matches life so well after all."

I saved the document that I was working on and tried to shut down the application. Still the chastity belt was there.

"So, let's see... At first there was just a cage. Now, you're gagged, handcuffed, chained... You know where your story is headed, don't you, subGrrl? I bet that Lisianski is checking your measurements right now and purchasing a chastity belt for you to stew in - a big, bulky heavy one..."

I decided that I would try to reboot my machine.

"I have a suggestion for you. Beat her to the punch! Take me!"

"Fucking machine!" I mumbled under my breath. NemesisGirl looked over at me. "This operating system takes forever to reboot!" I explained. She smirked and turned back to her work.

"The way I see it," the animated chastity belt continued, "if you wait for Lisianski, that would be kind of like being set up for an arranged marriage. That's where I come in. I'm here to woo you. I'm here to make you fall in love with me."

Then the chastity belt began to sing. "Crazy. I'm crazy for feeling so lonely..."

The operating system seemed to have shut down, but the chastity belt was still there, singing. I twisted the screen around and reached for the power cable.

"Wait!" the chastity belt screamed. "Look at me! I'm small and compact. No one will ever know that I'm with you. You'll still be able to wear that bikini on the beaches in the south of France! That's because I won't actually be locked on you - more like, installed. I don't have a bulky locking mechanism. I mate for life. They'll bury us together."

"Fuck that!" I whispered and yanked the power cord from the monitor.

When I turned the monitor back around, I emitted a short scream. The chastity belt had stepped out of the screen and was now standing on my desk in technicolor 3D.

"Hey!" the chastity belt said waving a fat gloved hand. "I see you're naked now."

"What?! Eeee!"

I jumped back from the desk rolling in my chair. Sure enough I was stark naked. Well, almost. The collar was still locked around my neck and my chain leash snaked down between my breasts, across my lap, between my legs, and around the edge of the seat. I covered my nudity as best as I could with my hands.

"You're beautiful, subGrrl! Here! Let Old Steely place an eternal kiss upon your nether lips. I promise to love and tease you for the rest of your life." He puckered his lips.

"I'm going to beat that squiggley mouth right off your faceplate!" I grabbed the keyboard and raised it to attack the chastity belt.

"subGrrl!!!"

I froze and turned to NemesisGirl who was staring at me with a wrinkled brow and well-turned frown. Using only my eyes, I scanned around the cubicle to see if "Old Steely" was still around (he wasn't), if I had clothes on or not (I did).

"Heh heh! Computer problems..." I smiled as I slowly, cautiously settled back into my chair.

"Ok! Well! You're talking to yourself again. It's very distracting! And loud!" NemesisGirl complained as she turned back to her desk. "We'll need to fix that, I think... Tomorrow..."