The Black Button

By Pixel

Ever since I was aware of my sexual urges, I have been fascinated by the concept of chastity and other masochistic ideas. This fascination was peaked with the arrival on the market of the Chasti-Permalock Corporation, but when they released their latest range of products -- Chastilock Bodyform -- it became a temptation that I could not resist.

I should start off with some personal details. At the time my adventure started, I was thirty years old and working as a business analyst for a large American-Dutch financial institution. I've never considered myself to be particularly beautiful, but having said that, my 34-26-34 frame has drawn its fair share of male (and occasionally female) attention. Unfortunately, all of my lovers to date had left me feeling as though something was "missing," and these relationships all ended quickly, leaving me feeling unfulfilled and wanting.

While the idea of permanent chastity, offered by the Chastilock 2000 series of products, was a major part of my sexual fantasies, it wasn't until the Chastilock Bodyform series came along, with its ability to cause sensation through nerve induction with variable and selective sensitivity, that I realised that my darkest fantasies were now actually obtainable. In fact the Chastilock Bodyform series could realise my fantasies all by themselves but the idea of permanent and obtrusive chastity that the Chastilock 2000 series offered, was important to me too. The people at The Chasti-Permalock Corporation were very friendly and accommodating as I told them about my rather unique requirements. They were so friendly, as a matter of fact, that I didn't feel at all embarrassed about telling them about my deepest, darkest, sexual fantasies -- but then I suppose that they are used to dealing with such intimate details.

After the initial interview and psychological testing, I was taken to be measured for my purchases. Most of the measuring process was extremely unobtrusive and quick, requiring me only to undress and stand still while a 3D laser-scan measured my body. But the measuring of my oral, vaginal and anal cavities was somewhat intrusive and uncomfortable. The two weeks it took for The Chasti-Permalock Corporation to custom make my order was the longest two weeks of my life, but when the day came for my fitting I almost lost my nerve. This would be the point of no return... the first day of the rest of my life.

When I arrived, I handed over my apartment keys, so that the nice people of The Chasti-Permalock Corporation could deliver the accessories and install the larger ones, while I was fitted with the two devices that I would wear permanently.

The first device was a full-body Chastilock Bodyform. It resembled a rubber catsuit, complete with hands, feet and hood, made out of a clear yellowy brown rubber. The suit felt slimy because of the coating of lubricant, but even so, I needed help to put it on due to the snug and exacting fit. Special dildo-like devices were needed to push the internal portions of the Chatilock Bodyform into my vagina, anus and mouth.

For a little while, I felt as though I was covered in thick goo, but as the lubricants started to break down, that feeling was replaced by the feeling of being in a tight confining catsuit. The most uncomfortable part though, was the invasive presence of the suit deep in my colon, vagina and throat.

The lubricant that coated the suit contained a mild tranquilliser and I spent the next few hours in a slight daze as the Chastilock Bodyform bonded to me permanently. By the time the suit had bonded to me and melded with my skin, it felt so much a part of me that I felt as though I was naked. Before fitting the last part of my order, they gave me a full-length mirror so that I could examine myself.

I was amazed, it had only been a couple of hours, but the suit had completely and seamlessly bonded to me, and had changed colour to match my own. As with the standard model, the Chastilock Bodyform had permanently destroyed all body and facial hair but the hair on my head had already passed through the permeable suit.

As requested, the suit had padding around the breasts, giving me a more impressive 36 inch bust while the waist portion had drawn my waist in by an inch, and I was just able to see that in the rear the suit had given my buttocks a lift and shaped my legs.

As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but run my hands over my body. The presence of the suit had not affected the sense of touch in my fingers at all, and my skin felt completely natural, although smoother than before. I moved my hands to touch my enhanced breasts, and suddenly the finality of my situation began to dawn on me. To the touch, my enhanced breasts felt perfectly normal -- I had had the option of having them firm but I had chosen the slightly saggy more natural look -- but while my breasts felt real to the touch I could not feel me touch them! Although I could feel the vague sensation of movement in my breasts, I could not feel me touching them at all. I even tried pinching my now permanently erect nipples, but I felt nothing. Despite appearances, my breasts and nipples were forever denied me now.

I was about to explore my nether regions to see what sensation blocking the Chastilock Bodyform suit had done to my vagina and clitoris, but I was interrupted by an offer of coffee and a seat on an obstetrical examination table. True to the advertisements, the presence of the Chastilock Bodyform in my mouth did not interfere with the sensation of taste. While I drank my coffee, my feet were guided into the stirrups of the table and the Chastilock 2000 was inserted into my vagina. As per my request, it was not enough to be rendered chaste by the Chastilock Bodyform but I wanted my sex obtrusively and visibly blocked by a shiny gold Chastilock 2000.

Despite the insertion of a large measuring dildo two weeks ago and the fitting dildo a couple of hours ago, I was unprepared for the sensation of fullness that the Chatilock 2000 gave me. There was no doubt that even if the Chastilock Bodyform had left me with any sense of feeling down there, the metal plate of the Chastilock 2000 would afford me none. I was left in a waiting room while the Chastilocks completed their final bonding. While I sat reading a magazine and failing completely to ignore the presence between my legs, the full enormity of what I had done to myself struck me. On more than one occasion during that two-hour wait I nearly went in search of someone so that I could plead with him or her to take off the fiendish devices now fixed on my body.

When my clothes were returned to me my bra no longer fitted me and I had to discard it. With my breasts denied the sensation of touch, my blouse felt really weird. It felt as though my breasts were uncovered, which was a somewhat disturbing feeling as I walked along the streets to take the tram home, and I was couldn't help but look out for men watching me. I was well aware that I attracted the occasional glances from men in the street but now, when I saw a men looking, it felt as is I was naked.

When I got home, I found the Chastilock extras and an instruction booklet. I was expecting some of the extras, like the two remote controls and the detachable oral Chastilock 2000, but the others came as a surprise and I had no idea why I had acquired a wall-mounted full-length mirror. When I had made my purchase, I had opted for the Fantasy Deluxe option -- it costs a bit more, but they use the psychological evaluation to add tailor-made options which come as a surprise to the owner.

That night, before going to bed, I read through the instruction booklet. As requested, the two remote controls behaved slightly differently. The first was geared so that I could not use it, the proximity of the nano-centres in the Chastilock Bodyform suit would set off a proximity alert and deliver a series of punishment sensations through my Chastilock devices, I tried once and I won't be doing that again in a hurry.

The second remote was usable by me. Although some functions would automatically disable themselves when I used it, this second remote was identical to the first, except that it had an additional black button that would work for me. This black button would trigger either a random sequence of extreme pleasure or extreme pain, which once started could not be stopped. If I ever felt the need to receive some intense physical pleasure I could simply press the button but I might instead receive extreme pain. As I read on I came to the unspecified extras. First there were the additional oral chastity options.

The oral chastity device could be lock and unlocked through the remote control, a function that I was prevented from using, as I requested -- but it had other options I hadn't expected. Firstly if I wanted to use the black button, I had to first insert the oral chastity in my mouth -- the device would then lock in place until the pleasure or pain program had completed. This seemed sensible at first. It would prevent any screams of pleasure or pain escaping my mouth. But as I read on, it began to scare me a little. The vocal punishment option be active, delivering painful and debilitating shocks to my mouth, and should I attempt to make any sound at all, it would also reset the pleasure/pain program back to the beginning... a program set to run for eight hours! Furthermore, there was a small chance that every time I activated the pleasure/pain program, the oral chastity would bond permanently to me, rendering me silent forever, and to make matters worse this probability would increase if I left it too long between using the black button. I had to use the black button at least once every two weeks to keep this probability to a minimum. Although the probability was quite small, they had included the maths to show that the cumulative proabablity of regular usage was much less than the cumulative probability for infrequent use. Of course, I could choose never to use the black button, but that was what I had paid for.

Another function of the oral chastity device was that starting at 8pm every Friday, I had to place the oral device in my mouth. It would then lock in place until 8am the following Monday. This meant that I had to spend the whole weekend forcibly silenced, something that I wasn't happy with at all. Although I had some exhibitionist fantasies, they didn't extend to being seen in public wearing the oral chastity device. I was able to rationalize that the chances of the oral device being permanently locked on me was so small, but this meant being confined to my home every weekend, starting in four days time. I briefly thought of complaining to the Chasti-Permalock Corporation, but the contract that I had signed specifically gave them power of attorney to add such options. If this indignity wasn't enough, there was another weekly activity being forced on me. If I am wearing the oral chastity and standing in front of the full-length mirror, I can use the key to unlock the inner portion of the device and remove it. Although I would still be effectively silenced if I moved away from the mirror with the inner plug removed, I would receive a painful reminder to return and re-insert it or one of its siblings. On a rack by the mirror was a series inner oral plugs, but they had a strange variety of prosthetics attached to them -- brushes, mops and cleaning pads. Once a week I had to use these plugs, secured in my oral chastity, to clean my apartment. Sensors in the cleaning plugs and a computer scan of my apartment would prevent me from skimping on my cleaning, and they even provided me with a scanning device to scan another home should I ever decide to move.

As if the humiliation of having to wash my own toilet with my mouth wasn't enough, my chastity devices would also impose a uniform restriction on me. I had been provided with a stylised maid's uniform made out of black PVC for my cleaning duties. The top part of the dress left my breasts completely exposed, while the skirt portion didn't even attempt to cover my buttocks or vaginal shield. Although the uniform simply zipped up at the back, nano-centres on the inside of the uniform would anchor to nano-centres on my body, preventing its removal, while other sensors would ensure that I was wearing the uniform and nothing else but the impossible high-heeled pumps provided, which also secured themselves via nano-centres.

The final section of the booklet contained additional information about sensory alteration by nerve induction and biochemical regulation. On the whole it was information about how the Chastilock Bodyform was able to completely block certain sensory input but at the same time allowing other sensations to function as normal or even in an enhanced state. In the main, for me, this meant how my breast shields worked. Although my breast shields prevented any and all sensation of touch, something that I had already discovered felt really strange, they would allow a general sense of temperature and a variable sense of motion. The breast shields could of course induce touch-like sensations to induce pleasure or pain when I pressed the black button or as a punishment when the remote controls were used, although those functions were disabled when I used the remote.

The biochemical regulation system was described as a method of ensuring that the wearer of the devices receives the maximum benefit from the devices and that the experiences always remained fresh. This was achieved by two methods, the first was to carefully adjust the body's hormone levels up and down through the day, depending on the owner's base mood, so that all sensations are felt with maximum effect, while the second was to purge the body of hormones while the owner slept so that the body would be fully receptive to hormone delivered by the device during the day. According to the booklet, not only did this keep the experiences of the wearer "fresh" but it helped to ensure a sound night's sleep, uninterrupted by extreme dreams caused by excessive hormone levels.

I wasn't exactly sure what all this meant -- I think it was written to be deliberately vague -- but the prospect of not being haunted by sexual dreams caused by sexual frustration appealed to me. Even so I couldn't stop myself from idly stroking my metal vaginal shield as I lay in bed waiting for sleep to take me.

When I woke up the next morning I began to realise just what hormone regulation actually entailed. The booklet had said that the devices needed several hours to fully integrate with my body and that "base monitoring levels" would set themselves during my first night's sleep, thus allowing the devices' functions to operate with full effect. As soon as I got up my attention was drawn to my breasts. Every movement I made sent a jiggling and bouncing sensation through my breasts. The sensation was actually quite pleasant but somewhat distracting. I tried on all my bras in an attempt to reduce the sensations, but they were all too small now to fit my larger breasts.

I had taken the day off yesterday to be fitted with my Chastilock devices, but I was expected back at work today and therefore I wouldn't be able to go shopping for replacements -- in fact with my current work schedule, I wouldn't be able to get time off work during the week for some time, and the stipulations of the oral chastity would prevent me shopping on weekends.

By the time I had exhausted my wardrobe of bras, I was somewhat irritated but also a little aroused by the sensations and I dressed a little more provocatively than I would normally for work. The skirt I chose was a little shorter than I usually wore, and the blouse was one of my better ones. It felt so strange putting on my blouse because I could not feel the material covering my beasts at all and I actually found myself checking in the mirror a couple of times just to make sure that my blouse hadn't suddenly come undone.

When I went outside to go to work, I received quite a shock. As soon as the cool outside air hit my face and hands I also felt the same chill on my breasts, in fact I could have sworn that I even felt a breeze. Despite knowing otherwise I instinctively felt as though my breasts were exposed and, embarrassed, I put my hands to my breasts to cover them. Of course I could feel my hands on my breasts and so the feeling didn't fade, instead it sent a massive jiggling sensation through me. I don't think I could have been more embarrassed if I had actually gone out topless and then jiggled my breasts at passers-by.

Fighting my blushes I set of for the tram stop, wishing that I had selected the Chastilock Bodyform option that masked underlying body colour rather then allowing my reddened face to shine out.

By the time I got to work I started to realise what all the blurbs from the leaflet meant. I had been topless sunbathing on several occasions and I always felt a little self-conscious for a few minutes after I took my top off but got used to being topless eventually. Now though, even though I wasn't topless, I felt as though I was, and I couldn't get used to it. I could distract myself from the feelings by reading an advert on the tram for a minute or so, but as soon as my mind was free, I became aware of my "virtual" state again.

To make matters worse, my enlarged breasts and my now ever-perky nipples draw more then the usual number of male glances, and in my current mental state, the feeling of being mentally undressed was extremely acute and I found myself blushing on several occasions.

These feelings of being exposed didn't go away when I got to work. I could concentrate on my work easily enough, but as soon as my mind wandered the feelings were inescapable. Although no one in the office was bold enough to ask about my enhanced bust, I could tell from the telling glances, especially from the men in the office, that it was noticeable. I found the whole experience both humiliating and exciting, and despite myself I couldn't help thinking that everyone around me knew exactly what I had done to myself and what I was feeling.

That night when I got home I still felt exposed and also a little aroused, an arousal I could do nothing about. I thought about using the black button, but the eight hour program would still be running long past my usual bed time and I didn't want to lose most of a night's sleep. I would have even used the yellow or even red punishment buttons to destroy my arousal had that option been available to me but those buttons were denied me, as was the green "reward" button but in any case additional stimulation was the last thing I needed, if it didn't lead to orgasm.

In fact if I wanted to feel any of the wide variety of sensations my chastity devices could inflict, except using the black button or being punished for breaking the rules, I needed someone, a boyfriend, to operate the remote. Even the vaginal and oral keys would not work in my hands, with the exception of the oral key when I stood in front of the mirror. By Friday I was resigned to the constant exposed and wobbly feeling my breasts gave me. And by resigned I meant that I accepted that I could not be free of them not that they had any less of an impact on me. I still had to fight the feeling of shame every time someone looked at my breasts and I couldn't help but be on almost constant lookout for people looking. On Friday I had worked late, and I had lost track of time by the time I got home. When 8pm arrived, the first thing I knew about it was when the chastity devices made their presence felt.

Suddenly my mouth opened. In confusion, I tried to close it, but the muscles pulling my jaw down were suddenly not under my control any more. In seconds my jaw was painfully spread wide and I could do nothing about it. I wasn't quite sure what was happening until I glanced at the clock and saw the time. I realised that forcing my jaw open was a rather effective way of making me put in the oral chastity, apparently nerve induction could affect motor nerves as well as sensor nerves.

This dithering brought about another shock. Suddenly, my nipples felt as though they were caught in a vice. Instinctively my hands flew to my nipples but of course they could do nothing about the phantom clamps that were gradually increasing their grip. It took a couple of painful seconds for me to get my head together before I ran from the living room to my kitchen, and the rack by the mirror where my oral chastity device was hanging. Quickly I pushed the device into my mouth. With my jaw stretched so wide, it was quite easy to get it into my mouth and I found that the nerve induction kicked in automatically to ensure that my tongue went into the correct place.

As I pressed the faceplate home, three things happened. Firstly the pain in my nipples subsided, while the muscles in my jaw started operating the other way, forcing my teeth into the space provided for them. As my teeth sunk home, the inner portion of the device started to expand solidly, completely filling my mouth and push my jaw open almost to the point it had been before.

In a second it was all over. I looked at myself in the mirror as I felt around the edge of the faceplate. It had only taken a second, but there was absolutely no way to slip anything between the faceplate and my skin. Because nano-centre bonded directly to nano-centre, an immovable bond was accomplished instantly. I tried to move my tongue but it was now firmly fixed, immobile, in the cavity provided. My jaw was already starting to ache from being forced so wide, and I suspected that the ache would get a lot worse before it got better.

Without realising what I was doing I let out a grunt of frustration at what I had done to myself, but that was enough to trigger the silencer. Instantly my vocal chords were paralysed by an electric current and my tongue felt as though it had been punctured by a thousand hot needles. Any sexual arousal that had been left over from the day had now been completely wiped out. The pain made me try to scream but my vocal chords were still paralysed and my pained came out as nothing more than a rush of air through my nose.

When I had regained my composure I looked at myself in the mirror. The bulk of my face below my nose was covered by a shiny gold plate. The small hole just below my nose, which resembled the urination hole on my vaginal shield, was an alternative breathing hole, as well as a point where I could attach a feeding tube. Underneath the feeding/breathing hole, right at the centre of the faceplate, was the keyhole for unlocking the central plug. I had always wondered why, with all the high-tech gadgetry available the people at the Chasti-Permalock Corporation used such an apparently archaic method for securing the inner plug but as I looked at my reflection I began to understand. Sure the faceplate signified that my mouth was inaccessible but the keyhole signified more, it signified that access was available - to the key holder. It didn't matter that I didn't have a key holder, I suddenly felt overwhelmingly controlled and owned. And what made the feeling even more overwhelming was that I realised that it was the devices, which until now I had considered that I owned, which now owned me.

I spent Saturday morning moping around my apartment. The ache in my jaw still hadn't subsided and I had had difficulty sleeping as a result. Although I knew I would be punished if I did not clean my apartment before the weekend was over, I could choose when I did so -- as long as I started before midday Sunday.

My phone had rung a couple of times that morning and I almost answered it before remembering that it would be pointless, and let the answering machine take the call instead.

Even though I wasn't outside, the jiggling and exposed feeling my breasts generated had made me aroused by lunchtime, and I spent a couple of hours after my pureed, tasteless, lunch plucking up the courage to press the black button.

In hindsight it was a pointless debate, because every time since that I've seriously considered pressing the button I've eventually aroused myself enough that the pressing of the button was inevitable. Before pressing the button, I went into the bedroom, drew the curtains, stripped off and laid on the bed. Somehow I guessed that the first usage of the button would be fixed on pleasure, just in case a painful first-time experience made me unwilling ever to use the button again. I was right. At first I thought nothing was happening but gradually I became aware of the faintest of sensations gently tickling my body. Slowly these sensations grew stronger and began to focus on my neck, breasts, thighs, tummy and buttocks but seemed to deliberately avoid my nipples and vagina. The tickling sensations were surprisingly effective and in minutes I was writhing on the bed.

As time passed the sensations grew stronger and stronger and felt like thousands of kisses. The feeling of kisses slowly changed to a feeling of being stroked with a square of silk and I had to be careful not to let out a moan.

The sensations continued to grow in intensity. With most of my boyfriends I always felt that they didn't pay enough attention to foreplay and that the sexual act was always over far too quickly but now everything seemed to be taking far too long.

I tried to help the process along by fondling myself but I still couldn't induce any sensation in my breasts through my efforts and my vagina was shielded from me. Even the attention I paid to my thighs and buttocks seemed shallow compared to what my chastity devices were doing to me. By accident I glanced at the clock, two hours had passed and I was more aroused than I had ever been before but I hadn't achieved and orgasm. Even though my own efforts to help things along had proved futile I could not stop fondling myself. "I must look like some sex-crazed whore." I thought to myself.

The sensations had now moved to my nipples and vagina, and they grew in intensity to the point of feeling like pinches. For a moment I thought that I must actually be feeling the pain program for a moment, or that the program had gone wrong somehow, but the pinching of my nipples wasn't particularly hard but was very erotic in nature. I tried to moan with desire, remembering too late the penalty for trying to make a noise. Instantly my throat was paralysed with pain and my tongue felt as though it was being grated. My nipples suddenly felt as though they had been cut off and a searing jolt of electricity ripped through my vagina. I tried to cry out again but received another wave of searing pain. The program had been running for four hours and now it would start again.

The program started again, from the beginning. I realised the danger of making another sound, and tried to fight the arousal in order to try and keep control but the program started out differently and with merciless effectiveness. Soon, I was the sex-crazed whore again. After five hours, it was well into the evening by now. I had missed supper, but with the pleasure program running there was no way to move coherently let alone navigate from the bedroom to the kitchen. By now, the chastity devices were simulating a massive thrusting cocking ramming in and out of me. At first, it had started off as just a gentle motion, but now it was almost brutal -- but I loved every simulated thrust. Suddenly and uncontrollably I started to orgasm and despite my best efforts I tried to scream at my pleasure.

My orgasm was instantly cut off in the most brutal manner and I was silently weeping as the program started from the beginning again. It was almost midnight by now and I realised that I wouldn't be getting any sleep that night.

As the program worked on me ruthlessly, different enough to make resistance useless, my arousal grew as it commanded. This second shock hadn't dissipated my arousal as completely as the first and I hoped that my orgasm would come quicker than before but the program was very clever and it controlled my arousal completely and resigned myself to being the plaything of the chastity devices that owned me. When my orgasm finally did come, I was detached mentally from what was happening to me body. Although my body felt physical pleasure, my mind rejected it. I no longer wanted the orgasm my body was having. I had heard that some women actual orgasm despite themselves when they are raped and I wondered whether I was feeling a part of that horror now. Fortunately, this detachment helped me keep silent as I climaxed, and the program did not restart -- I just wept silently as my body convulsed.

Foolishly, I thought that the program would finish once I had orgasmed but I was wrong. The sensations subsidised slightly while my orgasm completed. Before my arousal could start to subside though, I suddenly felt an intense vibration in my clitoris and I realised with horror that the program was continuing.

Over the next three hours, I orgasmed three or four times an hour. With each orgasm, the program increased in brutality. I hoped that the brutality being inflicted on me would destroy my arousal, but the program was very clever and it dropped off just enough when it sensed my arousal lessening, only to start up again when it had regained control.

When the program finally finished, I was convinced that my breasts and vagina must have been ripped to shreds and be nothing more than a bloody mess under the chastity suit -- but I also knew that it had all been done through nothing more substantial than nerve induction.

The most horrifying thing, though, at the end, was that despite being so brutalised - raped - the program had cut off right in the middle of arousing me to another orgasm, an orgasm I could now not achieve. The pleasure program had been one of the most horrific things I had ever experienced but it had broken me and I wanted more. I screamed. I don't mean I tried to scream. I actually screamed. I even heard a muted sound come from the faceplate of my oral chastity. The silencer had cut in and the pain in my mouth, nipples and clitoris was extreme, but I was so determined to scream that even that didn't stop me. So brutalised was I that my arousal didn't even abate. Even though the morning light was streaming though a crack in the curtains and I was uncontrollably aroused, as soon as I stopped screaming all sensation in my vagina and breasts stopped and I was so exhausted that I lost consciousness in minutes.

I was awoken by a severe clamping pain in my nipples. Consciousness was quickly and brutally forced upon me and I realised that it must be midday, time to clean my apartment.

I staggered on shaky feet to the kitchen. Once I was near the mirror the pain lessened but did not disappear completely. In fact as I stood there looking at myself I felt the pain growing in intensity. I knew the pain would grow until I was forced to comply.

I took the PVC maid's uniform off its hanger, unzipped the back and stepped into it. I zipped up the back and wriggled a little to get the top to sit firmly under my breasts, as the leaflet instructed. Once in place, I suddenly felt the uniform become immobile on me and I knew that it was now on for the duration.

As the uniform locked on me, the pain lessened but continued to increase until I had slipped on the high-heel pumps. Once the pumps were locked in place, the pain in my nipples stopped. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror. Before me I saw my old self with large tits and obscene nipples, gold covered plates covering my cunt and mouth, and wearing a uniform designed to emphasise my predicament rather than hide it.

I felt a vibration in my mouth, not painful but not pleasant either, the oral device was telling me to get on with the cleaning. I used the key to unlock the inner oral plug, which I placed in a vacant slot on the rack,.and then I selected one of the cleaning plugs. I chose a cleaning pad for kitchen surfaces, and pushed it into the vacant cavity until it locked in place.

Despite myself I looked in the mirror again and saw that I had been reduced to little more than a mop.

As I moved to started my chores, tottering on the high heels, I became intensely aware of my naked and bouncing breasts as well as exposure of my arse and chastity plates. I found myself feeling, at the same time, exposed, aroused, humiliated and ashamed. The people at The Chasti-Permalock Corporation had thoughtfully provided a set of mini steps so that I could reach to high places, because my cleaning reach was now determined by where my head could go plus the few precious inches of the cleaning head of the plugs away from my face.

As I dipped the cleaning head into cleaning solution, I got an unpleasant surprise. I could taste the cleaning fluid! Sensors in the cleaning head must be passing impulses back to the nerves in my tongue. Normally it wouldn't be wise to inject the kitchen strength cleaning fluid but the fluid wasn't actually in my mouth and thus any caustic or toxic effect was irrelevant. Even so my mind was filled with the horrors of taste I was about to subject myself to.

True to my worst fears I got to know the taste of every part of my apartment over the next few hours. Cleaning the kitchen cupboards tasted greasy while the kitchen surfaces tasted vaguely of the raw food that had been prepared there. Apart from the floors, the bath was the worst as the taste of the bath scum was disgusting. I kept thinking that I would wretch, so horrid was the taste, but that reaction seemed to be suppressed by the oral chastity device.

Fortunately I always kept my toilet clean as a matter of course, and so the only taste I got from there was the taste of water and the impossible taste of bleach. Having said that, sticking my head down my toilet to clean it, with my arse sticking in the air and wearing the silly uniform was horribly humiliating. I had quickly realised that the sensations of nakedness and vulnerability were being deliberately exaggerated and maintained by the chastity devices, and I felt completely degraded. Even being forced to clean and sweep the floors with my head, while crawling on my hands and needs around my apartment, paled into insignificance when compared to cleaning the toilet, but there was one more horror in store.

After I had cleaned everything, I returned to the mirror, unlocked the toilet brush and put back in the standard plug. I expected to feel the uniform and shoes come unlocked, but instead I felt the vibrating sensation in my mouth again.

Deep inside me I knew that I hadn't cleaned everything, but it wasn't until the vibrating became almost painful that I conceded defeat and selected another cleaning plug. I had to clean the windows.

Even though my apartment was on the sixth floor of a tower block, there were other apartment blocks with apartments that overlooked mine. And although the chances of someone looking in were probably remote, they didn't seem that way. Up until this point, I had spent the whole weekend with the curtains drawn, or carefully avoiding stepping near the windows. Now, that had to change.

Whether I was seen cleaning the inside of the windows with my mouth while wearing the demeaning uniform, I do not know but nothing I could do or think about could distract me from how naked and exposed I felt. If the jiggling of my breasts as I moved felt five times more acute crawling around on all fours with them swinging under me, compared to how they felt during the week, they felt even more acute, bouncing up and down as I cleaned my windows in full view of half of the city.

When my ordeal was finally over, I was allowed to get out of my uniform and go about the rest of my weekend as best I could. With the ordeal over I started crying.

Crying, not because of the humiliation I had felt, but because the experience had aroused me horribly. I pureed a meal as sucked it down, hoping that I would calm down given enough time but it was not to be, and I found myself drawn inexorably to the bedroom and the black button. Luckily, I was rewarded by the pleasure program again, and my experiences from the previous night helped me remain silent throughout the whole self-inflicted ordeal.

I hoped that the previous night would prepare me for the horror of the sexual assault being inflicted on me but this was not to be. The program was different again, and although it controlled my arousal levels ruthlessly, its variation kept me off guard and I had no option to but to endure whatever the program did to me.

It was 2am when the program finally finished. Again I was left exhausted and horny and to my horror I had to fight off the urge to press the black button one more time.

I woke early on Monday morning. It would be 8am before the oral chastity device would unlock, if it unlocked at all. After all I had used the black button twice.

Time would not permit me the luxury of waiting until 8 before having breakfast, so I had to have a pureed meal once more. When 8:00 arrived, I felt the oral chastity device in my mouth contract and I gratefully removed it. By now the constant ache of having the device in my mouth had subsided but now my mouth ached when I closed it. Even so, I was ever so glad to be able to close my mouth again.

The week went by fairly uneventfully. Every day, I had to contend with the ever-present sensations of movement from my breasts and the feeling of being exposed, even though I wasn't. At night, I found myself thinking about the black button and had to fight off the urge to use it. As the week wore on, I realised that despite its brutality, the black button had delivered exactly what I wanted and what I needed. And that I now needed and wanted it more.

When Friday came around, I managed to manage my time better, and I was able to have a nice meal before my jaw opened up and demanded to be filled. I chose to do my cleaning on Saturday, this time. I reasoned that people would be more likely to be out shopping on a Saturday morning than on a Sunday evening, and therefore the chance of being seen while cleaning the windows would be reduced. I also reasoned that doing it on Saturday would give me more time to get over the ordeal. I hoped against all reason that the ordeal of cleaning wouldn't have such a profound effect on me this week, but by the end of it I felt horny and ashamed again, and the black button loomed.

After pressing the black button, this time the stimulation to my body was much more rapid and I thought that this was just another variation of the pleasure program -- but when the pinching started, I realised that I was now stuck in the pain program, and more then 7 hours of the program remained! My arousal quickly dissipated as the ruthless pinching continued and it was completely gone when I felt something clamp tightly on my clitoris. A period of vicious, rhythmic clamping of my nipples and clitoris was followed by a period of sharp pin jabs to my breasts, vagina and arse. When the pin jabs started on my arse I jumped up and rolled over onto my front, only to roll back again when they returned to my breasts. It took all my concentration to keep myself from screaming, and I was constantly leaping around trying to find some way to alleviate the pain. When the sharp pin jabs suddenly started on the inside of my vagina I tried to scream. My whole body felt as though it was on fire and an electrical shock paralysed my whole body and the program started from the start.

The second time around I managed to remain silent, but the pain was so intense at times, that I prayed to lose consciousness, or even to die, but even when it felt as though I was being whipped across my breasts and vagina with a barbed whip while my nipples felt as though they were the focus of hate for a swarm of wasps, I did not. When the program finally ceased I cried silently for an hour, before going to sleep.

The following week, I was still too traumatised by the pain program to risk the black button, and I spent the weekend in horny frustration and humiliation. Deep down though, the thought of being horny but too scared to do anything about it was realising my darkest fantasy, and the perverse pleasure I derived from the horror of my situation fuelled the fires of my desire. On the second weekend, the fear of the increased chance of the oral chastity device bonding permanently to me, coupled with my frustration outweighed my fear of the pain program, and I use the black button again.

The program quickly started arousing my and I feared that I had triggered the pain program again but the pain never came. Instead the program chose to excite me quickly to the verge of orgasm and then keep me there of what seemed like forever. When two weeks ago I had been clawing at my breasts and vagina, trying to rip out the devices that were causing me such pain, I was now doing the same trying to get at my intimate parts so that I could bring myself to orgasm. Soon the withholding of orgasm became a torture in itself and even then the program carried on for an age, before pushing me over the edge. As the program continued to brutally drive me to orgasm after orgasm, what was left of my perverse mind began hatch a plan. Although it was difficult to get the presence of mind together to focus on the clock and work out when the program would end I managed to get to within 15 minutes before deliberately trying to scream. My plan was to continue the brutal pleasure program, without incurring the risk of the pain program or permanent oral chastity. What happened though was not what I had in mind.

As I hoped, the pleasure program started from scratch, but it started in a mode that I hadn't been informed about and certainly hadn't requested. The sexual stimulus took on a whole new level of brutality, and some of the elements of the pain program were active too. The virtual cock inside me felt as though it was covered in sharp studs that were tearing me apart as I was driven to orgasm, and my breasts felt as though they were being boiled. When my orgasm came it was almost lost in the waves of pain I was experiencing but the violation of my body continued. Before, the program had always reduced its level of stimulation just after I orgasmed but not it continued unabated. I passed out before the program completed and when I awoke I just spent the rest of the weekend huddled in a corner of my bedroom, emerging only to toilet and to eat. I didn't know whether it was because of the timing or because it had somehow detected that my scream was deliberate but I new that I would never try that again.

For almost a month after "my rape", as I thought of it, I stayed away from the black button. I did what was required of me at the weekends, but the sexual thrill was largely gone. After a month, though, the ever-present sexual stimulation of my mind that my predicament caused won through, and I used the black button again. I was actually relieved when I found myself having to endure the standard pain program once more.

After that weekend, my life pretty much fell into a pattern. I tended to use the black button every couple of weeks. Mostly I used it at the weekend, when I already had the oral chastity device in me. My mouth still ached every Friday when I put the oral device in me but the main reason for keeping the black button to weekends was to avoid disturbing my sleep during the week.

Whenever I decided to use the black button it was always a fearful time for me. Despite myself, I would debate it in my head for a hour or more before giving in. I both loved and hated what the black button would do to me, and even the pain was better than feeling nothing between my legs, sometimes.

For weeks, I never seemed to have the time to buy some new bras, and when I finally did find the time to go shopping, I found myself strangely reluctant to make a purchase. I realised that feeling of public exhibitionism and humiliation was actually something I craved, especially as nobody knew anything about it except me.

My enhanced breasts had attracted some male attention, too, and the gradual realisation about my darker self made me accept a date -- something that I never thought that I would do again. Dating with hidden chastity devices on you can make dating a little awkward. I had not really thought of the consequences of a relationship, until he started fondling my breasts in a nightclub one even. And even then, I only noticed his attentions because the jiggling sensation in my breasts had changed.

That same evening I went home with him and gave him a blow-job. He was very grateful but viewed that as only the prelude to the main event. In the end, he settled for a second blow-job instead of full-blown sex. All the while, I wished that I had my oral chastity device fitted, not because of the taste of his manhood, but because I secretly wanted his usage of me to be totally his decision.

After the next date, I invited him home with me. Beforehand, I had written up an "owner's manual" for me, detailing basics of my chastity devices as far as they pertained to his pleasure. Once inside, I presented him with the manual, the remote without the black button, the chastity keys and a set of my apartment keys. For some reason I was more worried about handing over my apartment keys then my chastity keys and remote -- after all the latter presented the greater vulnerability.

Things were quite awkward as he read my manual and for several minutes afterwards, but I draped myself over him and started to play with his cock. Eventually, he unlocked my inner vaginal plug and used me. Although I found him physically attractive, I was hardly ever significantly sexually aroused in his presence, and he gradually got used to using me solely for his pleasure, without regard to mine. Even though I gained no sexual satisfaction from our sexual acts, I found myself eager, even desperate, to pleasure him. Whether it was orally, orally with the oral chastity in place or vaginally, it made no difference. If I did have a preference, it was to be used vaginally. To know that he was deep inside me and that he was fondling my breasts, yet I could feel nothing and that no matter how close he held me I could feel no real intimacy, satisfied me deeply.

Once he seemed comfortable with our relationship, I invited him to spend the weekend with me. I had discovered that if I started the cleaning before the Sunday midday deadline, the chastity devices did not punish me for taking a break. I could not take off the uniform, but I could remove the cleaning plugs and put back in the normal plug. That weekend I put on the cleaning uniform at 8 on Friday but did not start the cleaning. Jack (As good a name as any) had locked a remote leash to my vaginal plug and kept me on it all weekend, and using my oral cavity when the mood took him.

Unfortunately Jack's heart was never really in the relationship. My perversions just didn't do it for him and we broke up. You never know how someone will behave when your relationship ends, until it ends. Fortunately, Jack was a honourable man and he returned all my keys and remotes without a fuss.

As the weeks rolled by, the effect of the Chastilock Bodyform on my psyche became evident to me. I noticed that I was talking less, quite often only talking when necessary and to be polite. Calls to friends were put off, sometimes for days, and I started to eat lunch alone, rather than chatting with work-mates. Having to experience such intense emotions on a regular basis and being forced to remain silent at the same time made speaking about trivial matters ridiculous. I bought a gag from a sex-shop so that I could gag myself at home on weekdays and I wore it most evenings.

I made no further attempt to find a boyfriend after "Jack" but that didn't stop me seeking out sexual activity, of a sort. Typically I would go to a seedy bar and find some stranger to give a blow-job to. Sometimes I managed this without speaking even once.

Epilogue

The time finally came when the usage of the black button finally triggered the permanent bonding of my oral chastity device. At first I was distraught and cried for several hours, but in truth its what I secretly always wanted. Besides, I had never gotten used to the ache it caused having to keep taking it out and putting back in again.

Going out for the first time with my mouth sealed was an occasion I'll never forget. People now stared at my face more than my breasts, or rather looked at my face first. As always I was deeply humiliated by this, and therefore sexually aroused too and I used the black button almost daily, for a while. Unfortunately, my job required a significant amount of verbal communication and I was fired soon after I lost the use of my mouth.

Finding new work was difficult but in the end I agreed to work for a leisure company that specialised in employing people with Chastilock devices fitted. I now work for the woman who runs the leisure facility, a brothel. She didn't bother to tell me her name -- after all I can't speak it -- but I think of her as Mistress, or perhaps Owner.

I spend most weekday evenings working in the brothel with the inner plugs removed from both my vaginal and facial devices. I like this, because it makes me look like nothing more than some sort of expensive fuck-doll. Patrons of the brothel get to use me as they wish, without charge -- the price of admission is enough to rent me.

If there is a spill at work that needs cleaning up, Owner puts in the appropriate cleaning plug and makes me clean it up. Sometimes Owner makes me clean just for the entertainment of the patrons. I get to be on all fours, cleaning up whatever mess they've decided to make for me, while the patrons laugh and jeer at me. Most Fridays, I am locked into a display cage and the black button pressed. I then spend the whole evening writhing in silent agony or ecstasy for the delight of the patrons.

I've moved out of my apartment, and I now live with my Owner. Now, once a week, I have to clean her much larger apartment, and sometimes Owner attaches a vaginal leash and makes me clean the brothel. I have long since learned to tolerate, and even enjoy, the taste of the stale vaginal and seminal fluids that seem to cover most of the brothel.

When my oral chastity is not otherwise occupied, Owner normally keeps a plug in my oral chastity that has a large penis-dildo attached to it. I find it quite humiliating to have to wear it, especially around the brothel, but Owner often leaves it for days on end. Like the cleaning plugs, I can taste through this cock-plug and have no options but to taste all the women that I service, especially Owner. The cock-plug has a feeding hole, which means that I get the luxury of tasting the liquid food Owner gives me when I'm wearing the cock-plug.

Over time, Owner has bought several outfits for me to wear from The Chasti-Permalock Corporation. Like my cleaning uniform, they lock on to me and they are very revealing. They always make me feel naked and humiliated. I wouldn't take them off, even if I could. Although I am devoted to Owner's pleasure, I still love to be used by men in my vaginal chastity. I love to go through the motions of such an intimate and stimulating act, but all the while feeling nothing.