Locked Mystery
Part Two
On her return to her seat the cafe was quieter. She took a moment to assess the remaining clientele. Most seemed to be in groups or pairs. Everyone seemed preoccupied. It felt surreal that somebody here could be her keyholder.
She finished her coffee and wondered what to do next. She had a fleeting moment of panic, realising that her options were limited by a stranger. She took a deep breath. This was along the lines they had discussed. It was just faster and more complete than expected. She had complied with his instructions from the start. She pulled out her phone and tapped out a message. ‘On and locked. I am yours to command’.
Her choice of words made her feel better. Willing and owning her new situation. She thought back to their relationship until today. The periods of chastity, the exchanged photographs, their meeting of minds. This was what she wanted. It was the next step. It was still terrifying. The unknown elements were significant. But, maybe this wouldn’t be too different.
The most pressing difference was the way she hung on his reply. She stared at the screen willing a message to appear. She was surprised to realise this simple act was making her aroused. The new cage felt restrictive, more unforgiving in response to her swelling. The descending musical notes played back in her mind. She needed to know what happened next.
‘Good girl. On your way out tell the waitress you are here to pick up the bag your friend left here yesterday. Say Bob sent you.’
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She was home. On the drive back she had been able to push thoughts of her new situation out of her mind but now, sitting at her kitchen table staring at the mysterious bag, she was full of trepidation and doubts. The bag was from a boutique lingerie store. Even the packaging looked expensive. So far all she knew was that the bag contained glossy looking grey boxes with purple, embroidered ribbon. The largest box had a small white sticker on the edge facing the top which read ‘Open when told!’ so she had not investigated further. Instead she sat staring at the bag with her phone on the table in front of her, wondering if she should just go about her day or wait.
Waiting was difficult. She was constantly aware of the different feel of her new chastity device. It was heavier, tighter, it moved differently and she knew so little about it. She pulled out the small velvet bag it came in and studied it. There was a metal tag stitched to one corner with a tiny stylised logo on it. She could just make out the word GAOLTIME. A quick search found a website, but it was again very stylised. Some very glossy pictures of similar products, some marketing blurb which read more like magazine introductions to chastity than anything useful and a scrolling product gallery.
This electronic version of the product was not on their website, but similar lock and key products were expensive and made to last. They were a bespoke manufacturer. Ordering required sending them an email and getting a detailed quote, so the prices were approximate, but comparing these to her old cage, which now lay within the plush velvet bag, she could have bought ten of them for the price of their basic model.
She tried further searches for any sign of an electronic model, or an available app, but there was limited information available. A few happy customers on a couple of forums, a few responses mostly enthusing about how good they looked but how expensive they were, nothing that could help her.
Her searching was beginning to make her nervous. If this was a prototype, was she wearing an untested product? She remembered the disconcerting way it had automatically gripped her and imagined it buzzing into life. She decided to get some lunch and try and put it out of her mind again. No sooner was she tucking into a sandwich she began receiving messages.
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Downloading the app from the link he provided revealed a similarly stylish interface. She experimented with the options. Creating a profile was easy, pairing the device required a code which looked relatively straightforward, but did require pulling down her panties and looking at the screen. She realised that she had been avoiding studying the chastity cage since she put it on.
On close inspection she noticed the same small embossed logo on the side panel of the screen, and a narrow-covered slot that was probably for a battery. She was struck by how well made it seemed, now that she could look at it in the light of the window. The shiny metal of the cage looked like stainless steel. Pairing went painlessly. Impatiently she searched the app for a means of emergency release as he left her panties around her thighs.
‘Unauthorised release attempt - Keyholder required’ flashed up, and the same message scrolled across the screen.
The app didn’t seem to have a help section, and the info page worryingly suggested the software was in beta testing, which explained the hoops she had needed to jump through to install it.
She looked through the other messages he had sent. One contained a photo of her walking back to her car. It felt vaguely sinister that he had been close enough to take it and yet she had seen nobody in the car park. The whole situation was beginning to make her feel less certain.
The final message gave her permission to open her ‘presents’. She eyed the bag and couldn’t help imagining the lingerie they might contain. Maybe things weren’t too bad.
Next Part Soon
Part Two
On her return to her seat the cafe was quieter. She took a moment to assess the remaining clientele. Most seemed to be in groups or pairs. Everyone seemed preoccupied. It felt surreal that somebody here could be her keyholder.
She finished her coffee and wondered what to do next. She had a fleeting moment of panic, realising that her options were limited by a stranger. She took a deep breath. This was along the lines they had discussed. It was just faster and more complete than expected. She had complied with his instructions from the start. She pulled out her phone and tapped out a message. ‘On and locked. I am yours to command’.
Her choice of words made her feel better. Willing and owning her new situation. She thought back to their relationship until today. The periods of chastity, the exchanged photographs, their meeting of minds. This was what she wanted. It was the next step. It was still terrifying. The unknown elements were significant. But, maybe this wouldn’t be too different.
The most pressing difference was the way she hung on his reply. She stared at the screen willing a message to appear. She was surprised to realise this simple act was making her aroused. The new cage felt restrictive, more unforgiving in response to her swelling. The descending musical notes played back in her mind. She needed to know what happened next.
‘Good girl. On your way out tell the waitress you are here to pick up the bag your friend left here yesterday. Say Bob sent you.’
-
She was home. On the drive back she had been able to push thoughts of her new situation out of her mind but now, sitting at her kitchen table staring at the mysterious bag, she was full of trepidation and doubts. The bag was from a boutique lingerie store. Even the packaging looked expensive. So far all she knew was that the bag contained glossy looking grey boxes with purple, embroidered ribbon. The largest box had a small white sticker on the edge facing the top which read ‘Open when told!’ so she had not investigated further. Instead she sat staring at the bag with her phone on the table in front of her, wondering if she should just go about her day or wait.
Waiting was difficult. She was constantly aware of the different feel of her new chastity device. It was heavier, tighter, it moved differently and she knew so little about it. She pulled out the small velvet bag it came in and studied it. There was a metal tag stitched to one corner with a tiny stylised logo on it. She could just make out the word GAOLTIME. A quick search found a website, but it was again very stylised. Some very glossy pictures of similar products, some marketing blurb which read more like magazine introductions to chastity than anything useful and a scrolling product gallery.
This electronic version of the product was not on their website, but similar lock and key products were expensive and made to last. They were a bespoke manufacturer. Ordering required sending them an email and getting a detailed quote, so the prices were approximate, but comparing these to her old cage, which now lay within the plush velvet bag, she could have bought ten of them for the price of their basic model.
She tried further searches for any sign of an electronic model, or an available app, but there was limited information available. A few happy customers on a couple of forums, a few responses mostly enthusing about how good they looked but how expensive they were, nothing that could help her.
Her searching was beginning to make her nervous. If this was a prototype, was she wearing an untested product? She remembered the disconcerting way it had automatically gripped her and imagined it buzzing into life. She decided to get some lunch and try and put it out of her mind again. No sooner was she tucking into a sandwich she began receiving messages.
-
Downloading the app from the link he provided revealed a similarly stylish interface. She experimented with the options. Creating a profile was easy, pairing the device required a code which looked relatively straightforward, but did require pulling down her panties and looking at the screen. She realised that she had been avoiding studying the chastity cage since she put it on.
On close inspection she noticed the same small embossed logo on the side panel of the screen, and a narrow-covered slot that was probably for a battery. She was struck by how well made it seemed, now that she could look at it in the light of the window. The shiny metal of the cage looked like stainless steel. Pairing went painlessly. Impatiently she searched the app for a means of emergency release as he left her panties around her thighs.
‘Unauthorised release attempt - Keyholder required’ flashed up, and the same message scrolled across the screen.
The app didn’t seem to have a help section, and the info page worryingly suggested the software was in beta testing, which explained the hoops she had needed to jump through to install it.
She looked through the other messages he had sent. One contained a photo of her walking back to her car. It felt vaguely sinister that he had been close enough to take it and yet she had seen nobody in the car park. The whole situation was beginning to make her feel less certain.
The final message gave her permission to open her ‘presents’. She eyed the bag and couldn’t help imagining the lingerie they might contain. Maybe things weren’t too bad.
Next Part Soon
