I thought I'd thought of everythingWritten by: Bill One
I'd been interested in chastity play since I was a preteen, and had had some experiences over the years, but always found that there was some point when I didn't want to put it back on, and didn't. There was always that disconnect between the fantasy, and the actually reality when I had to get back in.
I had read lots of stories about guys tied up for release, and the device put back on before untying, but I wasn't really that much into bondage and it really chewed up time in my day.
But I finally had the right inspriation, and since I headed up my own company, I figured that I could afford to really do it up right. I decided that could sell my winter house and put the money into the perfect belt.
The solution to my problem was to add the electronics into the belt to bring me off on an appropriate command. Quick, easy, and fast. And it meant that the belt didn't have to come off for reward. I gave it a lot of thought, and decided it also needed a shocker for when I needed a little dominance play. A problem with many such devices is that the battery can go down, and there isn't much incentive if you really want out to recharge it. But if the only way I'd get off is by using the belt's batteries, I couldn't let them run down if I ever wanted release. It was the little details like this that lead me to think I'd thought of everything. It did, just in case, have a backup battery (always charged when the main one was) that provided increasingly hard shocks, increasingly often, if it detected that the main battery charge was below 10%. It had enough power to go continiously for a week inflicting a shock at a probably damaging level if need be. Lots of carefull thought to each detail.
The main battery had enough juice to give 100's of releases on a charge, or a thousand hours of shock. This might seem like overkill, but rechargeable batteries slowly lose capacity over time, and with the normal expected battery loss this meant there would still be enough juice for several releases when I was 100 years old, so I figured that would be enough. I was sure I had thought of everything.
To control the belt, I had a number of remote controls made that communicated with the belt by radio. When the belt was open, the remotes could be plugged in, and used the latest in cryptographic protocols to agree on public and private keys, so that it could ONLY respond to one of the remotes and it wasn't possible to come up with the right control signals without having the keys. (And the use of a challange/responce protocol meant that the keys were never transmitted, and couldn't be tapped. Boy, I really thought I'd thought of everything.
Just to make sure I couldn't steal back the remote and get "unauthorized" release, after each remote was set up the remote waited for a personal authorization code to be put it, and then it refused to operate without the code unless it was reset by the (open, unlocked) belt. With several remotes, with the same keying, I was safe from one being damaged. I was thinking ahead.
The remote also allowed the user to download scripts that could detect the standard items everyone thinks of such as whether the wearer has an erection or not, and also things like whether or not it was within range of a remote, and what the time was. This allowed lots of interesting ideas for "automatic" modes. But none of these modes allowed the "permanent lock" mode to be set... I had thought of this in advance, and didn't want the final step taken "accidentally".
I got the standard piercings, to give permanent attachment points so I couldn't slide out of the belt, and had it made from the toughest alloys my research department could find, to make it almost impossible to remove without a cutting torch. I even added design details that would make it dangerious to try getting it off by force. As I said, I thought I had thought of everything.
I'm not so dumb as to bolt something on permanently without a trial period, so I started wearing it for longer and longer periods to find the remaining problems, and got those fixed as I went. There was a code that could be keyed into any of the various remotes when I was finally ready, that would cause the belt to disable (permanently) all of the unlocking mechanism, and turn on the last of the anti-tampering features. Yeah, I was sure I had thought of everything.
Of course, even if the key is electronic and not physical, what's the use of having a belt without a keyholder?
There was one really great looking woman on the programming staff that matched my fantasies perfectly. I had her background checked, and knew she had neither husband nor boyfriend. It looked like she was, in fact, a lesbian, but that fitted into my fantasies also, so it didn't bother me. I thought I'd established that she was perfect.
She wasn't much interested in me to begin with, but after I made it clear that things would go badly for her employment wise if she didn't show a romantic interest, she reluctantly agreed. It was a bit of blackmail, and I don't think I really could have gotten her blackballed as completely as I threatened, but she bought it. This insured that I would have a permanent key holder that wouldn't just move away on me later. I was really covering all bases.
When she found that my interests were chastity play, and she didn't actually need to sleep with me, most of her reluctance faded. I'm not sure she really liked the nudity, but I figured that the little bit of residual resentment would help make the sessions slightly "edgier". We did some trials with more traditional devices, and (so to speak) "worked out the kinks"
Eventually I brought out the belt that I had put all the effort into. I told her that it had the possibly of being permanent by keycode, but didn't give her the code yet. I programmed up eight of the remotes (for redundancy) and put it on. I let her distribute the remotes as she saw fit, just so that they weren't all in one place where they could all be damaged at once. She told me that she'd made very sure, and had distributed them everywhere from her apartment, to her safety deposit box, to having her friend keep one, and even apparently a few out of town.
When I explained all the work I went to in order to think of everything, she showed actual interest. She even thought of a few minor modifications to make it harder to defeat.
Since the belt got me off on the receipt of the right command, without actually having to be removed, this meant that she didn't really have to participate in the release itself, and this really appealed to her. The remote had a 1/2 mile range, and so it was more than enough for her to be able to use it from her desk without dropping by. And by this time I'd moved her into the flat downstairs, so I was within range for almost all of every day. It was this attention to detail that gave me my false security.
Since she was a programmer, and actually seemed to have an inventive mind, I let her write some scripts for the belt, but carefully checked each one out before allowing it to be downloaded. This allowed me to convince myself that she could be trusted with them. That was me, always verifying, always making sure.
One of the things I put the most work into is was the contract. I'd even hired a lawyer to look it over looking for problems. [Lawyers are in it for the money, and if you pay enough don't care if it is kinky.]
We played using various tterations of the contract for a long while until I had it adjusted to fit my tastes perfectly. Enough randomness to be unpredictable, enough time (on the average) between releases to get the frustration levels up to exciting, and a short enough time (on the average) between releases that it didn't get to the unpleasant stage. She actually had choices to make, but limited by the contract enough that she didn't have too much control.
I clearly thought I had thought of everything.
After the last four month trial I figured that we had all the bugs out, and it was time for permanance. We had a little dinner, and with some fanfare I gave her the "permanent lock code".
She smiled evilly, asking a final "Are you sure you want to do this?", and waited for my final agreement. "This will make it permanent, and will also mean you don't get to check my scripts before they load." "I know, but I've been checking them, and even hired a programmer to go over every one of them to verify that you weren't up to no good."
"OK." she said, and typed in the code. I could hear the unlocking mechanism melt down. (But I made sure that there was enough padding there to avoid my getting burned... I'm always thinking ahead.)
She examine it all carefully, and said that it all appeared to be as claimed.
She left smiling and happy, I knew I would get out sometime between 3 and 5 days from now, and I slept very soundly that night.
It was five days, the maximum that I was to have been in by contract, and she was nowhere to be found. She had moved out of her apartment without a forwarding address, although her bank account was still active.
The next day I found the following in my e-mail box:
To be continued...
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