Author's Note: Like many other readers, I very much liked the story "Belt of the future". I often wondered what I'd do with such a belt. One day my mind was playing with a storyline with hidden public bondage when my eye fell on "Belt" again. 1 and 1 made click and this sequel was born. I hope it will be considered a worthy sequel.

This sequel has not been endorsed by the original author and considered fan-fiction


We looked at each other with anticipation in our eyes and in our bodies. Tonight was going to be a special night with several of our bondage fantasies all coming into one delicious experience.

Our plans relied strongly on that smart latex belt, originally known as "Belt of the future" when it first came out a few years ago. For those of you who don't know it, it features a wide belt which locks around your waist. It accepts commands to form latex "clothing" on demand, such as a catsuit, a body, a skirt, even shoes. Better yet, it can change colour, tightness, change heel height, form gags or insertables and much more fun.

We had had a lot of fun with Version 1. We were still using it when Version 2 came out, with more intelligent latex skin, stronger force within the latex for making curves, extra tightness, or more active inserts. It also had better cleaning options for afterwards, which allowed more freedom with gags, and ... well, you can guess.

Optionally (if you took the bigger reservoir too) it could make thick skin too, even give a man "latex breasts", for example. We wondered forever to buy it or not, as Version 1 still worked fine.

When Version 3 came out however, we were glad we had waited, as we absolutely had to have it.

On top of all the previous capabilities, V.3 also came with connectivity, so two belts could communicate and exchange information about the other wearer's settings. It had open source software, so a horde of Belt Enthusiasts around the world could make and exchange new features and skin tricks. A wave of "Belt Apps" made it almost like an i-Belt.

We had already tried a number of features and ideas with our Version 3, and tonight we were going "live" with a number of them all together in one outing.

Donna and I not only shared a love of tight latex and toys, but also a fancy of secret public bondage. To celebrate 5 years together, we had planned a dinner.

A special dinner, with the Belts as our guests, of course.

We had taken the entire day off to make sure we'd be in the right mood. We'd shaved our bodies in the morning, so the skin would be fine in the evening. We had a luxury home massage, followed by a hot bath, so our bodies were well relaxed, our muscles and skin "pliable", as Donna put it.

Our food and drinks of the day had been such to make sure not much would need to come out, to make sure we could be sealed or plugged safely, depending on our plans.

While sharing a light aperitif drink, we stood naked in our bedroom with the belts around our waists. We looked each other in the eye.

"Ready, dear?" I asked her. She nodded, as if she needed to.

"Good, let me apply your non-latex special for tonight" I said, as I picked up a coil of soft bondage rope.

More often then not, we would wear or apply other toys under the latex. The Belt was smart enough to flow over it, and whatever it was, it would be locked on tightly when the belt did its work.

Slowly and delicately, I made a strong rope breast harness on her, holding her wonderful shapes firmly in round shape and jutting forward.

When I was ready after a last kiss and caress of her nipples, she inspected my work by bouncing a bit. Her boobs moved a bit, but stayed put.

Donna smiled in agreement. "Well done, Bob, you really have a knack for breast bondage. This feels good, I can wear this for the evening, as if your hands are holding them personally" she added with a smile. "Now let's put on something special for you."

She picked up a box and opened it. "You mentioned this a few times, it's about time you tried it for real". She took out a stainless steel ball stretcher. I had been fantasising about steel toys, but somehow had never actually gotten one.

Before I had time to admire the ring, her expert hands had quickly unscrewed the ring into its 2 pieces, put her fingers around my balls to stretch the skin downwards and quickly reapplied the two bolts. "Great, that went smoothly. I had read one should work quickly, before any excitement sets in", she grinned.

I took stock of my manhood. Indeed something was stirring, yet my balls were wondering what that heavy thing on top of them was. I was going to notice this weight in my loins during the evening, no doubt.

My hands did some field research, before kissing her gently. "Thank you, my dear, what a heavy surprise. Now shall we dress? If we stand around much longer, I might just ravish you right here on the spot" I said.

She smiled and caressed her bound breasts in front of me.

"Hmmm, that would be very tempting indeed, but you're right. We have plans tonight. Fred, catsuit, open hood, skin colour, heels 5 ".

"Fred" is the name for my belt, so it wouldn't look too strange in public if she gave commands to something invisible.

"SUIT, HOOD AND HEEL COMMAND ACCEPTED", a robotic voice came from my belt.

Our default setting was such that we could both command both belts. The familiar latex flowed from the belt both downwards and upwards. In soft waves the shiny stuff went all the way across my chest, my legs, my arms, my feet and solidified as a solid latex catsuit. It never stopped to amaze me how it would flow under my feet without spoiling the carpet , or over my head without tangling in my hair.

The suit had a nice grip of my manhood with the ring. I could still feel the weight, but the suit sort of helped to carry it.

When my suit was finished, my face and hands were the only skin still exposed and I was standing on 5cm heels. Both of us likes heels, as it gives your walk that certain sway. 5cm was usually our starter height. I wriggled a bit, to make sure I felt the latex holding me everywhere.

"Hmm, lovely, as always. Betsy, copy suit" I said to her belt.

"COPY COMMAND ACCEPTED" a slightly more female robot voce came from Donna's belt.

Why Donna had ever chosen "Betsy" as name for her belt, I never understood. It was a name I'd least associate with kinkiness, bondage and latex, but perhaps that was her point.

Soon enough Donna had the same outfit as me, and we looked each other in the eye. We have a similar size and build, so even with both of us on heels (solid ones for now), we were still the same height.

The latex had so very well copied our own skin colour, that one could hardly see the lines where it stopped. We simply looked like two naked people, except we seemed to have no hair or genital details.

I put her wig on Donna's head, so she appeared normal on the hair front again. She put mine on my head too.

"There you are, my dear, just as a few minutes ago" she said.

I smiled. "Fred, Betsy, transfer command to other wearers", I said.

"COMMAND TRANSFER IN PROGRESS ....TRANSFER COMPLETED" Fred and Betsy replied.

Now we no longer had control over our own belts, each of us was in charge of the other.

"Excellent" Donna replied immediately. "Fred, butt-plug 4 10 bulb model".

"PLUG SPECIFICATIONS ACCEPTED" my belt replied and immediately I felt an intruder of 4cm diameter and 10 cm length entering me, blowing up to bulb-shape.

Even though it had happened plenty of times, it still excited me. Instinctively my hand went down to caress and stroke my manhood.

"Oh no, you don't" Donna said when she saw what was happening. "Fred, chastity triangle front, round belt through to back."

"CHASTITY SPECIFICATIONS ACCEPTED" my belt replied.

Before I had a chance to touch myself to much, the latex around my Willy had hardened and thickened. It formed a solid flat triangle, holding my balls including the steel ring in a firm grip (not unpleasant actually), and making a solid cylinder around Willy. Unfortunately the cylinder was sized for "limp condition", a cruel twist in Donna's settings for me. No matter how aroused I would be, my manhood could not extend to its full size as long as this chastity command was active, I could not touch or stroke him either. Just below the triangle around my manhood, the latex had thickened between my legs all the way back. While Donna's chastity command was active, I'd be constantly reminded of her control by the grip in my manhood and the "soft garden hose" between me ass-cheeks. Bearable, not painful, but clearly present. And it pushed the plug a bit more inside too, of course.

"Oh, I know you will get back to me for that one" Donna smiled hopefully when she saw my look. "Might as well complete it, right? Fred, corset tightness three."

"CORSET COMMAND ACCEPTED" Fred replied and immediately thickened and stiffened the suit around my waist, as if I was wearing a corset. We both like to be tightly packed, and had experimented with male and female corsets before we discovered the belt. I jiggled a bit to test the limits of my movement, and found that my loins were filled & sealed, and my waist was firmly held.

It seemed like it was my turn. "Betsy, armbinder reverse prayer, solid, flat, tightness 2" I said with a mischievous grin.

"ARMBINDER COMMAND ACCEPTED" Betsy replied and the latex moved Donna's arms behind her, folded them upwards until her elbows were only a few centimetres apart and her hands met behind her neck. Everything was pressed as flat against her spine as possible. She took some deep breaths to accommodate her muscles and settle her shoulders. The latex smoothed out any openings and soon Donna appeared arm-less. Donna is quite nimble, thanks to years of ballet, yoga and the like. She could hold her arms in such a severe reverse prayer position for a few hours.

I turned her around to inspect, and kissed her gently. "You look wonderful, my dear. Now for step 2. Betsy, corset tightness 3."

"CORSET COMMAND ACCEPTED" came the reply and I could see her waist contracting.

Again Donna had to take some breaths to settle in her new tightness. Her arms position held her upper back straight, the corset held the lower half. By now, her torso had almost become one. She sought her balance on her heels, a most delightful feminine movement of swaying hips and juggling breasts. She seemed to enjoy her situation.

Well, she should in a way, but not too much of course.

I put my hands on her loin openings to witness first hand what would be happening. "Betsy, dildo 5 15, plug 3 ball" I said.

"DILDO AND PLUG COMMANDS ACCEPTED" it replied and I could feel the latex entering her, forming a solid dildo of 5 cm diameter and 15cm length, whereas her ass was accommodating a ball-shaped butt-plug of 3 cm diameter. It might seem small, but the evening wasn't over yet. We'd learned that when you went slowly in plug-sizes, we each could take quite sizable plugs. Believe me, we had practiced.

She squirmed a bit to feel what was inside her and smiled at me. "Hmm, nice, I hope we need to walk a bit, my dear."

I returned her smile. "Oh we will, I know you like the feeling of intruders at every step, but we'll be a touch more undetected if you are dressed.....".

I took her dress and put it on her, a colourful Asian style long dress showing off her wonderful form, the corset and her bound arms both invisible. 2 long slits opened smartly to accentuate her shapely legs, underneath which the latex turned black as if she was wearing high heels boots. The dress had been modified to have no arm openings, and every casual glance would clearly show a wonderful well-shaped and confident lady, who happened to be armless.

"Excellent" I said when she had turned around, showing off. "Now practice your walk while I dress. Betsy, heels stiletto 20, walk room, plugs penetrate."

"HEEL, WALK AND PLUG COMMANDS ACCEPTED" Betsy replied dutifully.

Donna raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, did I not tell you? I smiled innocently as I watched her heels grew to 20cm spike-model. "I downloaded some new commands earlier today. Have fun while I dress, dear".

I could see the dildo and plug changing shape, as they were moving in and out, in separate rhythms of course. The suit moved her legs to make her walk around the room, very carefully on her high heels and with both loin orifices being attacked.

I took my time dressing myself in shirt & tie, jacket, you know, smartly dressed for dinner on the visible side. While I felt my own intruder and the corset tightness under my clothing, I watched Donna's flushed face go from pleasure to stress and back again, as she had to balance her body and her loins to contrasting demands. I knew she would have preferred to lie on her back, rubbing her legs to make the plugs work, but hey, the evening had only just begun.

After a few orgasms, I ordered the program to stop. The heels reduced to walkable height, her intruders became a bit smaller and fell silent again. Donna, now back in control of her legs and feet, collapsed face down on the bed next to me, panting for breath in spite of the corset and tightly bound arms. She did not seem to mind, or didn't notice in her excited state of mind, she was leaning on her bound breasts too.

"Oh my god, that was fantastic, and it was murder. I had no control, and you know I hate that. But the dildo and plug did great work, the orgasms were heaven. I have never been fucked while walking " she sighed in between gasping for air.

I pulled her up and close, gave her a drink and smiled proudly. "It was murder on me too. I really did not know where to look, you were so lovely everywhere."

I kissed my armless wife gently, and caressed her.

Some minutes later we were in a cab to the restaurant. When we entered, we were a sharply dressed couple, with Donna in her long dress, both of us on heels although mine were barely visible. Several other guests noted my wife was armless, and looked politely how I helped her.

We sat down next to each other, and ordered a fine dinner worthy of a celebration. When we toasted the aperitif, I held both glasses to our mouths. Donna smiled and drank, and whispered for my ears only. "It may look I'm helpless now, my love, but you just wait" and she juggled her shoulders to remind me.

I smiled.

"Fred, plug active" she said while she looked in my eyes.

"PLUG ACTIVITY STARTED" Fred replied and my ass felt buzzing.

I enjoyed the moment, then replied "Betsy, copy command".

"PLUG ACTIVITY COPIED" Betsy replied. I could see Donna's intruders became active too.

We both struggled to look serious during first course, feeling the latex all around us, the corsets around our bodies, knowing about the active intruders inside the other.

Fortunately eating went slower as I had to feed Donna too.

When first course was over, we looked each other in the eye. The big moment was due, the one everything thus far had only been a prelude to.

"Shall we?" I asked after a few eternities. Donna nodded and got up.

I motioned to the waiter we were going to the toilets. We had chosen this restaurant not only for the good food, but also for its handicapped toilet. For what we had to do, we needed something bigger. Besides, where could we have gone to? To the men's or to the ladies?

When we had locked the doors, I turned and kissed her. "Here we go, darling", I said. I took off her wig and unzipped her dress. She stood before me in skin colour latex on high heels, and briefly swirled around for me. I enjoyed another look at my wife in latex, corset en invisible arms. "Betsy, release arms" I said.

"ARMBINDER RELEASE ACCEPTED" Betsy replied, and slowly Donna got the freedom in her arms back.

I looked at her while she stressed her arms in various directions to get the blood flowing again. I took off my wig too and undressed as well.

One last look of anticipation, before we spoke the commands.

"Fred, copy body posture from other wearer", she said

"Betsy, copy command" I said.

"BODY POSTURE COMMAND ACCEPTED" we heard, followed closely by Betsy's "COPY COMMAND ACCEPTED".

We looked at each other, as our body shapes were morphed by the latex.

My ass cheeks were pressed into more feminine shape, my groin was pressed a bit inward (ouch, the ball ring did not like that), my chest grew latex breasts the size of Donna's.

Meanwhile, Donna's shoulders widened a bit, her ass changed shape a bit as well, while her chest was flattened to resemble mine. I could see the brief pain her face as her breasts, already rope bound, did not like being pressed between the ropes and the latex.

The suits were even so detailed that our "shoes" exchanged male and female look.

Lastly, the latex hoods flowed around our faces, until only our eyes, nostrils and mouths were still free. I watched in amazement as the skin texture of the latex on Donna's face became my skin, even a bit of stubble (Fred was sending over detailed data to Betsy indeed).

In the mirror I saw my face becoming Donna's face.

We looked at each other, suddenly we had changed bodies. Donna had become me, I had become her.

I handed her my jacket, shirt and tie. She was the first one to dress, as men are usually quicker any way.

I smiled as she struggled with the tie, and I had to help her.

When she was done, she paraded before me, a mirror picture of me. However, a close look revealed a feminine walk, as much as she looked like a man. That would be interesting.

I kissed her proudly, and excited. Her eyes returned the same excitement.

"Your turn, my dear" she said with a low voice, trying to sound more manly.

I nodded, suddenly nervous. I put my arms behind my back, as I heard her say "Fred, armbinder, flat"

"ARMBINDER COMMAND ACCEPTED" Fred replied and true enough, the latex flowed around my arms until they were glued to my back. Now it was my upper body which was held straight.

I could not do a reverse prayer like Donna, so we had to gamble a bit here, my arms would be more visible behind me.

She put the dress on me, put on the wig and some lipstick. I looked on the mirror and was amazed. I had become Donna, and saw myself standing next to her!

We looked at each other, and kissed carefully. We were both nervous and had the giggles.

"You stay serious now, you'll have to help me " I said in a high pitch voice. I must have sounded funny. Donna laughed out loud, trying to laugh at a lower tone, while she guided me to the door.

This was the big plan we had hatched for tonight. We had exchanged gender, while both bound in latex and corsets, and with active plugs in our loin orifices. The plan had excited us for weeks, and now it was becoming real. I trembled as we walked back to the main dinner room, and not only because Donna had suddenly ordered me higher heels, stiletto ones of course.

When we returned to the table for the main course, Donna's first reaction was to take her old seat. I saved her by saying "Oh Bob, how nice to hold out my seat for me" and quickly pushed her aside.

This felt fun. Well, my arms hurt, pinned behind me, as I was sort of sitting on my hands, but the new role-play was great fun.

Donna took great joy out of feeding me this time, and now it was me having to eat from her fork.

We spoke of old times, how we met 5 years ago, our first holidays, just your average couple on a night out. Only we had a hidden secret, and it spiced up everything.

The slowly vibrating plugs helped as well of course.

After a while a thought seemed to strike Donna. She had just given me another bite when she said: "This is actually quite tiring, you know, feeding two people. Tell you what, why don't you ponder your life for a moment, while I can have some bites in a row."

She smiled a devious smile, which usually meant I was in for something.

"Fred, mouth seal, lip print, C&B pleasure program level 1"

"MOUTH AND C&B PLEASURE COMMANDS ACCEPTED" Fred replied. "CB" stood for "cock and balls".

We had changed the confirmation settings not to mention genitals, just in case we'd be in public. The latex around my mouth moved over my lips to stop any sound coming out before I could protest, and moved inside my mouth to form one of those a dentist shapes, to keep my teeth apart and my tongue silent.

On the outside, Fred had sculpted a copy of my lips, oh no, Donna's lips of course, so any onlooker would think I was quietly thinking to myself.

I was making sounds soon enough though, as Fred was gently tickling my balls and my Johnny. And oh boy, did Johnny ever want to stand up straight against his latex prison.

It was agony in heaven.

Donna looked to "my battle" as she was enjoying her meal. I was often surprised how much she could still eat with a corset on. I was already full, so she had actually timed things quite right.

I tried to look at a watch or clock somewhere.

Donna might have tricked me, but I knew she was due for something as well. Knowing her for a few years by now, I had sort of expected she'd silence me or something. I had made a program with a timer, and it should kick in any minute, if I had guessed our courses about right.

And indeed I had.

Suddenly, in mid-bite, I saw a look of surprise on Donna's face, as the suit took over and moved her arms down on the table and fixed them there. I could hear the scraping of her feet, so her legs were now locked into position too.

She looked at me quizzingly, trying to guess from my face what the heck she was due for. Unfortunately, there was nothing to read, as she had just covered my face.

She found out soon enough though, as my program kicked in.

"FTO PROGRAM ACTIVATED" Betsy said quietly.

"FTO" was my acronym for Full Throttle Orgasm attack. Betsy activated the dildo, started purring away at clit height and made the butt plug twist and turn and vibrate. Even Donna's nipples were squeezed and tickled. Everything to the maximum effect of achieving a most powerful orgasm, and again, and again. I had downloaded the program, and had added some features myself.

Locking the arms & limbs was a safety measure. Donna was a strong orgasm type, she could buck all over the place once those internal volcanoes started exploding. So the suit held her tight, like a full body prison or straight jacket, until the eruptions would have subsided, or whenever I would tell it to. But as I was silenced, she'd have to ride out the program until the other settings would make it stop.

I was due for a show, as Donna was silenced by a similar gag and mouth seal as I was. After all, even if she stayed put, I was not sure if the restaurant could handle a multiple and real "Meg Ryan performance" so to speak.

Underneath my hood I watched as Donna had several orgasms. Knowing her signals, she seemed to be shuddering inside her latex statue. I was quite content, even though I could not say anything with my mouth sealed. I smiled as I watched her squirm inside her fixed suit. I nodded to the waiters as they cleared our dishes. They must have wondered why we were so silent, but then again, we already were an unusual couple.

I had set the secret program to 10 minutes or 4 orgasms, whichever would come first. Now you understand why we like Version 3 so much more over Version 1, the belts could recognize body moods such as an orgasm.

The orgasms won, and slowly the suit relaxed.

It took Donna a few minutes to recover and catch her breath. When the suit seemed to judge she could control herself, her mouth was unsealed and I could see her smile. She toasted to me.

"Well done, darling, I never knew you could make pre-timed programs. So you had expected me to seal you?"

I nodded.

"Well, you have deserved a reward for pleasing me, and taking care of me too. Fred, C&B pleasure program level 3."

"CB PLEASURE LEVEL 3 ACTIVATED" Fred replied and increased his activities in my loins.

In spite of the chastity belt, I could feel Johnny and my balls now being firmly squeezed and worked. It was a wonderful feeling, if only I could get erect in this darn "muzzle". This was giving me pleasure and agony at the same time.

Donna saw it all in my eyes and smiled. "Oh yes, a bit of a reward. But then again, you did order an attack on me, so a bit of punishment is in order too. Fred, Plug 8 12"

"PLUG COMMAND ACCEPTED" Fred replied, and my ass was stretched open to accommodate an 8cm wide plug.

I gulped and tried to relax. Donna and I like anal play, with all sorts of plugs and toys, but I always feel attacked when the large toys are thrown into the game. We had played butt-buster games before, testing who could take the biggest plug in one go.

Meanwhile, I was still in a restaurant dressed in my wife's clothes and with a wig of her hair on my head, while slowly my manhood was pleased and tormented. I shifted a little, both to accommodate the large plug and to make sure I felt it as much as I could.

Suddenly Donna jerked a little, and it seemed she was getting a larger plug too. She looked at me surprised. "What, another hidden program?" she asked.

I shook my head, trying to think what was happening in between my own sensations from down below. The way she was breathing and shifting in her seat, she must be given a sizable butt plug as well, plus a bigger dildo up front.

Suddenly it struck me. My Revenge Setting of last month's party! I had completely forgotten to de-activate it!

A few weeks ago we had been to a party with our belts, when we had just received them. I had written a program for Betsy (my first one, actually) to become active whenever Donna would order some plug-size thing into me while I was unable to reply. Whatever she would order Fred to do to me, it would be copied over to Betsy, "plus 10% revenge factor".

My mind was racing to remember the settings, as I could see Donna saw the "aha" in my face. Fred was pushing something 8cm wide into me, so Donna was now getting a 9cm plug up her ass, while the dildo up front grew to some 6cm wide. This hidden revenge program could only be stopped by my voice, so I wondered when Donna would do so.

She seemed to wonder our situation and decided to try something.

"Fred, plug 10 12" she said, her eyes scanning mine.

"PLUG COMMAND ACCEPTED" Fred replied dutifully, and I could feel my butt cheeks being pushed aside even further. I gulped and groaned behind my gag. It felt good all right, but it also felt freaking B-I-G and

f-u-l-l

Seconds later I could see Betsy doing her work too, Donna must be receiving an 11cm plug and 7cm wide dildo. She gulped as well, as this was pretty much maxing her out. I could see some beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, as she took some deep breaths.

She smiled at me with an evil admiration. "My oh my, you are a devil. You may seem helpless, but whatever I order to you, it will be done tome too, eh? Very clever, a devious revenge. Well, my dear boy, I'll take the challenge. This course is just finished and you're not eating anyway, so let's get up and dance".

She stood up and I could see how much I was looking at myself. I knew that underneath that smart shirt, jacket and tie were a pair of pretty breasts rope bound and pressed flat by the latex suit, yet she walked with a calm confidence, guiding me to the dance floor.

She held me in her arms, and I could feel the eyes of several guests pointing in my back. "Oh look, it's that couple with the armless lady, isn't it sweet how he handles her." If only they knew both this "gentlemen" and his "poor lady" had 10cm butt plugs up their asses and were going to dance with them.

When the music started, Donna guided me. She had to, as I was not that good on high heels. 'Very good, my dear" she whispered in my ear after some moves across the dancing floor. "Can you feel those plugs splitting you apart too?".

I mmmf-d a bit and tried to nod, but was really trying to concentrate to staying upright.

"Good, as you seem to be enjoying this as much as I am, we can test our limits. Fred, plug 12, silent response".

Fred's response was silent, but I could feel yet another stretch taking place.

I groaned. My god, it felt like being fisted. (Yeah we had done that too. I told you we liked serious play).

Normally such games are played while you are quietly on a bed, but now I was being taken through a bloody walz as well!

After a few minutes Donna seemed satisfied, satisfied of dancing that is.

My god, what a woman.

She had an even larger plug in her then I had plus a pretty big dildo, and still she was leading me on the dance floor.

When the music ended and we had returned to our table, she smiled. "Fred, plug, 8 10, silent response" she said.

I could feel Fred silently shrinking my intruder and sighed a sign of relief. So did my feet, but my ass was more in dire straits.

However, Donna seemed surprised. "Is yours getting smaller? Mine isn't" she said.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled to myself. Hey, revenge goes only one way!

Donna hesitated, a brief glimmer of worry in her eyes as she sat on a 12cm butt-buster which should have reduced itself in size but hadn't.

She relented. "Fred, unseal face".

"UNSEAL COMMAND ACCEPTED" Fred replied, just as the waiter poured our coffees (Donna hadn't seen him coming).

Boy, was he ever surprised to hear a robotic male voice coming from underneath a lady's dress. Being a professional (this restaurant earned its high prices), he pretended nothing had happened and disappeared discreetly. I could imagine the gossip among the staff about this strange couple.

I moved my facial muscles and mouth a few times, I had been gagged for some time. "Give me a drink and a bit of that lovely dessert, and I might just tell you the secret" I said softly.

She did, and I explained my forgotten program. She liked it, and told me I had to sell it, there must be plenty of belt users who'd want a hidden revenge. All the time during coffee and desserts she remained sitting on this butt-buster and big dildo inside her.

Only by the time she led me outside to the taxi, she asked if I could make it smaller.

"Of course my dear. You were amazing tonight. Betsy, plug 6 12 slim, dildo 4 10", I said quietly. I forgot to make it silent, so this time the taxi driver was surprised to hear a female robotic voice from underneath the males' suit: "PLUG COMMAND ACCEPTED".

Donna looked relieved, as her orifices could slowly go back to something close to normal size. We smiled and kissed, and cuddled all the way home.

When we came home, we quickly went upstairs. The wigs went off, and Donna freed my arms. We took off the normal clothing and admired ourselves in the full body latex, me still as a lady, Donna still as a man.

"Donna dear," I said, "as much as I like seeing you like this, there is one thing I absolutely must do right now."

"And what would that be, my darling" she asked.

"GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING CHASTITY, SO I CAN FINALLY SCREW YOUR BRAINS OUT!!" I screamed, while I pinned her to the bed underneath me.

She looked up to me and smiled. "Fred, return control to wearer" she said and relaxed on the bed, firmly in my grip.

"CONTROL COMMAND ACCEPTED" Fred said, and I was in control of my own suit again.

Interestingly, Donna had not asked me to have control of her own suit... Well not yet.

"Fred, remove chastity, flash crotch, tickle balls, plug 10 12 active. Betsy, remove dildo, butt plug 10 12 active, flash crotch and breasts" I said all in one go.

"FLASH AND PLUG COMMANDS ACCEPTED" said both belts in unison.

My Johnny was freed and jumped up to celebrate its freedom. Donna's forward entry was finally free and accessible too. This time my balls were played with and I could actually enjoy it. Both our asses were filled once again and actively visited, giving us a full feeling at the back, while we filled each other up front.

I jumped Donna and banged her with all the accumulated energy a men has after several hours of sexual stimulation, frustration and restraint. Betsy had bared Donna's lovely breasts and I enjoyed seeing them wiggle (hey, the ropes were still there) as my hips thrusted hard into their owner's body. I briefly paused to kiss and caress her erect nipples, they too were pleased to be free again.

Donna responded to my zest and we both had a big explosion.

We needed quite some time to recover enough to move or speak.

My final command was "Fred, Betsy, remove suits, corsets and plugs, merge to make cocoon".

"COCOON COMMAND ACCEPTED" they said again in unison.

Our suits disappeared, our waists became normal again, suddenly we were skin to skin. It almost felt unnatural. Only briefly, of course.

"Thank you dear, for a lovely evening" Donna whispered in my ear. "Lets not wait another 5 years to repeat this".

"Hell no, it felt fantastic to be held like that in your dress, knowing you were coming like crazy dressed in my suit, both of us on butt-busters, smack in the middle of a restaurant" I said softly.

Fred and Betsy had merged their pools of latex, and had wrapped us in a cocoon of latex. Our skins touched, our hips were connected, we could move our arms and legs to cudle and caress. We were in a gentle sleeping bag, so to speak.

What a wonderful way to end a spectacular evening.

This "New & Improved" Belt of the Future Version 3 was worth every single cent, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.