Author's Note: This is my first submission, although I have sketched out a number of incomplete stories involving trickery of some kind. All criticisms and suggestions welcome, especially on style of writing.


Chapter 1 - The Chastity Belt

Ann and Mike had been happily married for fifteen years, except for one small problem. Her ability to achieve orgasm had been declining and now it was virtually non-existent. Their experiments with sex toys such as a vibrator had so far been unsuccessful, not because she didn't respond to it, quite the opposite, she was too sensitive. She said that when the vibrator touched her it was like being unbearably tickled. It was too jarring and unsettling, making her quickly push it away.

They agreed that a chastity belt could be interesting, so Mike got her the best one on the market. It was made from steel and neoprene he had it professionally fitted to her exact measurements. The belt had a front crotch guard and a cable that ran between her buttocks to join up with the waist belt at the back. They had some fun with it, but basically still no luck with orgasms. Then Mike had the idea of a remote controlled vibrating dildo to be inserted and held in by the chastity belt. The dildo could be pre-programmed to run through a cycle that would start at random times. Ann was dubious about this and insisted that she always kept control of the remote and the keys. The dildo too was not very successful. She could only bear it on the low setting, and sometimes the dildo would poke out and pinch her skin against the inside of the chastity belt. So both items were put on the shelf.

For a living, Mike worked as one of the managers at a small company called 'Primary Collectables.' One of the main lines of business was to produce a quarterly stamp catalogue. Stamps were not only part of his job, but also a serious hobby. Mike had built up a considerable stamp collection of specialist stamps. He was always on the lookout for new stamps to complete his collection and spent many evenings poring over them with a magnifying glass. His wife complained about his hobby. "Sometimes I'm sure you think more of your stamp collection than you do of me"

Recently, a large Japanese firm had become interested in the 'Primary Collectables' company and made a takeover bid. It was Fortunate that, under the terms of the takeover, all employee jobs would be secure.

The Japanese expressed a desire to meet the employees in a social setting. To that end they had arranged a coach to take everyone to a hotel on Friday night and return on Sunday. The main event was to be a function at a conference centre on Saturday afternoon with food and wine. The coach would also bus them from the hotel to the conference centre.

"According to Japanese etiquette, it is very important for the wives to also attend," Mike informed Ann.

"Fine, as long as I don't have to sit next to your spotty nerd of a nephew, Oswald. Did I tell you he once propositioned me and I had to slap him? He gives me the creeps and he's always staring at my chest, even when he talks to me. He treats me like a sex object. I bet he's never been near a real woman."

"Oswald has issues, but he's not too bad when you get to know him." Mike often met Oswald to compare their stamp collections. Mike's stamp collection was his pride and passion, but when he learnt that Oswald had procured a particular rare stamp that Mike had been after for years, he was quite jealous. He could not persuade him to sell it for any price.

On the day they were supposed to leave, a small package arrived for Mike. "Ah, these are the new products I ordered, attachments and a remote designed specifically to go with your chastity belt."

"We can look at them when we get back," Ann suggested, as she was busy packing.

Mike replied, "Why don't I take them with us, if you would be so kind as to pack the belt itself. It may help spice up what could otherwise be a boring weekend. I'm not suggesting you wear any of it, just that we try the things out for size."

They drove to the office car park, where everyone was to meet, and the coach duly arrived.

The hotel was a bit on the basic side. They were put in one of a pair of rooms on one wing. As they unpacked they could hear every noise from the next room. "I reckon it used to be one big room, like a cheap penthouse, and they've made it into two rooms with a thin divider." Ann remarked.

There wasn't much else to do that night except go to bed. Saturday morning they woke early to the sound of a shower from the next room. After they were washed and dressed and had breakfast, they had a few hours on their hands. Mike suggested having trying out the chastity attachments, but Ann didn't like the look of them.

"These are brand new products just come out," he said, "the dildo attaches to the metal slit and can slid up and down. The narrow post ensures there will not be any pinching. I know you weren't expecting it, but this other dildo is for the anus. The little cylinder at the end goes around the cable so it can slide to the right place, but still be held at the correct depth inside you. Aw, go on Ann, be a sport, you did say you would try anal sometime and now would be the perfect opportunity"

Ann picked them up and examined them, seeing how they fitted to the belt. "They both look on the large side, but the back one is huge, won't it damage me?" "It is hypo allergenic and has a narrow neck, so once it's in it will be quite harmless. It also has an integral vibrator, not to mention that both of these were very expensive"

She snorted, "It's the getting in part I'm worried about. As we're only testing it for fit, I suppose there's no harm in trying. I have some lubricant in my bag. If I'm going to try the anal one, I'd better empty my bowels first."

Ann took the belt and attachments into the bathroom with her. She came out half an hour later, "I managed to get the vaginal dildo in, but the anal one is too big. I just can't get it inside and even if I could it would be too uncomfortable."

"Are you sure? I have a very good reason for asking, please humour me"

"You'd better have a good reason. I'll give it one more try."

Fifteen minutes later she called him into the bathroom. "Well it's in," she said with a wry smile on her face. There was oil everywhere, so he washed her down with soap and water from the shower head.

"Hold on a minute, there are a couple of other small things." He pulled open the front of the belt a little way and attached a small arm to the front dildo. The other end of the arm was something like a tiny flower head that was obviously intended to line up with her clitoris. He adjusted the length of the arm so it hit just the right spot. Then he attached a small strip to the inside of the crotch guard, which looked a bit like the moulding you use to cover power cables, only smaller. "This feeds into your slit and holds the arm in the right line. It also pushes the head down onto your clitoris, and prevents the top of the head from touching the crotch guard and making a noise. All three of the vibrators are guaranteed to be virtually silent."

"So we have managed to fit everything, but the dildos are too big for practical use," Ann said, "besides I've put on a lot of weight, so I would have to go on a diet before we stand a chance of closing the belt"

"You look fine to me. Before you take it off, let's just check if it can close"

He squeezed the ends together with all his strength, and with Ann holding in her stomach, they eventually had it closed. He locked the belt quickly.

"Whoaa, hold on there! Why did you lock it?"

"Sorry, it was just a reflex. You do have the keys. They were on the utility key ring."

"Well now I'm not certain!" She went to her travel bag and rummaged through it, then tipped it out onto the bed, then she did the same with the suitcase. "Oh my god, they're not here, I can almost picture them hanging on the wall"

Mike could picture them as well, because he saw them there when they left, but it wasn't the best thing to mention that now. "Never mind, no need to panic, we only have today and tonight to get through, and you've worn the belt for a couple of days before now"

"Not with these bloody monsters in me I haven't!" She was almost in tears.

Mike hugged her to him and stroked her soothingly. "Don't worry. You'll soon adjust and get used to it. We've had some fun before with the belt haven't we? And it's done now so we may as well accept it. We can call it a field test"

After a while she calmed down. "OK, I suppose you're right"

"So, how about the formal engagement, are you up to it?

She walked up and down, "I'll try. I can't let you down. But you'd better hand over the remote." She turned the device on and then off again, and threw it into her open travel bag. "That will be staying in this room."

As she began to get dressed in her smartest clothes, Mike could immediately see her awkwardness. She confided that the two dildos filled her up completely, especially the anal one. She could feel them with every step and they felt very rigid inside her. When she bent over or sat down, the anal one went in even deeper. When Mike touched her groin area either side of the crotch guard, he could clearly feel the outline of the rigid rod going all the way up to her belly.

"You'd better go down to the coach first, I expect you'll want to take your own time. I'll catch you up after I've sorted out a couple of things," Mike said.


Chapter 2 - The Function

The coach dropped everyone off at the conference centre and they were ushered into a large auditorium. All around the sides were tables filled with interesting buffet food. Waiters were standing by with trays of red and white wine and the Japanese were lined up to greet and shake their guests' hands one by one as they entered the room.

Ann stayed with Mike at first, and people were quite impressed with her dress style and conversation. She was already on her second glass of wine when her husband asked why she was not eating anything. "How can I," she whispered, "I can't take the risk that I need to go before we get home, and God knows what would happen. There was quite a murmur of conversation in the room, the drinks were flowing and everyone seemed happy. Mike warned Ann that he needed to disappear with a few managers on both sides for a while.

Left on her own, Ann looked around for a side room and found one that was empty. She went in, carrying a glass of wine, and carefully sat down on a bench in the middle of the room. With the foreign bodies in her sex constantly making their presence known, she felt aroused, constipated and sordid. It was too much of an effort maintain a sparkling and sociable facade. She had done her bit and now she needed to be alone. As she eased herself down on the seat, still sitting upright, she sighed and sipped her drink. She had left the door ajar so as not to appear rude should anyone be looking for her.

Twenty minutes later Oswald looked round the door and came in, "hope you don't mind if I join you, but I just need to get away from the hubbub for a minute."

Ann waved her hand indifferently. He was someone she needn't bother to make conversation with or worry about hurting his feelings. In fact she relished letting him know of her disapproval of him.

He sat down at the other end of the bench. "Good party". She gave a nondescript nod.

"Good food." Thanks for reminding me, she thought.

They sat silently for a while. "You look a bit tense, Mrs Lloyd." That was unusually observant for an adolescent that lived in his own world. She softened. Being rude to him wasn't actually mandatory, so she said, "It's just a stiff back and to be honest I'd rather be back at the hotel"

"I could give you a shoulder massage"

Why not, if he was staying in the room, she might as well make use of him. "Perhaps for a minute"

He got up and went behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. Then he began to squeeze and press with his thumbs. Actually he wasn't half bad. She reached to one side and put her empty wine glass on the bench. He resumed the massage as soon as she returned to upright. The massage did help her to relax and ignore all the stuff down below. She could sit there and not talk. She wouldn't stop him just yet. It felt good and she relaxed a bit more.

Suddenly she felt a low vibration in her vaginal dildo at a very low level. Oh, no. How could that happen? Was it starting some sort of random cycle? She definitely turned the remote off and left it in their room. She had quickly turned it on first, surely that couldn't have programmed some kind of random cycle that was only now kicking in. She worried that it might be audible if it switched to high, then she remembered Mike telling her it was designed for silent running, so with all the background noise, she should be perfectly safe from anyone hearing it.

Then the vibration stepped up a notch. She didn't like it, and her pelvis squirmed. Oswald pummelled her shoulders and between her shoulder blades. That was helpful, it took her mind off the problem.

The vibration increased even further. It was a creeping irritation that she wanted away from her. She would grab it if she could and smash the thing. When it stepped up another notch, she gasped and arched her back. Unfortunately she was not a woman that could hold in her feelings. Just as well he was massaging her, it provided a decent explanation for her reaction.

Oh fuck! The clitoral device had now become active on its lowest setting.

The clitoral and vaginal vibrators increased by one level. There was a quivering in her vagina. It was driving her up the wall. She groaned and trembled. What would Oswald be thinking? She ought to get rid of him. If the rear intruder started up it would be too filthy by far. Fortunately the device remained dormant.

Oswald shifted his stance to get a better grip. He put his right arm over her right shoulder and grabbed her left shoulder with his right hand. It gave him the purchase to press into her back at the level of her bra strap. He groomed the muscles by her bra strap, edging around the side of the bra, until he brushed against the side of her breast. He was about to cross a red line and Ann was ready to slap him down in a forthright and proper manner.

It was at that moment the clitoral device chose to increase its intensity to maximum. Instead of slapping him away, her hands gripped the edge of the bench in panic, as if she were hanging on for dear life.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ann was preoccupied with holding it all together. The intensity of the clitoral stimulation was more than she could bear. Pulling on her hands she was riveted motionless to the bench. Any movement and she might lose it. Oswald massaged along her bra strap until, through her dress, he rubbed against the side of her turgid left breast.

The vibrations were unbearable. It was all she could do to hold back from screaming. Her hands clamped onto the bench in terror. Her back arched to the maximum. Oswald took it as permission to take even more liberties with her left breast, but she was in no state to do anything about that. His left hand cupped her breast under the dress, and his right hand slipped from her shoulder, down along the bare flesh at the top of her breast, and slipped under the top of her dress.

She was being dragged inexorably towards the precipice, grunting and groaning. Realising it was a losing battle, she gave up the attempt. Instead she focussed all her energy to keep herself from screaming out loud, and attracting attention from the party. Her vagina hugged the unwelcome intruder in a death grip, as it ran riot with her plumbing. An electric tingling ran up her legs, playing around her pelvis and into her womb like St Elmo's fire. For a moment her vaginal muscles relaxed, then came the pulsating contractions of an incredible orgasm. Now, of all times at the worst possible moment.

Having done their evil deed, the vibrators returned to a dormant state. Ann breathed out a long deep breath and gradually relaxed.

Oswald was touching her in a slow sensual manner, except now, as she was getting back to her normal self, she became aware just how disgusting it was. She was a mature married woman and this spotty teenager was touching her up.

She stood up, "That's quite enough thank you". She resisted the urge to slap him. She could hardly vent her disgust at this late stage. Under her glare, he nodded and slunk off back to the party. Ann thought she may have dodged a bullet, and expected that Oswald would believe her contortions were simply a reaction to his massage. If only he knew she'd had a massive orgasm while his hand was on her breast. Mind you, he may have noticed her nipple was hard, maybe even believed it had anything to do with him.

Unfortunately, Oswald may have gotten some ideas about her. She must make sure to slap him down hard if there were any follow ups.

After that incident, thankfully, the dildos remained dormant. By the time she had fully regained her composure and returned to the party, it was time for the closing speeches. They all filed back to the coach, which would return them to the hotel. Her husband asked her if she'd been OK while he was away. Ann decided not to tell him about her little incident, not yet anyway.


Chapter 3 - Back at the Hotel

It was a slow walk back to the hotel room, especially in high-heels, but Ann was very relieved to get inside and sit on the bed, as Mike closed the door behind them. There was the sound of someone walking about in the next room, but soon that went quiet. "I'll be glad when we get home and I can take this thing off. If you ever put me in this again, then the attachments will be much, much smaller, and only one at a time, and only for a short period."

"It has its funny side though, getting accidentally stuck when you were just trying it for size. Admit that you find it arousing and exciting."

"Tiny bit. But the anal dildo is particularly galling. I feel massively compacted as if I want to go to the toilet all the time."

Suddenly her eyes went wide and she clutched her belly. "Oh my God, the anal one is vibrating. Are you doing that?" He held out his hands, clearly he wasn't. "It happened earlier this afternoon, only it was the vaginal one then"

Mike looked surprised and concerned. "Crikey, did anyone know?"

"Fortunately no, I happened to be in a side-room on my own"

"That's OK then"

"But suppose it had happened on the coach. It would have been a disaster, you know what a screamer I am. Oh shit, it's stronger now and pulsing, it feels like an earthquake in my bowels. I'm sure it is pre-programmed to run at random intervals. Did you do that?"

"No, I promise"

"Then it must be some sort of default, or an error. Maybe the remote can stop it." She went over to her travel bag and started to rummage through. "Oh God the other one has started now. She flexed her waist and groaned. Then she grabbed the bag and tipped everything onto the floor. "It's not here! I thought I threw it into the bag"

"It's next to the waste bin, you couldn't have missed could you?"

"God I hope not, that would put the icing on the cake"

She began to take her clothes off, her blouse and skirt, bra and panties. Then she tried to take off her heels, but found it too difficult to bend down without further disruptions in her belly, so she left them on along with her stocking. She lay back on the bed, feeling her belly where it was exposed around the chastity belt. The hard rod was outlined under her skin, now vibrating strongly, and transmitting the vibrations to her fingers. The vibrations were travelling down the shaft from one end to the other in a wave. She tried all ways of pressing with her fingers, but nothing much helped to dampen the effects.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, as the vibrations of both rods increased to a high level.

The clitoral stimulator now came in at a low level, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." As it increased, she turned onto her front, on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth. Her breasts hung down, with nipples like arrows, so hard they were fit to burst.

Creaking from the bed next door and moaning was an indication that the couple next door were making love. She was glad to hear that since they could hardly complain about her making noises. It was a sort of permission for her to yell out, not that she could stop herself anyway if she tried.

The clitoral stimulator now increased in strength, and Ann went wild, clutching at her crotch and thrashing about in all directions. "No, Stop, Stop, Oh My Godddd." Her legs were trembling and her movements became jerky. She screamed repeatedly as tremors swept through her body, and with each violent contraction her muscles strained to close around the toys in her belly.

Behind the wall, there was a moan and the bed creaking stopped. Then her bed fell quiet as she also stopped. All of her intruders had stopped and become still. She lay back on the bed, breasts and neck flushed, thighs glistening with secretions, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. With the ordeal over, her face in the end looked quite serene.

Her husband was looking at her, "I've never been so turned on in my life"

"Well it's your own fault if you can't do anything about it. How about we have a nice cup of tea instead?"

Her husband put the kettle on, then he asked, "This must be your first orgasm for a very long time, how did it feel?"

"At first I didn't want it at all, but it was relentless. You know how hypersensitive I can be if I'm touched so directly, like an excruciating tickle you can't escape from. If I had any power to stop it I would. I was frantic to make it stop, as if I was being forcibly violated against my will. And then as it continued, it forced the arousal out of me. Then there came a point where I wanted the climax, I needed to get to the climax, and I must have it"

They drank the tea and relaxed. "I feel very rude sitting here dressed in only high-heels and stockings. Let me take them off so we can go to bed."

At that moment, the vaginal vibrator started up at medium strength. "Shit! I don't believe it. I've only had half an hour since last time. If it is random, then that's very unfair. Come on Mike, you must have the remote, and you've had your fun"

"I don't have it, honestly"

"How do I know you're telling the truth? You must have hidden it somewhere?" Then she gasped and lay back on the bed clutching her crotch. "Mike I can't bear it. Please make it stop." Her legs flailed on the bed. She started to breathe rapidly. She couldn't breathe into her belly due to the tightest of the belt, so she had to breathe twice as fast into her chest. The flush returned and her nipples popped out. After a while and with lots of swearing, she began to exhibit the tell-tale signs of heightened arousal. She screamed again. She must have inspired the lovers next door, because their bed began its rhythmic creaking again, while her own bed was squeaking and creaking in a totally erratic manner. Before long her whole body convulsed in a climactic orgasm.

Cruelly, this time the clitoral vibrator and dildos continued unabated. After orgasm the stimulation was unbearable. She yelled for it to stop, blubbering and crying. As it went on she began thrashing about and having the screaming hab-jabs, until she sought the only relief possible, turning on her front she thrust her hips furiously into the bed in an attempt to bring herself to a second orgasm. She squeezed her nipples and imagined she was fucking the brains out of a fantasy celebrity hunk. Her bare buttocks desperately bounced up and down, and the bed squeaked rapidly, matching the goings on next door. She came vocally and wildly, and collapsed on the bed. Just as she finished, there was a moan from next door and the creaking stopped. Her vibrators also finally stopped and all became quiet.

She lay in the same spot for very long time, before a thought formed in her mind. "Something's not right, Mike. Except for one time, the program stops when I come. If it were automatic it couldn't do that"

"Didn't I tell you? The new model is completely manual. Nothing happens unless someone presses a button."

"Mike. Do you know where the remote is?"

"Yes, Oswald has it"

She levered herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. She was naked, exhausted, and covered in sweat, with hair sticking to her face. "Who is in the next room, Michael?"

"Oswald"

She stood erect in front of him, her heels lifting her up to his eye level. She was almost speechless, but if looks could kill...

"Don't get upset Ann. While you were waiting in the coach this morning I made a very good deal with Oswald. He gave me a valuable stamp that is virtually unobtainable. In return I lent him the remote, to be returned when we get home"

"What! I can't believe my ears, that's appalling." She went red as she suddenly remembered the side room at the conference. Oswald had manipulated her level of arousal the whole time, as he helped himself to a feel of her tits. Oswald had decided how and when she reached a climax.

"We come out on top, you don't realise how rare this stamp is"

"That's not the point. How can I ever look him in the eye again? I've been utterly shamed and humiliated"

"I don't see why you're complaining? You wanted to have orgasms again and you seem to be having them in spades. It is actually a very good deal, and he promised not to use the remote when you were in company."

"Cancel the deal"

"But you're having fun and enjoying sex now. You've never humped me in the way you did the mattress just now"

Before she could answer, the intruder installed in her back passage began to vibrate, with strong pulses running from one end of the shaft to the other. Her hands grabbed the metal of her crotch. "Oh, fuck, not again, do something!" she yelled in panic, throwing herself onto the bed.

Mike hardly seemed to notice as he pulled out his magnifying glass and turned away to examine the precious stamp in more detail. He switched on the little desk lamp and sat down at the desk, taking a stamp catalog from one of the drawers.

The powerhouse in Ann's rectum maddingly tickled and stimulated all the nerve endings of her anus, nerve endings she never knew existed before today. She grabbed her tits and watched helplessly as her nipples expanded to aching points. Oswald's fingers would soon be running riot in every corner of her sex, and she would be dragged kicking and screaming to another inexorable climax.

When she heard a slow creaking from behind the wall, Ann turned scarlet and clamped a hand to her open mouth. She was about to humiliate herself for the benefit of the adolescent in the next room, who would wank himself off to her next performance.