Marilyn admired the pool boy's tight, six pack abs as he hosed off the deck. She caught him stealing glances, longing glances, at her long, shapely legs, whisper slim waist and massive, battleship breasts. Marilyn delighted in the attention as she shifted in her lounge chair, giving him a better view. As she did, the sunlight sparkled off the mirror steel disk at her crotch. Marilyn was naked, save for metal plate at her pussy and nipples that locked her sex away.

You may look, she thought, but you can't touch. She sighed as she stood up, stretched and made her way pool-side to do some laps. She figured her husband Michael would be home soon. She decided to ambush him with a slow blow job as he walked in the door. The idea amused her.

She noticed the pool boy look up. Marilyn turned and noticed Barbra make her way from the house. She was carrying a valise in one hand and a tissue with the other. She was distraught.

Marilyn sighed and sat back down.

"He found out about Eric!" Barbra shrilled. "I don't know how, but Oscar found out!" Barbra dropped the valise on the lounge. "We were so careful!"

Marilyn looked at the case and the breath chilled in her lungs. It was from Chasti-Permalock, makers of chastity devices that once secured, were unremovable. Marilyn knew them all to well. It had been a year since her introduction. Her husband had caught her cheating on him and gave her a choice; a life of chastity, or divorce without a penny. Marilyn chose chastity.

"What am I going to do!" Barbra whined.

Marilyn soothed. "You're going to calm down." She motioned to the other lounge. "Sit, I'll have some daiquiris sent over."

Barbra wiped her tears. "I don't want a daiquiri. I want to know how he found out!"

Marilyn caressed Barbra's shoulder. "Oscar is not an idiot. He found out just like my Michael found me out." Marilyn smiled sadly. "I was so careful, I thought Michael would never find out. But he somehow did." She glanced at the case. "So Oscar gave you, ?the choice??"

Barbra nodded. "Chastity or divorce." She sobbed. "I can't give up sex!"

Marilyn touched her knee. "Then walk away. Take the divorce. The Chasti-Permalock company will allow anyone to force you to put it on." Marilyn looked at the valise and sniffed contemptuously at it. "Divorce him."

Barbra dabbed her tissue to her eye. "If I divorce him for infidelity I get nothing. No credit cards, no cars, no alimony. I'll be penniless."

"So? You're smart. You don't need his money."

Barbra glared at her. "I have never worked a day in my life. I can't start now."

Marilyn shrugged. "Marry again. What about the guy you were sleeping with?"

"He's married." She blew her nose. "Who will marry me? I'm forty-four!"

"You're a beautiful woman. Guys will be all over you."

Barbra let out a mirthless laugh. "But not as rich as Oscar. I had it all and I threw it away!" She looked at her reflection in Marilyn's nipple shield. "Look at me. I'm old!"

Marilyn covered her vaginal shield with her hand. "No you're not. Now stop crying, your making your eyes all baggy."

Barbra grew horrified at the idea and shielded her eyes. "Oh, no!"

Marilyn set her lips. "Now just stop it. You're beautiful and many men will want you."

"Oh, easy for you to say." Barbra scowled. "You look like your eighteen."

"That's the nanites. Little machines which not only bind the chastity to my body, but they also repair everything in my body. They will make me look this young for a very long time."

Barbra blinked away a tear. "Really?"

Marilyn nodded. "You think these boobs stay up by themselves?" Marilyn turned, giving Barbra a profile view. She relaxed her pose and faced Barbra. "Do you remember a year ago when I said that I would die without sex?" Marilyn shrugged. "I'm not dead!" She said happily. "It's funny. The thing that keeps us apart, have made Michael and I closer." She tapped a nail on lower chastity. "We went from having sex once every six months to sex three times a day."

Barbra was surprised. "You can have sex?"

Marilyn rocked her head side to side. "Not in the conventional way. I don't have sex. My pussy and ass are locked up. But I use my mouth, my hands..." Marilyn shrugged, making her blimp sized breasts bulge. "Before, our sex was plain, boring. Now it's sensual, passionate." She shrugged, "I keep him coming home... if you know what I mean." Marilyn winked.

"But what about you? Your orgasm?"

Marilyn smiled, refreshed. "I don't orgasm, per say. I have these mental thrills that run through me when I feel that hot splash on my neck when Michael comes between my boobs, or unloads deep in my throat." Marilyn sighed sweetly, her eyes closed. "We merge together then. I become in tuned with his passion. I can feel it." She opened her eyes. "I call them 'Me-gasms'."

Barbra's mouth hung open. "Are they as good as a regular orgasm?"

Marilyn looked her in the eye. "The nanites in my body detect if I tell a lie and hit me with excruciating pain. So, I can say with all honesty I am addicted to my me-gasms." She held out her arm. "Look, I get goose bumps thinking about them!"

"wow," Barbra said softly.

Marilyn nodded, looking at Barbra carefully. "Being without sex is not the hell I thought it would be."

"You make it sound wonderful."

Marilyn smiled deeply. "When Michael and I go to parties, I am the center of attention." Marilyn leaned in. "I am a total flirt. It super charges me. I have to take Michael into the broom closet and suck him off just to keep me until we get home." Marilyn sighed dreamily. "I wish he were home now."

Barbra nodded at the pool boy sweeping up. "What keeps you from taking the pool boy?"

"One, I can't lie. Two, if my body comes in contact with anyone else's sexual fluids I'll have an allergic reaction. Three, Michael has promised to add more Chasti-locks if I'm caught." She shrugged. "So, I'm a good girl."

Barbra shook her head. "But Oscar is eighty. I don't think he can even get it up anymore."

"When was the last time you tried? I mean, worked it?" Marilyn asked. "It's like a muscle, to more exercise it gets... Plus, Chasti-Permalock has nanite packages that will keep Oscar humming for years."

Barbra nodded. "So you think I should do it?"

Marilyn shook her head. "It's not about what I think. It's your life."

Barbra sighed. "I can't give up the money." She said sadly, then laughed breathlessly. "And who knows? Perhaps I'll learn to love the old codger."

Marilyn nodded. "I'll order us some daiquiris and you can think it over."

"Let's do it now. Before I change my mind."

Marilyn shook her head. "What's the hurry?"

Barbra stood up, pulling her hair back. "What's to decide? I can't give up the money, the cars, the yacht." She looked up wishfully at the pool boy picking up towels. "The massages in the afternoons..."

Marilyn turned and waved at the pool boy, dismissing him. "It was the afternoon massages that got you into this." She stood up and looked at her friend. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Barbra nodded. "Me-gasms, right?"

Marilyn shrugged. "Alright, well let's look at what we got." She sat down on the lounge and opened the case. Her eyes brows rose at the equipment within. "Whoa..." She whispered. Marilyn's chastises were elegant, delicate. They made perfect and sexy pool side wear, but Barbra's had the appearance of crude iron, with heavy, ugly bolts, like a medieval torture device. Marilyn carefully laid them out on the deck. In addition to the genital shields, there were ballet shoes, a corset, armbinder, collar and gag. The gag had at large ring in the center. Marilyn pulled on it and out came a plug. Inside was a soft, fleshy sheath. Marilyn nodded, understanding. "I guess this will be where Oscar puts his..."

"Me-gasms." Barbra said.

Marilyn nodded. "I do get me-gasms when I give Michael oral sex." She said looking at the back of the gag. There was a hole at the end of the sheath. Marilyn realized that the nanites would bind the back of Barbra's mouth to the back sheath of the gag. When Oscar came, it would hit the back of Barbra's tongue though the hole in the back of the gag.

Marilyn picked up a large, metal dildo. "I guess this is the inner chastity." She said awkwardly. "It's too big."

Barbra shook her head. "Nah, I can take it."

Marilyn looked up, slightly alarmed. "Uh, okay. Take off your clothes." As Barbra complied, Marilyn found the tube of lubricant provided in the case. She smeared it on thick. "Sit down and spread 'em." Marilyn took a moment, peering into the cavern of Barbra's pussy. "Here, you can do this."

Barbra took the fat dildo and slowly slid it in. "Ooooh..." She moaned. "That's kind of nice. Yeah, that fills me up!" She closed her eyes. "Touch me..." She whispered.

"Can't, remember?" Marilyn put her hands up. "You have fun."

Barbra sighed. "It's no fun alone. I'll just wait for my first me-gasm. What's next?"

Marilyn handed her a slightly smaller dildo. "Up the poop shoot." Marilyn winced as Barbra slipped it easily up her bum. "When they put mine in, I was screaming from being stretched apart."

Barbra gave a little grunt as it fit. "Okay, now what?"

Marilyn handed her a plate shaped like the number eight. "The smaller end covers your anus, the bigger goes over your pussy and clit." Marilyn showed off hers. "You should feel a little hood fit over your clit, that way you'll know it's in the right place."

Barbra adjusted it. "It doesn't feel secure."

Marilyn nodded. "When we activate the lock-down, it'll be very secure. Put on the nipple shields. Press them on, you'll feel something grab your nipple."

Barbra gasped. "Ow! That kinda hurts."

Marilyn held up the corset. "Stand up, let's get this on."

"Ooof!" Barbra groaned as Marilyn pulled the cords. "That's too tight!"

"It'll get a lot tighter when we hit the lock down."

"I can't breathe as it is!"

Marilyn held up the shoes. "Now these are some high heels." She admired them.

"Ballet shoes." Barbra gasped. "The latest thing."

Marilyn shrugged. "Okay, hold on to me and sit down."

Barbra slowly, awkwardly sat down. "I can't move in this corset."

"You'll get used to it." Marilyn knelt down and slipped on the shoes.

"Yeah, but you don't have wear one."

Marilyn tapped her chastity. "I thought I would never get used to this but I have to admit, it is comfortable." Marilyn laced up the boots which came to Barbra's mid calf. A zipper pulled up over the laces. Marilyn then attached cuffs over Barbra's ankles. "The cable contracts from a twelve inch flexible line to a four inch ridged bar." Marilyn looked up. "So, no running."

"Me-gasms." Barbra said.

Marilyn shrugged. "Okay, put your arms behind your back."

Barbra complied. "What is this?"

"It's a single glove. It will restrain your arms behind your back." Marilyn looked at a note she found in the glove. "Oh, it's to keep your arms restrained until the nanites absorb your arms into your body."

Barbra looked back, incredulous. "I won't have arms?"

Marilyn smiled. "You'll have servants to wait on you, hand and foot, sort of."

Barbra gave a determined sigh. "As long as I can have me-gasms, I can get through this." Marilyn slipped the glove on pulling the straps tight and Barbra whined. "Does everything have to be so tight?"

"Yes, or the system won't lock down."

"You know your Chastises." Barbra mumbled.

"When you wear them, you know them." She said picking up the collar. It was very wide and contoured to fit comfortably. "Hold your head up." Marilyn coached, moving Barbra's hair and slipping the collar around her throat. "You're going to have to stretch."

Barbra craned her neck as far as she could. Marilyn carefully closed the collar, stretching Barbra's neck further. "Ugh! I can't move!"

Marilyn sighed. "You do look sexy, though." Marilyn caressed Barbra's sizable breast. "So helpless..."

"Hey! I thought you couldn't touch?"

"I can touch a breast." She cooed.

"Unless you're gonna fuck me, don't torture me." Barbra growled.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Marilyn started rubbing her breasts against Barbra. "Ah, that is nice."

Barbra looked like she wanted to cry. "Please stop,"

Marilyn stopped. "Ah, the magic word. I think your learning." She picked up the gag. "Open up. Any last words?"

"I'm sorry I got caught."

Tilting her head to one side, Marilyn scrutinized her friend. ?Or how about, ?Stop, Marilyn. I change my mind. Oscar can go fuck himself. This is going too far. I don?t need his money, cars or French Villas, give me my freedom.?? Marilyn looked Barbra in the eye. ?We can end this silliness, take this stuff, order up some daiquiris and make plans on how you hook another billionaire.?

Barbra only opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Marilyn smiled sadly and shrugged. "Open wide... Wider!" Marilyn squeezed the long, fat tube into Barbra's mouth, maneuvering it into place. She wriggled the flanges over her teeth so they fit between her cheeks and gum. The face place covered her from chin to nose. Marilyn regarded it a moment. "Although it's kinky, it's not something you can take out in public." Marilyn looked in the case and noticed there was something else. She pulled out a flesh colored rubbery thing that when she held up looked like the lower half of Barbra's face and neck. "Ah! This is for public wear." She said holding it up. "You'll be the ultimate arm candy at parties."

Marilyn held up a small remote. She read the label. "Warning! The enclosed chastity devices are designed with only permanent lock-down. Once activated, they will permanently install to the wearer, prohibiting any form of sexual pleasure for the life of the wearer. We emphasis caution and to carefully consider the consequences." Marilyn held up the remote. "I push this once and it's armed. I push it again and hold it for ten seconds and the chastity activates and you will be like this for the rest of your life. With nanites in your system, that could be for another hundred and fifty years. Blink twice if this is what you want."

Barbra held her breath, then blinked twice.

Marilyn pushed the button and a light began flashing. "It's armed. Blink twice if you want me to continue."

She blinked twice.

Marilyn pressed and held the button.

Ten seconds. The longest ten seconds ever. "Blink twice if you want me to stop."

Barbra didn't blink.

Suddenly searing pain tore through Barbra. She fell onto the lounge writhing in agony. Marilyn held her and cooed her. "It's alright." She soothed her. "It will pass. The anchors of the devices are pushing into you. A pin goes through your clit and nipples and those hurt the worst. I know it's unexpected. I should have warned you." Marilyn looked at her. "Is it better? Kinda easing?" Marilyn winced. "Don't try to talk. The gag will shock you if you make any noise. It will condition you to be quiet at all times. Welcome to the world of silence!"

She helped her sit back up. "You're going to feel a little flush, feverish. Those are the nanites flooding your system. Everything getting tighter?" Barbra blinked twice. "You'll get used to it." She touched Barbra's gag, feeling the outline. "Wow, Oscar really went to town with this get up. When I told him you were sleeping around on him, I figured he would get you a set up like mine. I even showed it to him when we searched the Chasti-Permalock web site." Marilyn noticed Barbra's eyes of horror. "Oh, yes, it was me who told Oscar. The nanites in my body prevent me from lying, but truth can be tricky sometimes. Why did I do it? Well, because I found out it was you who told my husband I was sleeping around on him, you bitch."

Barbra wriggled her shoulders back and forth shaking her body no.

Marilyn looked surprised. "Did you tell my husband that I was sleeping around on him last year?" She asked directly.

Barbra shook her body no, then suddenly winced and shuddered in pain.

"Hurts, don't it?" Marilyn growled. "The nanites in your body are taking hold. You can't lie anymore. Now, try again. Blink twice if you ratted me out."

Barbra blinked twice.

Marilyn grimaced. "You rotten bitch! You ruined my life! Why? What did I do to you? I haven't done anything... " Marilyn squinted. "This isn't about Brad, is it?"

Barbra blinked twice.

Marilyn threw her hands up. "That was twenty years ago! You did this because I took Brad to our highschool prom?"

She blinked twice, slowly.

Marilyn put her hands to her face. "I don't believe you. You waited all these years?" She looked up. "Wait a minute, you broke up with him so you could go with Timmy." Marilyn thought back. "But he went with Amy." Marilyn pointed. "So you wound up going with your cousin, right? You've been pissed over a high school prom for all these years? This was all your fault! You should have just gone to the prom with Brad! Where you going to get Amy too?"

Barbra looked remorseful.

Marilyn blinked. "You got Amy already? Fuck! What happened to her? Chastities? She's locked up too? You bitch! So you saw what happened to her and came after me. Well, look where it got you. Welcome to Hell, bitch. Oh, yes, Hell. When I told you it was not the Hell I thought it would be? It's much, much, worse! Me-gasms? Oh, they exist, but they are a hollow, shadow of a real orgasm. I would give up everything; the house, the pool, the shoes for just one, real, screaming, oh God orgasm. I'm addicted to me-gasms because I keep thinking that if I have enough of them I'll have a real orgasm. The more me-gasms I have, the hornier it makes me. The hornier I am, the more me-gasms I need to keep me from climbing the walls."

Barbra began to silently sob.

Marilyn turned towards the house and caught the attention of the butler. She made a drink motion. He nodded and went back into the house. Marilyn looked at Barbra as tears splashed on the heavy gag. "What a pair we make. I should look up Amy's number and invite her over. We'll have some daiquiris." She laughed. "Isn't payback a bitch?"