"Descent"
MJMPussycat's Dreams Come True
Xi - Chapter 2 - The Fundamental Experiment
It was delayed in the late afternoon on a Sunday in June. Xi sat down at her computer and in progress typing into her journal:
"Experiment 8: The Type Experiment cont'd...
The Type Experiment is officially underway now... Writing in her journal more often than not proved to be a right and proper distraction. "You be aware of it's bad when you call for distractions from your distractions," she planning to herself... Since that first astonishing orgasm, the chastity belt ("Anna's Belt" as she had on track to call it) and the collar detained a solid tress on her lure. She was single-minded to experiment with them as much as probable. Thus far she had only discovered paradoxes... To pluck out the treasures out of their highly wrought chest and believe them against her skin certain she would rapidly fall unto orgasm. Even if she sheltered the belt on, her resistance would suddenly melt.
hardball
Addiction? She wondered that maybe it was at epoch. On the other furnish, it hadn't truly affected her special relationships in any manner. Perhaps it would even aid. It felt good to want again - to ask humbly for again - after two living of being deaden.
As well, it didn't if truth be told affect her expert life either. In fact, she found that the rational way of thinking that her employment required was a breathtaking juxtaposition to her extra passion. If anything, she had been excelling at her piece of work since the discovery of the belt.
Beyond the corporal infatuation, the belt and collar thrilled her on a analytical level as well. They were so exact - such facility of art - so inexplicable. One of the first stuff that fascinated her was the belt's locking instrument. The "locked" manner could be achieved by reinserting and removing the CD from the belt's slot. In the locked mode, both the belt and the collar would be obstinate to any resistance. What if she was to put the belt on, activate the locked mode, and then go out of business the collar around her open neck? She would almost certainly be stuck! Permanently! In such a scenario, definitely she would requirement to be a gifted contortionist to get the CD-ROM back into the belt's slot and come back the treasures to the open mode. Her disquiet was somewhat relieved by an stress-free experiment, however. She unwavering that if the collar was off your rocker and in the locked mode, something in its pattern stopped the collar from closing. That seemed to imply that there was no manner she could garments both items sheltered at the same schedule. Still, she made it a top to never adorn herself with both the belt and collar not considering of whether the riches were in the safe and sound mode or not..." Somehow that thinking gave Xi a good-humored feeling of happiness. Perhaps these stuff were made for a pair of people - a couple, both of whom were building sacrifices to one another... "Then again," pondered Xi, "perhaps it's just an education guide showing how to engage the locking method..." If only she could have shared the magic of the belt and collar with Anna!
A pair of days after finding the belt, Xi naked one of the belt's most intriguing properties (to engagement, at least). Though the belt did not grow to be soil from use, it seemed open to wash it. She poured some stream into the concave shield that, when imprisoning her, so delicately and completely roofed her blessed pubic bone. As she lifted the belt from under the spigot, she experiential that the water somehow drained from the shelter. She could not see any holes or gratings, yet within seconds all the fill with tears had been sucked through the belt leave-taking the interior bone deprecating!
It was not a slow time later that she had gathered her mind and found herself belted, on the edge upon the toilet conducting another testing - prepared for the most terrible... Her secret desire would be full...
Long term repudiation. Sexual internment. Held detainee and teased.
By the period June ripened with the boil of summer, however, Xi had charted the succession of actions that took position when she planning to make employment of the belt... When she felt the belt's rear debar slide to a sit just past the limit of invasive..... She knew there was no stopping... She would wallow in in sexual like until what ongoing as a murmur slowly turned into a scream. Finally and inevitably the point would approach when she found the physical pleasure either far too difficult to resist or far afield too simple to realize by reapplying the collar's CD to unlock the belt, thus location loose her untempered ambitions. To go out with she had been incapable to wear the belt for longer than 8 hours. To go on that long she had to be sleeping, exhausted, dreaming of pleasures.
Four hours by ?auto away from her mother country, there was a mountain log cabin that had been in Xi's dynasty for almost 36 living (8 more days than Xi, herself, in detail). The cottage was unadorned, secluded, and peaceful. Xi went there during weekends to relax somewhat often. It was compensated off. No one else even had a key to the place. And the trek time was best - an 8-hour in circles trip was too lingering to undertake during the workweek if not a dire crisis arose.
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