The local pleasure control office was as modern, sterile, and secure as the chastity device Kristen had been fitted with on her nineteenth birthday. That had been six weeks ago now, long enough for her to get intimately acquainted with the infuriatingly well-engineered piece of steel. The front panel, which blocked access to her clit, curved outward in the middle just enough to make it impossible for her to grind against...

It was the third and final morning of Kristen’s debt recovery punishment. She had not slept for more than an hour at a time since being fitted with the electric pasties, which shocked her nipples to a state of painful hardness at more or less random intervals. Her ass was sore from the near-constant presence of a sizeable anal plug, and she was even more restlessly horny now than she had been after six weeks of simple sex...

For a brief moment, Kristen had thought she might be finished with classrooms. Her résumé had already been judged and found adequate. Anything she added to it now would be a hobby of her own choosing, rather than a desperate bid to be noticed and chosen for the best opportunities. What better opportunity could she possibly hope to compete for than the one she’d already been offered, as a trainee of the Bureau? Already, th...

“Congratulations, Edwin and Alicia,” Kristen told the couple across the table from her, reading their names from her tablet. They were a husband and wife in their early twenties, still dressed in their wedding clothes and slightly tipsy, though probably not quite as tipsy as their bright pink cheeks would indicate. “Thank you,” they both mumbled, squeezing each other’s hands and grinning bashfully at each other. Seated to...

Kristen and Zach had a whole training room to themselves for their sanctioned tutoring session. The wall panels surrounding them held a complete arsenal, not only of the disciplinary implements they were here to study, but also the pleasure implements they would not begin working with until next semester. Being left unsupervised in a room full of so many possibilities would have been an almost unbearable distraction, were...

In the Bureau’s trainee barracks, surrounded by the morning scuffle of dozens of other trainees preparing for the day, Kristen and Zach spooned in her narrow bunk. No one paid them any attention. As far as anyone else knew, they were both locked inescapably in their standard-issue chastity devices, just like any other subjects of the Bureau and if they wanted to indulge in what physical closeness they could manage, compou...

It was a few minutes before the end of Disciplinary Implements class, and Professor Lawrence was collecting the single-fall whips they’d been practicing with, while the students traded and graded each other’s targets. Kristen and Zach had both succeeded in annihilating most of the center of their targets while keeping a full circle of unbroken paper around the edge. From what Kristen could see when she glanced to the side...

“It’s very important that you get the whole story out of her,” Senior Officer Kitteridge explained, while Kristen scrolled through the dauntingly long file full of questions and guidelines for Officer Deacon’s performance evaluation. “Yes, sir,” Kristen nodded. “But what story, exactly? I thought this was just an annual review.” “It… is,” said Officer Kitteridge, in a tone that said this was the shortest possible version...

Kristen tapped her ID card to the sensor on the side of the subject’s Bureau-issued chastity device. The cage disconnected from its frame with a click, and the subject let out a tremulous breath of anticipation, as Kristen eased the tight wire restraint off of his already dripping cock, allowing the blood to flow in. “Would you look at that?” Kristen sighed, crouching down with her hands on the man’s knees, to watch the a...

During what would soon come to be known as “The Click,” Leila Deacon was dozing on the hard tile floor of her cell. She had no way of knowing that, in a single instant, almost all of the Bureau-issued chastity devices in the country had suddenly unlocked themselves. The only thought that ran through her mind when her chains suddenly released was, This, I don’t need. “I didn’t do anything!” she shouted, hoping that there w...

Artemis left the gala announcement shoot with her hair wet, her head spinning, and her clit pounding inside its steel prison. All her life, she had worked to make herself impervious to frustration. Teasing herself past the point of endurance, and then just a little further, all without any chance of release, that was just a Friday night. And doing the same with a hot partner, the way she had with Evie in their little vide...