“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’s left, Officer Deacon closely observed both her and the couple. She offered no direction at this time.

Kristen continued scrolling down the form on her screen, studying the context for the session.

Whenever she started to lean unconsciously forward to see the tablet better, the chain around her neck reminded her to straighten back up. In addition to her own standard chastity device, she was still wearing a long, hooked bar of metal, her punishment for slipping Zach the quiz answer in class. Seven inches of it were anchored deep in her ass, and the rest curved up to parallel her spine, chained in place around her neck and waist.

Rather than show any discomfort in front of the subjects, she used the bar to make herself sit more imperiously.

“I’m not seeing any record of either of you having been unlocked for skin time before,” said Kristen. “Is that correct?”

“Yes,” said Edwin, growing pinker. “We… well, we….”

“We wanted to make sure we had enough points saved up to make it special,” Alicia explained. “And it took so long to build up a good reserve, eventually it just made sense to make today the day. If we’d come in for an unlocking any sooner, our honeymoon would have had to be either dry or delayed.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, isn’t it?” asked Kristen.

In unison, Edwin and Alicia’s shoulders rose, caught between honesty and deference for the Bureau.

“I guess so, ma’am,” said Edwin.

“Yeah,” Alicia agreed.

“Have you given much thought to what you’re hoping will happen once we open those devices?” Kristen asked. “When you’re finally able to touch each other?”

“Well, yeah, some,” said Edwin, looking shyly down at the small amount of cleavage Alicia’s lacy neckline revealed.

“I’ve tried not to think too much about it,” said Alicia. “Easier that way.”

Kristen nodded and glanced back at the tablet. “You’ve requested twenty-five minutes of full unlocking, no stroke limits, plus nipple access during the same time period for you,” she looked to Alicia, “but not you.” She looked to Edwin. “Is that correct?”

“Yes,” said Edwin. “I’d, uh, I’d really, really like to touch them.”

“And you’re aware that this will bring you each down to a total of fifteen points remaining,” said Kristen.

The couple took a bracing breath. It was always scary, losing hundreds of points at once, but this was a happy moment for it. This what they’d been saving up those points for in the first place.

They nodded to each other, then to Kristen.

“Now, you’re both going to be very pent up, as well as inexperienced…” Kristen started.

“Uh, is there any chance we could get started asap?” Edwin asked, giving Kristen the most direct look that he’d been able to manage since arriving.

His slightly sunken eyes were oddly transparent when he managed to focus them, full of all the eagerness he was trying so hard to squeeze out of his facial expression.

“Well—”

Officer Deacon put her hand on Kristen’s thigh under the table and squeezed it in warning.

Kristen had been about to offer some advice, based on both official Bureau wisdom and common sense, about how the happy couple could get the most out of their points. But once a subject had brushed off Bureau wisdom in favor of a poor decision that was within their rights to make, standard procedure was to allow the subject to learn from their mistake.

Kristen smiled sweetly. “Of course. Let’s get you stripped down.”

With plenty of glances back and forth, to make sure they were proceeding correctly, Edwin and Alicia tenderly undressed each other. She untied his tie and ran the silk along her cheek before setting it aside. For each of the first three shirt buttons she undid, she kissed the newly available stretch of skin on his chest.

Then the impatience took over, and she rushed through the rest.

As soon as Edwin got his belt and suit pants open, he turned Alicia around and pressed his still-caged cock against her ass, through the white satin layers of her dress, while he helped her with her dress zipper.

When all of their clothes were finally draped across the table or piled on the floor, they made out for a few more moments, metal grinding against metal between their legs, before turning expectantly back toward Kristen and Officer Deacon.

Both Edwin and Alicia clasped their hands in front of their devices, unable to make eye contact while they waited for the next step. All four of their pleasure-proof pasties were slightly tented in the middle, revealing the potential sensitivity trapped underneath.

“May… may we?” Alicia managed.

Kristen entered the release commands on her tablet screen, and stood up to tap her ID card to the front panel sensors of Edwin and Alicia’s chastity devices.

The locks disengaged.

The sound was magnificent. That little click of freedom made the hair stand up on Kristen’s arms, and her nipples struggle against their own confinement. She had heard that sound from her own device less than an hour ago, but received no pleasure, only an empty threat of pussy whipping before she was locked away again.

She caught a wave of envy coming on and rerouted it quickly into vicarious excitement for the couple, who looked to each other with matching squeaks of breath.

Kristen opened the wall panel behind her and retrieved a bottle of hand sanitizer, along with a bottle of plain water for rinsing.

“For your pasties,” she said, placing the bottles on the table in front of Alicia.

While Alicia worked on dissolving the adhesive around her nipples, Kristen walked to the wall on the other side of the room. She crouched down, bending at the knees to keep her back straight. With some difficulty, she pulled out the wide, thin drawer at the bottom, revealing a small cot lined with clean paper.

She made sure Alicia had removed the last scraps of the pasties before bringing up the timer on her tablet.

“Twenty-five minutes starts… now.”

Edwin and Alicia jumped on each other, making out harder, faster. Alicia removed Edwin’s unlatched cage, he gave the metal front panel of her device the nudge it needed to fall to the floor, and they grabbed at each other in a panicked, violent frenzy.

Without breaking apart even for a moment, they shuffled sideways to the cot and dropped heavily onto it.

Kristen settled carefully back into her seat, next to Officer Deacon, to watch.

Not long ago, Kristen would have gone out of her way to avoid absorbing any images that might provoke a sexual reaction in her. The uncomfortable ones had seemed like more than her mind could handle, while the pleasant ones made her enforced chastity needlessly more difficult.

Now that she was more accustomed to both the displays of other people’s sexuality around her, and the constant, frustrated thrum of her own, she welcomed what power there was in watching. That, at least, was something she could do.

Both Edwin and Alicia were enjoyable to look at. He was more obvious about it, with sharp cheekbones, soft lips, and a torso that tapered from wide shoulders to narrow waist at stunningly crisp angles.

She had a more forgettable look at first glance, lacking strong shapes in either face or figure. There were moments, though, when she would briefly forget that she was being observed, even by Edwin. She would smile to herself, as if just re-remembering that this was really happening, and grind herself against his thigh, taking pleasure in a way that came naturally to her, instead of waiting for him to give it to her.

Those moments never lasted more than a couple seconds before she reined them in, but there was something about them, the daring shape her mouth took on during them, that was hauntingly appealing.

Both of them had the smoothest, softest-looking skin. It must have felt incredible, brushing together like that.

Kristen almost gasped aloud when Officer Deacon reached along the back of her chair to stroke her upper arm.

“What would you do differently?” Officer Deacon whispered in Kristen’s ear. “If you were the one tasked with pleasuring her?”

Kristen thought for a moment, watching Edwin wriggle his fingers into his wife’s tight opening, sucking on her breasts with all the confidence and purpose of a dog that had suddenly caught up to the car it was chasing.

“I’d request releasing her nipples first,” said Kristen. “I’d start by teasing them until she was so hot and wet inside her device that she wouldn’t even know what to do with twenty-five minutes of freedom by the time she got them. Then I’d ask her to ride my face. I’d beg her to, if I had to, until she stopped assuming that she’d be imposing or something by saying yes. I bet she could make herself cum against a willing mouth in about five minutes if she could just be sure it was okay. So that’d give me five minutes to study the moves and pressure she likes best, and another fifteen to repeat them back to her until she’s trembling on the floor.”

Officer Deacon’s eyes sparkled behind her square glasses as she smiled.

“And him?”

By now, Edwin had maneuvered himself between Alicia’s legs. His cock was so hard it looked painful, though he had only been allowed full blood flow for a matter of minutes. At least three times already, he had brought it to Alicia’s pussy but then pulled it away, closing his eyes and forcing several deep breaths.

“For him, I’d spend the few extra points to use one of the auto-masturbators behind the wall,” said Kristen. “Take all of thirty seconds to get him past that first, backed-up, too-quick orgasm he’s so worried about right now. Then, when he’s not so antsy, I’d experiment to find his favorite types of cuddles and dirty talk, until he’s actually ready to deliver the long, hard pounding he’s obviously been dreaming about for years.”

“Not bad,” said Officer Deacon.

They watched in silence for a moment as Edwin finally squeezed his way resolutely into Alicia, with plenty of wincing on both sides. For all his engorgement, he was still mostly dry, not the easiest visitor for her nervous, tensed-up pelvic muscles.

He looked as uncomfortable as she did, inside and out, as his expectations for the day faltered, and he realized how fast this was going to be over, no matter how many deep breaths he took.

“I’d say they’ve fumbled around enough,” said Officer Deacon. “Would you agree?”

“Sure,” said Kristen. “But there’s nothing we can do, right?”

“They have to learn from their mistakes,” said Officer Deacon. “But in order for that to happen, they have to learn that better options existed. Besides, it’s still a honeymoon. It is supposed to be fun.”

#

Kristen crouched down next to the pained, awkward faces of the couple.

“How does it feel?” she asked Alicia. “Being unlocked, finally getting him inside you, where you’ve been craving him since the first moment you saw him. How does it feel?”

“Uh.” Alicia hesitated. “Good?”

“Does it really?” Kristen asked. “Or is that just what you were expecting to feel?”

Alicia froze. There was no safe, direct answer for her to give.

Kristen kept talking, making the pause too short for Alicia to be blamed for not filling it.

“After all that waiting, all those sweaty, restless nights, all the innocent kisses you’ve had to cut short before they could become unbearable, you’re finally free to fuck. How could it be anything less than the greatest ecstasy you’ve ever felt?”

“I… I don’t know,” Alicia answered, carefully, honestly. “How could it?”

Edwin’s arms began to shake as he held himself in place over her, watching the conversation between Alicia and Kristen with vague horror, but also desperate curiosity, hoping for an answer he could use to make this all it should be.

“What do you want right now?” Kristen asked Alicia.

“To feel how I did on the way over here,” Alicia answered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was so cranked up and ready to go, before we actually started. But then the stretching kind of hurt, and it’s like I got so stuck in my head that I lost it.”

“Starting from this moment,” said Kristen, “is there anything you think would help you get that feeling back?”

Alicia brought her arm across her face. “Time,” she said. “More time.”

“You’ve only used four minutes so far,” Kristen assured her. “I think you’d be surprised how much you can fit into the other twenty-one.”

“No, I mean… I wish,” she moved her arm to look up at Edwin, “I wish every second it takes me didn’t feel like I’m hurting you. Keeping you waiting.” She covered her eyes again. “I’m sorry.

“Someday, you might get a kick out of keeping him waiting,” Kristen lightened her voice, hoping to lighten the mood with it. “But probably not today.”

Kristen looked to Edwin.

“How fast do you think you could cum right now?” she asked. “If you just let it happen?”

“I won’t put my pleasure before hers,” Edwin said defensively.

Someone had taught him consideration, if not strategy.

“Trust me, you don’t need a hard cock to please her,” said Kristen. “A hard cock is nothing compared with a little patience. And patience won’t be easy for you in your current condition.”

“I couldn’t live with myself,” Edwin insisted, lowering himself to his elbows, kissing Alicia’s breasts with his eyes on Kristen. “I can’t just make sure I’m satisfied, first thing, while she needs help to make sure it happens for her at all.”

Kristen nodded as she processed his protests.

“You’re really determined to be fair about this,” she said.

“Of course,” said Edwin.

“Do you wish your body felt more like hers does right now?” she asked.

“I… I’m not sure I understand,” said Edwin.

“Do you wish you had to start from the beginning, even after all this waiting?” Kristen clarified. “Slow and delicate, vulnerable to pain, with no certainty you’ll be able to finish before you’re locked back up for another agonizing wait?”

Edwin thought. “If it meant I could share it with her, sure I do. But—”

“We can put you there,” said Kristen. “Or, pretty damn close.”

Edwin lifted one of his sharp, thin eyebrows, uncertain.

“You won’t like it,” Kristen promised.

This was apparently what made Edwin feel comfortable enough to nod.

“Pull out and kneel here on the floor for me,” Kristen directed, pointing to the hard tile next to the cot.

With one soft, apologetic kiss on Alicia’s lips, Edwin did as he was told.

“I would offer to let you perform this maneuver yourself, Alicia,” Kristen said as she returned to the table, where she’d left her bag. “But if watching him wait bothers you, you probably wouldn’t take to it well.”

Kristen reached into her bag and retrieved one of the two leather straps from class, the ones she was supposed to practice with.

True, she was mainly supposed to practice on herself, but no one had specifically told her not to practice on anyone else if the situation called for it.

“Gentle, now,” Officer Deacon whispered to her. “A flick of the wrist will do.”

Kristen walked back to Alicia and Edwin, folding the strap in half in her hands.

“Alicia, I recommend relaxing and touching yourself softly while we take care of this. Feel free to watch or not, whichever feels better to you.”

Tentatively, Alicia kept her eyes open, running fingers over her pussy in long, slow strokes.

“Edwin, you’re going to touch yourself, too.” Kristen held up a hand before Edwin could object. “When you start to cum, you’re going to clasp both your hands behind your head, and trust me to interrupt you. It’ll hurt and leave you sensitive, with a long road back to the edge, but I promise, you’ll stay just as frustrated and desperate as you are now. Kind of like your wife.”

With a fond glance at Alicia, Edwin resolutely began stroking his cock, still wet from its brief visit inside her.

After a few seconds, his eyes unfocused.

“No, look at her,” said Kristen. “Show her what just looking at her does to you.”

Edwin refocused on Alicia’s face, and they shared their first of those bashful, secret smiles since the devices had come off.

“How many times can you remember thinking that you’d give almost anything just to masturbate to the thought of her, let alone touch her?”

The smile deepened for both of them.

“More than I can count,” said Edwin, stroking himself faster.

“You want so much to be a good lover to her. And if you’re having trouble, it’s only because you’re too turned on.”

“Yes,” Edwin murmured, breath growing shorter.

“Show her that overeager orgasm of yours that’s been getting in the way. Bring it out and sacrifice it to her.”

A wordless moan started in the back of Edwin’s throat.

“You promise…” he forced the sound into words. “You won’t let me….”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Kristen cooed, crouching down beside him and giving the folded strap a loud snap against itself.

“Oh, god….”

Edwin’s beautiful face spasmed, and he wrenched his hands away from his cock just as the first jet of ejaculate left it, splashing the paper cot cover next to Alicia’s arm.

Before a second jet could follow, Kristen swatted the looped end of the strap against the head of Edwin’s cock.

It wasn’t an excessively violent swat. Just sharp, controlled, perfectly timed and targeted to that most vulnerable cluster of nerves along the underside.

Edwin’s moan turned to a whimper as his orgasm sputtered out. His fluid kept coming for several more seconds, dribbling weakly out of his failing erection with no pleasant contractions to propel it.

“Good boy,” Kristen ran her fingers briefly, instinctively, though his shiny hair, forgetting that he was probably a few years older than herself. “Go back to bed now and let your wife take care of you, the way she would want to be cared for in your place.” Kristen glanced at Alicia, who was already reaching out to hold him. “I recommend paying close attention.”

Edwin crawled forward to collapse against Alicia’s warmth, plaintively nuzzling her soft breasts for comfort while she took over stroking his hair.

The sound of two light taps on the table behind Kristen announced Officer Deacon’s desire to speak with her.

While Edwin and Alicia were preoccupied with each other, Kristen methodically stood up and returned to her chair. She was learning to accept the stimulating way her anal hook pushed its way deeper inside her as she sat.

Officer Deacon leaned toward her and motioned her close.

Kristen presented her ear for the officer’s notes, and for the brush of her breath against it.

“Did you see the reaction when you said ‘sacrifice’?” Officer Deacon whispered.

“Yeah,” said Kristen. “I thought he was going to burst before I finished my sentence.”

“Not just him,” said Officer Deacon. “Her nipples re-hardened right in sync with it.”

Kristen glanced back at the couple, as if she could glance back in time to catch the detail she’d missed.

“She’s terrified of being selfish, just like he is,” Officer Deacon went on. “But she likes how much he’s willing to suffer for her. It turns her on, as long as she doesn’t feel like the direct cause of it. The less say she has, the less her guilt weighs her down.”

“I wonder if that one goes both ways too,” Kristen mused.

“Recap,” Officer Deacon prompted. “The positive triggers you’ve identified for sure are…?”

“Sacrifice, symmetry, innocence,” said Kristen, breathing in the spicy vanilla scent that hung around Officer Deacon’s short hair and exposed neck.

“And how are you going to use them?” the officer asked.

Kristen checked the clock in the corner of her tablet screen.

“Not much time left to get fancy,” Officer Deacon noted. “Unless have a strong lead on a climax, it’s about time to get them focused on the emotional closeness of full nakedness. Start preparing them to bond over going back in their devices unsatisfied.”

“I think I can make the time play in their favor,” said Kristen. “I might take a couple liberties, but I think you’ll approve.”

“Then by all means,” Officer Deacon nodded back in the direction of the cot. “Show me what you’ve got.”

#

Alicia was sitting up, cross-legged with her back against the wall, leaning forward to shower soft kisses over Edwin, who was lying face-up in her lap.

“Have you ever wanted to taste her?” Kristen asked as she approached.

“Mmmph?” Edwin tried to answer from under Alicia’s lips.

“Not the way you are now, obviously,” Kristen clarified.

Alicia lifted her head, so that they could both look up at Kristen.

“You’re lying right next to it,” Kristen told Edwin. “Inches away from that soft, sweet, unlocked pussy. You must be able to smell how hungry it’s gotten watching you. If I were where you are, I don’t think I could resist. Not if she’d let me, I mean.”

The sideways flick of Edwin’s eyes confirmed that he was aware.

“Would you let him taste you?” Kristen asked Alicia. “If he’s gentle?”

“I… I would,” Alicia stumbled. “If he really wants to. Or if the Bureau demands it.”

Kristen let Alicia hear her sigh. “You’re a difficult one.”

“I’m not trying to be,” Alicia protested.

“I know, that’s what makes you so difficult,” said Kristen. “All right, here’s what we’re going to do. Edwin, you’re going to kiss her thigh.”

Edwin turned himself over and brought his lips down on the delicate skin of Alicia’s inner thigh, in almost the same motion she had used to kiss his face.

Alicia took in a happy breath.

“Alicia, you’re going to give him no fewer than three instructions,” Kristen ordered. “I don’t care if that was already the best kiss you’ve ever gotten. Tell him three things to do, and then finish with, ‘Now do that to my pussy.’”

Alicia took another breath inward, sharper, more nervous, but still excited.

Making it an order seemed to make it possible for her.

“Well, uh,” Alicia’s voice quavered but didn’t die. “Kiss me again, with your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth. Then bring it down, slowly. Lick me with the bottom of it. Yeah,” she breathed in, as Edwin practiced this motion on her leg.

“That’s one,” said Kristen.

“Now flatten it out,” said Alicia. “Slide it back and forth. Not like you’re licking an ice cream. Not like you’re trying to eat or even move my skin. Just run as much of the outer edge of your tongue along it as you can, and then double back.”

Edwin cupped his hands to her hips to hold himself at the perfect distance to do so.

“One more,” said Kristen.

“Next…” Alicia hesitated. “Next suck me.” She winced at the crass sound of the words, but Edwin didn’t seem to mind. He complied so quickly that she had to rush to specify, “Softly! So softly, just enough to make your mouth stick to me. And then let go and do it again.”

Edwin adjusted, and Alicia shivered in anticipation of the required next words.

“Now… now do that to my pussy.”

Edwin dove in, with a charged blend of gusto and delicacy.

Alicia gasped and crackled the paper with her fingers. With every breath, she sounded delighted and amazed all over again at how good it felt, as if she still hadn’t quite believed it the moment before.

Edwin’s cock hardened with each of her sounds of pleasure, beginning to look structurally sound enough to return from its time-out.

“How do you think it would feel,” Kristen asked, “to have him inside you again now?”

“Good,” Alicia moaned.

“For real this time?” asked Kristen.

“Yes!” Alicia looked at Edwin. “Can you?” Back to Kristen. “May we?”

Kristen shrugged indulgently. “It’s your honeymoon.”

As urgently as the first time, and much more confidently, Alicia and Edwin rearranged themselves on the cot. She lay back, and he slid into her near-frictionless wetness.

Alicia gasped higher, with more of her voice, in awe of the different but still shocking pleasure.

Edwin kept it going, delivering each thrust with wide-eyed reverence. While he did so, he whispered against her breasts, neck, and lips. The words started with declarations of love and odes to her beauty. Then they turned incoherent and dissolved into similar gasps of disbelief at the building sensation, radiating from where their bodies met.

The buzzer sounded on Kristen’s tablet.

“That’s twenty-five minutes,” said Kristen.

“No!” Alicia cried, completely forgetting her deference for a moment.

Edwin made a sound with the same easily identifiable meaning.

“I’m afraid so,” said Kristen. “You both have a thirty-second grace period to submit to relocking, before incurring penalties.”

“What if… what if we added on all the points we have left?” Alicia asked, holding Edwin possessively on top of her.

“You can’t afford it,” said Kristen. “Not even one more minute for the two of you. Are you planning on stealing time?”

“No,” Edwin panted. “Fuck. Okay.”

He pulled himself out of Alicia’s clinging arms, and then out of her pussy, with equal-looking difficulty.

“Don’t hurt her, okay? We’re submitting.”

He held his hands in the air, away from his pulsing erection, and looked to Alicia.

With short, frustrated breaths bordering on tears, she knelt up on the cot and raised her hands too.

“With deepest respect for both the Bureau and you two ladies,” Edwin glanced from Kristen to Officer Deacon at the table, and back again, “I beg for any information, or any leniency, that might allow me to satisfy my wife tonight.”

Kristen pretended to think about this now, as if she had not been thinking ahead to this inevitable moment for at least half of the session.

“I see why you married him,” she told Alicia.

Alicia managed a weak smile.

“Okay,” Kristen said, turning back to Edwin. “Today only, I’m going to allow you to assume your wife’s debt, for any unauthorized time she spends out of her device.”

Officer Deacon tapped the table quite sharply.

Kristen looked back at her. Trust me, she mouthed.

With an uncomfortable bite of her lip, Officer Deacon waved her onward.

“We’ll lock you up,” Kristen told Edwin, “and you can gift her as much time and attention as it takes to make her cum, at your own expense. How does that sound?”

“Yes,” said Edwin, swallowing heavily. “I mean, good. I’ll do it. Please.”

Kristen nodded. “Let’s get you some ice. The sooner you’re secured, the sooner you can—”

“Can I do that too?” Alicia asked.

“Do what?” Kristen asked innocently.

“Can I take his debt?” Alicia asked. “So he can stay unlocked with me?”

This was what Kristen had been counting on.

“I suppose that’s only fair,” she allowed.

“No!” said Edwin. “I can’t let you do that.”

Alicia leveled a steady gaze on him. “I would enjoy it more that way.”

“Sounds pretty conclusive to me,” said Kristen.

Edwin’s cock throbbed visibly in anticipation, as he realized he couldn’t come up with an argument against this.

#

“Put my pasties back on,” said Alicia. “I want my debt per minute to be the same as his.”

“Of course,” said Kristen, heading to the wall panels for a fresh pair. “There is one thing, though.” She leaned out from the open panel to look back at the couple. “I’m not completely convinced that either of you can take the punishment you’re about to rack up. Unlocked time is precious, and it’s so easy to get carried away.”

Alicia and Edwin looked at her, grave and uncertain.

“How can we convince you?” Alicia asked.

“You don’t have to,” said Kristen. “You’re just going to have to take it on a minute-by-minute basis. That way, we’ll know right away if you’ve stolen more than you’ve got the fortitude to make up for. You won’t be able to dig yourselves into a pit I can’t get you out of.”

In addition to the pasties, Kristen retrieved a short stool and two copies of a fairly severe cat o’ nine tails whip, one of which she held out to Officer Deacon.

“You can’t transfer debts,” Officer Deacon hissed at her. “Debts are sacred,”

“And a point is a point,” Kristen whispered back. “They’ll both still be punished for exactly how much they take for themselves. It’s only different in their heads.”

There was restrained mischief in Officer Deacon’s eyes as she accepted the whip.

Kristen handed Alicia the packet of pasties and set the stool down next to the cot.

“Have a seat, Edwin,” she directed.

With his hands still held carefully away from any important nerves, Edwin took his place on the generously sized steel surface of the stool. His feet rested firmly on the floor, with his knees bent just past a ninety-degree angle.

“All sealed away?” Kristen asked Alicia, who was now rubbing the second pleasure-proof pastie smooth against her skin.

“I think so,” said Alicia.

“Come here so we can check, then,” said Kristen.

Alicia complied.

Kristen took hold of the back of Edwin’s hand and brought it to Alicia’s breast. With his thumb trapped under hers, she rubbed the center of the pastie, finding the slight, mostly flattened bump underneath.

“No happy little flutters when he does this now?” Kristen asked.

“No,” Alicia answered with longing that had to be real. “It’s like pressure on a numb gumline.”

“Good,” said Kristen. “Now, at this point, I’m obligated to order you again, on behalf of the Bureau, to let me lock up your clit and cock as well. And to inform you that, should you resist, you will each receive thirty points of debt recovery punishment per minute until you comply.” She twirled her cat o’ nine tails in a circle over the floor, letting the ends clatter against the legs of the stool. “With this, that’s two points per stroke.”

The whip was mostly braided leather, but four out of the nine falls at the end were threaded with steel beads, which significantly increased its sting factor and point efficiency. The sound the beads made against the matching steel legs of the stool was enough to set teeth on edge.

“There. I’ve ordered and informed you,” said Kristen. “What happens next is up to you.”

With only one shared glance down at the swirling cat o’ nine tails, Alicia climbed onto Edwin’s lap, facing him.

Edwin scrabbled at her back, trying to drag her down onto his cock almost faster than she could line it up for entry.

The moment she was in place, anchored on his erection, she began grinding against him so purposefully and forcefully that Kristen worried for a moment that she might knock him over backwards.

He remained stable, pressing down hard against the floor with both legs, to bounce Alicia up and down on top of him.

Fingers twisted through hair, kisses turned to ravenous bites and hickeys against each other’s necks.

Kristen stepped into place behind Edwin, and Officer Deacon mirrored her behind Alicia. The Bureau workers met eyes over the couple’s heads.

“You two are just insatiable for each other, aren’t you?” Kristen asked, winding up her cat o’ nine tails.

She struck right on target, on the left cheek of Edwin’s ass, drawing a gasping cry.

“Yes, ma’am,” Edwin answered, completely undeterred from Alicia’s flesh.

“Criminally insatiable,” Officer Deacon added, giving Alicia her share of the punishment, or his share, depending on how you looked at it.

“Yes ma’am,” said Alicia, laying kisses frantically along Edwin’s jaw.

“You just love showing off how much you can take for her, don’t you?” said Kristen, snapping the whip to even out Edwin’s cheeks. “You love it almost as much as fucking her.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“There’s not a single rule you haven’t imagined bending or breaking,” Officer Deacon whispered with her chin hovering over Alicia’s shoulder, “if it would get you closer, keep your darling safer.” She snapped the whip against Alicia’s upper back.

“No, ma’am,” Alicia answered, gasping for breath.

“Officer,” said Kristen.

She missed the timing of the next stroke, momentarily lost in the shape of her mentor’s lips, and forgot what she had been about to say.

“Officer… have you ever seen two subjects more in need of Bureau guidance, to give structure to their urges?”

Kristen struck Edwin twice in quick succession, to catch up to the pace of one stroke for every four stolen seconds.

Officer Deacon did the same with Alicia.

“Never,” the officer agreed. “Can you imagine where they’d be without us?”

“In bed together for weeks at a time, probably,” said Kristen.

Edwin’s next moan sounded like a response to her words more than her whip, wistful and languid.

“And still they’d never get around to admitting how they want it.” Officer Deacon gave Alicia a harder one on the ass. “I’ll bet you would have faked it rather than risk offering him a simple little tutorial, wouldn’t you, you sweet-faced liar?”

“It’s… it’s a possibility," Alicia admitted.

“What a waste,” said Kristen.

“People are always wasteful in abundance,” said Officer Deacon. “She’d think she can ask him for something she’ll actually enjoy tomorrow night, or the night after, or the night after.

“It’s different when you’ve been dreaming about it for this long, isn’t it?” Kristen put her hand on Edwin’s shoulder, near where Officer Deacon was resting hers on Alicia’s. They laced the backs of their fingers briefly together.

“Now you’ll never be able to lie about how hot you are, how wet, how close,” Officer Deacon murmured to Alicia before her next stroke. “Will you, dear?”

“No, ma’am,” Alicia agreed.

“You’ll be able to tell now, if she ever tries it, won’t you?” Kristen asked Edwin, with a snap to the fleshiest part of his upper arm. “Now that you know what the real thing feels like, sounds like, smells like.”

“Yes,” Edwin moaned.

Alicia’s wetness was running down his thighs.

“The real question,” said Officer Deacon, “is whether we can teach these two to limit themselves to the time they’ve earned.”

She struck Alicia’s ass, far enough to one side that a couple of beads hit Edwin’s leg as well.

“Don’t you wish we’d just taken our devices off now?” Kristen asked, giving Edwin’s ass and Alicia’s thigh a matching, shared stroke to keep things even. “With twenty-five minutes of freedom still ahead of you?”

“Yes,” Edwin answered.

“You could have started by talking to each other, you know,” said Kristen. “Not to mention cuddling. Kissing. All the simple things you’re afraid to do too much of when you can’t afford release. You didn’t think to take your time with them now that you finally could?”

“No,” said Edwin.

“No, you got greedy,” said Kristen. “You had to jump right to the forbidden part before you were ready, and squander half of it.”

“You understand why you don’t deserve to still be unlocked, don’t you?” asked Officer Deacon.

“Yes,” Edwin and Alicia moaned together.

Kristen and Officer Deacon whipped the pair in unison. Their asses were now as pink as their faces had been to start with.

“Then why are you still fucking?” Kristen demanded.

“For you,” Edwin said, cradling Alicia’s face in his hands.

“For you,” Alicia answered, cradling his in return.

Kristen and Officer Deacon punished their naked backs.

“For you!”

“For you!”

The couple shouted.

The whips came down.

Something changed in the pitch of the moans. Alicia clutched Edwin around the shoulders. She drove her hips down against him four more times at top speed, then kept them there.

“Please, please, please,” Edwin whispered, perhaps involuntarily, holding her still long enough to thrust up into her one last time.

A sigh of infinite contentment left them both at once. They wobbled on the stool, searching for a support that wasn’t there, before managing to balance against each other again.

“Thank you,” Alicia remembered first, blinking blearily up at Kristen and Officer Deacon.

“Right,” said Edwin. “Thank you for your mercy.”

“Submit for relocking,” Kristen said simply, twirling her whip again. “Or that mercy’s going to run out.”

Weak in the legs but well-motivated, Edwin and Alicia managed to get up from the stool and separate, hands in the air.

Officer Deacon had already gone for the gentlest disinfectant wipes, and she stepped in to clean Edwin’s spent cock.

Kristen handed Alicia one of the wipes to use herself.

“I can trust you with your own cleaning at this point, can’t I?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alicia agreed.

Alicia did not try to sneak any extra stimulation as she performed this task, though she definitely lingered a little over her last glimpse of her unlocked pussy.

When she was done, Kristen pressed the panel of Alicia’s chastity device into place and fed the chains into their locks. They tightened to ensure that not even a pinkie finger would reach Alicia’s clit again, until she earned it.

Her point counter sat at zero, making up for the dawdling before Kristen and Officer Deacon had begun their debt collection.

“Next time you come in here, you’re going to have a plan, aren’t you?” Kristen asked.

“Yes, of course,” said Alicia.

“Definitely,” Edwin agreed, as Officer Deacon locked his cock into its flaccid confinement, under his own zeroed-out counter. “Thank you.”

“Can you find your way to the elevators?” Officer Deacon asked, unlocking the door with a tap of her ID card.

“We’ll manage,” said Alicia, pulling on her wedding gown and turning for Edwin to help zip her up.

He stopped at shoes, pants, and undershirt, and bundled the rest of his wedding clothes under his arm.

“I love you,” the pair kept whispering to each other as they stumbled out. “I love you so much.”

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As soon as they were gone, Officer Deacon’s hand came down on Kristen’s ass in a sharp smack.

“You’re going to get me in real trouble someday,” she scolded.

“And yet?” Kristen asked, turning toward Officer Deacon with a reckless lift of her eyebrow.

“And yet,” Officer Deacon acknowledged, taking a step closer. “That was a judiciously kind thing you did for—”

Kristen leaned in.

Officer Deacon did not pull her perfect lips away.

Kristen explored them gently with her own, wishing for the ability to taste them.

They stood this way for several seconds, delaying the need for speech, running hands over each other’s meager unblocked nerve endings.

Kristen backed away, resting her forehead on Officer Deacon’s to search beyond her slightly steamed glasses.

“Go about your day, trainee,” the officer breathed.

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