Major Elaine Garcia's vision was blurry as she found herself sprawled face-down on a bed. Before her, a horizontal mirror angled slightly downward, reflecting her form stripped of her signature blue Army Service Uniform. Beads of perspiration glistened on her bare skin, catching the flickering amber glow of candlelight, transforming her body into a canvas of liquid gold.
Usually pulled back in a severe bun, her hair had come undone, framing her face laden with makeup thicker than standard military dress code would permit. Her eyes were rimmed with a sultry combination of winged eyeliner and lush false lashes. Her cheekbones were accentuated by translucent pink blush over shimmering bronze. Her lips were glistening with deep crimson color. Her appearance was so ridiculously provocative and inappropriate even by female recruiters' standards attending Military Ball.
A delicate golden necklace adorned Elaine's slender neck. Its golden strands converged at a single point before branching towards her breasts. Each strand ended in a pair of golden floral ornaments, their petals secured behind her erect nipples—each pierced with a permanently welded golden barbell. The weight of the strands against her nipples gave her a feeling of gentle tugging. Between her necklace and nipples, the golden strands wove a mesmerizing lattice that sparkled with her every movement, casting dancing reflections across her heaving bosom.
Wriggling her slender fingers, Elaine felt the sensual caress of jute rope encircling her wrists, stretching her arms toward opposite corners of the bed. As she pulled against her restraints, she sensed a foreign force tugging at her ankles, coaxing her legs wider apart. She realized all four of her limbs were ensnared in the same intricate rope system.
Devoid of the customary embrace of stockings, Elaine's bare ankles tingled against the rope's fine fibers, igniting her nerve endings into overdrive. Her feet, elegantly arched, were sheathed in her uniform stilettos. The glossy black patent leather gleamed like liquid sin in the dim light, its seductive sheen a stark contrast to the soles, drenched in the iconic blood-red hue. The towering six-inch heels tapered to razor-thin points that seemed to defy physics.
Prostrate on the bed, Major Garcia’s once-flawless makeup painted a sensual masterpiece across the pillow, leaving cream-colored imprints on its pristine white sheet. Her vulnerable position forced her shapely derrière high into the air as a tempting offering to her unseen captor. The curve of her back accentuated the toned muscles of her upper thighs, usually concealed beneath her shortened uniform skirt, now on full display. The lean lines of her calves accentuated their strength beneath her silky skin.
Elaine's consciousness slowly returned as she felt mysterious fingers dance across her genital area. The steel shield of her chastity belt dulled the sensation to a maddening whisper. The inquisitive digits seemed undeterred by the sturdy obstacle. Across the perforated surface of the crotch shield, the fingers waltzed around, their playful taps on the steel prison a cruel reminder of the forbidden touch her eager flesh beneath yearned for. The relentless teasing left her teetering on a knife's edge between frustration and arousal.
The mysterious hand glided slowly to the chastity belt's anal opening. An oval-shaped steel aperture parted Elaine's supple buttocks, framing her most intimate orifice—its entrance sealed tightly with a butt plug. The plug's circular base, measuring at least four centimeters in diameter, bore intricate carvings of the official US Army insignia. The golden anal jewelry, with its etching on full display, gleamed enticingly in the warm light. In her current compromising situation, the butt plug served as a stark warning that Major Garcia's orifice remained property of the US military, with access restricted to authorized personnel only.
Adorning the opulent butt plug was a small D-ring welded seamlessly to its base. Three strands of shimmering golden tassels, each measuring thirty centimeters in length, hung from this ring. With every subtle movement of her hips, these golden tendrils swayed and danced seductively, caressing the Major’s inner thighs.
Elaine felt a finger hook into the D-ring, toying with it playfully, attempting to extract the butt plug from her orifice. The fully-expanded pear-shaped plug, nestled deeply inside her canal, stubbornly resisted its removal. As the woman behind her applied more force, Elaine's body tensed, her muscles clenching involuntarily against the extraction effort. A sharp, searing pain radiated from her most intimate area, causing her to cry out in agony.
The woman granted Elaine a brief respite by loosening her grip on the D-ring. As the pain subsided, she resumed her ministrations, this time performing a mesmerizing push-pull motion. Each cycle began with a teasing partial extraction. A forceful, yet passionate insertion followed shortly after, mimicking gentle anal lovemaking. Each thrust inside Elaine's orifice caused her body to writhe in pain, yet her lips contradicted her by emitting moans of ecstasy, accompanied by short and ragged gasps.
The rhythmic undulations between flesh and steel caused the D-ring lock to involuntarily unfasten. The woman paused. Her fingers traced the locking mechanism that allowed the D-ring to rotate counterclockwise. Unbeknownst to her, this rotation caused the pear-plug to contract, closing its aperture like a delicate flower at dusk. Its safe extraction from Elaine's quivering orifice was now possible.
The woman's nimble fingers soon discovered the fruits of her effort. As she gently coaxed the plug, the slender neck emerged, its polished stainless steel gleaming. Despite its contracted form, the pear-shaped head still posed a challenge as Elaine's anal sphincter clung desperately to the stainless steel phallus, reluctant to part with its treasured lover. The plug's substantial girth stretched her tender, pink tissues to their limit, eliciting whimpers and gasps from the immobilized Officer.
The woman suddenly released her grip on the plug. The stainless steel implement, as if reluctant to part from its sanctuary, slid back inside with a wet and sensual glide. Elaine's parted, trembling lips released a soft, breathy gasp in response.
She made another attempt. Elaine's tender sphincter, now weary from its prolonged embrace of the plug, surrendered its grip. Each millimeter of the butt plug's exodus from Elaine's orifice sent waves of bittersweet discomfort that caused her to tremble uncontrollably.
Once more, the mysterious seductress released her grip on the D-ring, allowing the plug to glide back into Elaine's overly sensitive backdoor. With powerful suction, the butt plug thrust itself deep inside, ending with a resounding slap. Elaine's lips parted involuntarily, her whimpers and moans filling the air—a siren's song of desperation and unfulfilled desire.
A sultry giggle escaped the woman's lips. She bent over, whispering with a silky-soft voice like a courtesan, into Elaine's right ear.
“Ready to be unplugged?”
Major Garcia signaled her consent with a languid nod. The woman's index and middle fingers grasped the butt plug’s D-Ring once more. She eased it outward, drawing it to the brink of its widest girth, gaping Elaine’s entrance to its limits. As customary, the absence of lubrication in the officer’s orifice turned the extraction into a painful, prolonged ordeal. The plug’s head, polished stainless steel with gold-coated surface, teetered precariously between expulsion and retreat from its host’s nest.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Major Garcia grunted loudly, clenching her anal sphincters. Suddenly, a resounding pop echoed through the room, followed by a resonant thud as the butt plug fell to the floor. The absence left the servicewoman’s orifice gaping, its pink flesh exposed, vulnerable, and ripe for the taking. A rush of stale, trapped air vented from her orifice, its scent sexually intoxicating. Waves of relief and loss washed over her in equal measure.
The woman adjusted her position, her silky stockings brushing against Elaine's bare skin, eliciting erotic whispers. She uncapped a bottle. The air filled with the moist sound of a viscous substance being applied to the rim of Elaine's exposed entrance. Its muscles, weakened due to prolonged wear of the butt plug, offered no resistance as three slender digits slipped inside. The well-lubricated fingers inside her not only soothed her discomfort but also ignited new waves of arousal. Elaine's body responded instinctively, her back arching in a graceful curve, surrendering to the invasion. A symphony of gasps and moans echoed as nimble fingers explored the hollow orifice.
As the fingers retreated, Elaine's ears caught the distinct sound of another squirt of gel, followed by the squelch of an object being generously coated with lubrication. Shortly after, she felt something pressed against her anal entrance—its surface deliciously cool and slick against her sore and heated flesh. The object made several tentative advances, barely breaching her entrance before withdrawing, each time leaving behind additional coating of gel that made her sore muscles twitch and quiver in anticipation. Completely helpless and thoroughly immobilized, Elaine was utterly powerless to resist this exquisite torment, creating unbearable tension. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, as whimpers of mingled fear and excitement escaped her parted lips.
"Please..."
The woman happily obliged. With a graceful motion, she rolled her hips forward, her own desire evident in the way she moved. A phallic object breached Elaine's waiting entrance, parting its tender flesh with ease, deliciously gliding in thanks to the generous amount of lubrication. The phallus had the perfect girth. It was substantial enough to make the Officer’s breath catch with each inch of penetration, yet precisely sized to slip through and allow unimpeded passage through the aperture of her chastity belt's anal opening, akin to a key made for its lock.
As the woman’s artificial phallus continued its journey deeper inside the Major Garcia’s welcoming canal, its intricately ribbed surface caressed her relaxed, yet hyper-sensitive inner walls. Each textured ridge massaged and stimulated nerve endings she didn't know existed. The woman seemed keen on ensuring that Elaine felt the full intensity of every millimeter of the phallus as it progressed deeper inside her. The methodical penetration maintained its torturously slow pace, an exquisite form of sensual torture, building anticipation with each passing second.
Finally, two firm testicles collided with Elaine's chastity shield, halting the woman's penis from advancing any deeper inside her canal. The impact caused the vaginal plug locked securely inside to shift and vibrate in resonance. The fullness of the artificial phallus stretching her canal, combined with the rhythmic vibration from her vaginal plug, triggered a cascade of micro-spasms that left Elaine gasping and shuddering. The transient chain of events created an aftershock so intense that she was utterly consumed by ecstasy.
After a brief pause, the woman slowly withdrew her hips, pulling her penis out from Elaine's well-used orifice. The gradual retreat left in its wake an overwhelming sensation of emptiness. Her internal muscles contracted rhythmically in response, desperately grasping at the retreating invader, protesting against its departure. The shaft continued its tortuously slow withdrawal until only its tip remained within Elaine's canal.
Just as the emptiness threatened to consume her entirely, the woman abruptly reversed direction and drove her hips forward with determined force, her rigid penis plunging back where it belonged. The renewed vigor of penetration caused the two women's bodies to collide with an echoing, flesh-against-flesh impact, the force of which caused the wooden bedframe to protest with a symphony of creaks and groans. The military officer's body tensed and trembled as the sharp sting from the forceful entry, stretching and filling her, turned into a pleasurable sensation that consumed her completely. Her moan distinctly turned into a blend of exquisite agony and transcendent bliss.
Elaine’s essence flowed freely, escaping her vulva, dampening the sheets beneath her trembling body. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession as waves of ecstasy rippled through her body. The woman paused briefly before withdrawing her penis. Then, with passionate determination, she drove deep inside once more. Each thrust that followed built upon the previous one with increasing intensity and frequency, drawing breathless moans and whimpers of pure pleasure from Elaine's parted lips as her back door was being passionately plundered.
The rhythmic thrusting gradually built to an intense crescendo. Her consciousness began to blur and fade as she lost all grasp of reality and blissfully transcended into her own personal seventh heaven. The world around her melted away until nothing remained but pure sensation. Her nerve endings registered every sensation within her erogenous zone to an almost unbearable intensity. The rhythm from each thrust and withdrawal magnified a thousandfold until she could barely distinguish where one ended and the next began.
Major Elaine Garcia, with her chastity belt still firmly locked in place and The Catalyst vaginal plug lodged deep inside her, had achieved what many women considered beyond the realm of possibility. Out of her Military Officer’s uniform, spreadeagled in submission, she writhed in sweet captivity of her own desire. Her essence, a honeyed nectar of passion, gushed forth in an uncontrollable torrent, finding liberation through the perforations of the polished shield that encased her vulva.
Elaine's eyes fluttered open. Her sultry dream dissipated like mist. Her body was glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration beneath her tailored blue Army Service Uniform. Her skirt's hem had inched upwards during her slumber. The welts of her fully-fashioned stockings, the provocative border between modesty and allure, were on full display. Pristine white garter straps, snug against her supple thighs, clasped the stockings in place with an almost possessive grip. The contrast between the solid white straps against the whisper-thin, translucent black nylon was interrupted by a teasing sliver of bare flesh — a glimpse of the woman beneath the uniform.
Slowly realizing her compromising seating position, Elaine swiftly brought her shapely legs together, causing the stockings' inelastic nylon to caress each other. With practiced grace, she tugged her skirt down past her stocking tops, restoring a semblance of modesty to her alluring form. A flush of heat crept up her cheeks as she wondered if wandering eyes had caught a glimpse of her vulnerable state. Who might have spied the gleaming steel of her chastity belt while she drifted in her sensual reverie?
The informational screen on her train softly illuminated, accompanied by a soft pinging tone, announcing "Arrival in Arlington, VA in five minutes." As Major Garcia carefully rose to her feet, mindful of maintaining her feminine poise, a deluge of her essence gushed out from her most intimate depths. Her arousal, a molten nectar, escaped the confines of her chastity shield that held her vaginal plug inside her. The satin lining of her skirt, cool against her heated skin, eagerly drank in some of the evidence of her desire. But it wasn't enough. She felt the remainder of her passion's dew trailing down her shapely thighs, finding its way down to the delicate welts of her stockings, caressing her skin along the way. The sheer ten-denier nylon, now dampened, clung even more intimately to her skin.
Major Garcia instinctively positioned her suitcase behind her, acutely aware of how her form-fitting, tailored pencil skirt exposed ominous evidence of her arousal. As she maneuvered through the train car, conscious of the scandalous state beneath her pristine uniform, her thoughts turned to the possible need to reintroduce traditional undergarments under her attire. The rhythmic sway of her hips, intensified by the presence of two plugs inside her, felt wickedly provocative as her essence traced its way down her legs encased in fully-fashioned stockings. The muted clicks from her six-inch stilettos against the carpeted floor accompanied her as she disembarked the high-speed train.
