Laura is back in the lab
Michael took care of the paperwork. Legal agreements were signed. Within three weeks, we got the keys to the disused plant where we found everything in place We hired former colleagues and we set out to produce Deep Chastity Patches. As a reminder, they could only be installed using electronic putty for precise measurements.
From her experience with prosthetics, Rachel created a color matching scheme, by adding different dyes to the 3D printer. There was a smooth cover, matching the color of your skin, with only a small pee-hole down the middle. There was no crack to be seen, only tiny grooves to drain perspiration and provide ventilation.
We also added an antifungal powder to the Kevlar and a mild inhibitor of hair growth. An exfoliant gave us a feeling of cleanliness when wearing the chastity patch.
When we tested with paid volunteers, we explained to them that the Kevlar fibers take three days to grow into the clitoris. After that, the spontaneous electricity produced by the piezo-electric crystals gave them small pleasant discharges. They said they liked it, not just for the money we paid them.
Find the best spots deep inside
We wanted to make the Chastity Patch even more pleasant to wear. A bit of stimulation will help sell our product. But all things in moderation, because we women don’t like to be manipulated.
I knew about the electric properties of the Kevlar, so it occurred to me that most of the electricity generated by the piezo-electric crystals was going to waste. Kevlar discharged in all directions. We could prevent that by alternating insulator layers with tiny metallic wires. Our 3D printers were quite good at placing small amounts of substances at precise locations. We also added electronics to control the currents.
At one end of the circuit, we guided the tiny electrical discharges towards the clitoris. At the other end, the current was going to certain parts of the vagina. We extended the chastity intruder with a bunch of flexible fibers covered in spurs, to reach the G-spot and the fornix. Each spur was controlled separately by the electronics. Each had sensors and could deliver a current.
When a small spark went into the clitoris, the spurs inside the vagina detected the current coming out at the other end of the clitoral body. Having recognized the inner end of the clitoral body, the electronics started to send more current that way. The electronics were learning the best locations deep inside. As a result, G-spot, A-spot, P-spot were stimulated, wherever they could be found.
Grow the neural pathway
Small electric discharges were nice, but Rachel suggested an extra twist. She knew about the treatment of accident victims, where nerve growth could be stimulated by a low-frequency signal at 30Hz.
“Our signal will be a thousand times weaker than the one used in hospitals. If it’s effective at all, then it will take a few months to make a difference,” she said. It was worth trying, without any downside risk.
Jim took up the challenge with the frequency and he programmed the circuits to resonate at 30Hz. I tested the result, and all I could say was: “Delicious.” Rachel was also delighted. You feel more feminine when your A-spot is mildly stimulated deep inside, all the way from your clitoris. It was left to be seen whether our clit-to-vag nerves will get strengthened over time.
We particularly appreciated the fact that the stimulation wasn’t permanent. When you sat at the desk focusing on a business issue, your pussy was quiet, with just a rare hint of making its presence felt. When you moved around, then your pussy also became active, responding in pleasurable ways. If you got aroused, then your crotch was pushing hard against the Kevlar patch, generating tiny sparks that went straight where you liked it most. Whatever the situation, the stimulation felt as if coming from your own body.
Most women cherished their own independence, but at the same time, they loved the feeling of their pussies being owned by their men.
Third-party agreements
We realized we were not able to produce all the attachments our customers demanded. On the other hand, established manufacturers were keen to build interfaces to our chastity patch. We signed agreements with them. In exchange for royalties, we allowed their products to interact with our chastity patch, in mechanical or electronic form.
A tampon manufacturer came up with a pad that could be latched to any cover and fine absorbent fibers. Other manufacturers used WiFi or Bluetooth to participate in the locking game.
Mound Plate
I wish it was us who first thought about the Mound Plate. In reality, the idea came from customers, and we just adopted it.
The Mound Plate sits further up from your clit and plays a role in giving you pleasure or punishment. It also makes your underbelly look better. That’s all you need to know, but if you are interested in the details, here they are:
The Mound Plate is flat, half the size of a credit card, and is following your body. The side which makes contact with your skin is made of the same Kevlar as the Chastity Patch. The fibers penetrate the skin and inhibit the growth of your pubic hair.
The Mound Plate is positioned to be in electrical contact with the Chastity Patch further down. When the Chastity Patch is removed, the Mound Plate stays in place, allowing full access to clit and vagina.
The Mound Plate is not normally removed, but it’s flexible and doesn’t interfere with any moves. Women like it because it enhances their appearance by replacing their bush. Not to mention the pleasures it can give them.
On the top surface, the Mound Plate has a shining smooth plate that is full of sensors, similar to the touchscreens of mobile phones. The sensors transmit impulses to the Chastity Patch which distributes the signals to the wearer’s sensitive parts. Each pixel on the Mound Place is mapped to a point on your clit or inside your vagina.
Through the sensors, the Mound Plate replicates the feeling of a finger playing on your clit, but it goes deeper than that. The Kevlar fibers of the chastity patch grow inside the clitoris, stimulating more than just the surface. We estimated we could reach three to five times more nerve endings in the clitoris than your boyfriend could reach with his finger.
The Mound Plate also provides the signals for the spurs deep inside the vagina. It supplies more power, since it has batteries, unlike the Chastity Patch. The adaptive electronics of the Chastity Patch redirect the signal from the Mound Plate to your most pleasurable inner parts.
Customer testimonies
Wearers of Chastity Patch were automatically enrolled in discussion forums, where they got peer support. They were hanging out in groups like, “eighteen and unfucked,” or “forty and asking for it.” I gathered some of their postings, trying to arrange them in a logical order. By most opinions, stimulation through the Mound Plate was better than foreplay. But listen to the customers themselves.
This is not all self-congratulation from our firm, Pussytech Inc. Two of our storytellers, Anette and Danielle relate how they defeated our Chastity products. Nelly is the first to speak about using a Mound Plate, and Juliette takes the process to perfection. Anette tells her story with shades of Bdsm and Comedy, but an electronics engineer has reviewed her text and assures us it is technically accurate.
Anette: a long morning in the attic window
After I turned sixteen, I was caught masturbating at school. My parents were notified, and they forced me to wear a Chastity Patch. The first two days were horrible. I felt violated in my dignity. But other girls have gone through this, and it was a rite of passage, like wearing braces (which I also had to do). By the third day, the chastity patch became more comfortable. After a week I really liked it and I understood why the other girls raved about it. It covered both my vagina and my clit, so I couldn’t masturbate anymore.
The chastity patch was giving me all sorts of new sensations as if I was growing again. This kept me preoccupied for a while, but in the third month of chastity, I threw a big tantrum to my parents. I was raging from sexual frustration. My parents realized it was cruel and unnatural to keep my pussy locked, but they didn’t want me to masturbate again at school. It didn’t help that one of the girls in my class got pregnant and she nominated eight possible dads.
My parents said they would rather allow me to have sex at home, instead of doing it in parks or parties. They checked the Pussytech catalog online and bought the Home Sex Kit, to give me freedom at home and only at home.
A few days later, I found a small WiFi box nailed to the wall of my bedroom. On my desk, there was a stainless-steel collar which I was supposed to lock on my neck. Nearby, there was a printed piece of paper with the user guide of the Home Sex Kit. It explained that I could take off either the collar or the Chastity Patch, but not both at the same time. Furthermore, I could only unlock my pussy when I was in the range of WiFi. If I left my room without the Chastity Patch locked on my pussy, the collar would give me an electrical shock.
In hindsight, I should have been revolted for being treated like a farm animal. But after three months of no play, I was ready to do anything to get myself unlocked. I also appreciated that my parents accepted my need to masturbate. It was wrong to do it at school, but it was OK to do it in my bedroom.
I felt relaxed and I put on the collar. The user guide explained that the collar activates a new feature in the Chastity app on my mobile. Indeed, a button marked Swap appeared as soon as the collar was on my neck. When I tapped it, the collar locked around my neck and I could not take it off. Instead, my Chastity Patch got unlocked from my pussy. I was free to play with myself!
I masturbated all night. Between sessions, I explored in the darkness how far the WiFi would let me go while my pussy was unlocked. My bedroom was upstairs and had a small balcony. I could stand on the balcony, obviously naked, except for the collar which wouldn’t come off. I could go to the bathroom on the upper floor. But when I walked towards the stairs, the collar gave me an unpleasant shock. Seconds later, another shock made me run back to my room.
Having learned my limits, I masturbated again. The next morning, I woke up happy and relieved. Before going down for breakfast, I made sure to lock myself into the chastity patch. It gave me a warm familiar feeling. Next, I could take off the collar. At school, I stayed locked all day. In the evening, I put on the collar in my room, to unlock my pussy for the night.
I settled into this new pattern, alternating between day and night. It was a happy period when I was discovering new things. My pussy might have been controlled, but my internet was not. Suffice to say that one of the teenage girls masturbating on video could have been me. I found a new purpose for my hairbrush, and that brought me 54,000 likes. With a bit more clothes on, I made half-naked selfies which compared favorably with photos sent by other girls. Boys took notice of me, but for a while, none of them had the courage to come to my home and face my parents.
In the end, the guys figured out what to do. First, Ben stayed in my room till late at night. My panties came off and I learned all about foreplay. Two months later, it was Ivan with whom I first had intercourse. Greg turned out to do it better. In short, I had a normal sex life, despite being alternatively locked in the chastity patch and the disciplinary collar. Somehow, I also gained the appreciation of my parents.
The devices worked flawlessly together for years, passing control among them. There was only one small hiccup when my older brother came home for vacation. He saw my collar through the door of my room. In my absence, he picked it up, examined it, then put it on the first spot he could find in my room. I came home, and I panicked when I couldn’t find my collar where I left it. Without the collar, I could not take off my chastity patch, not even in my room. It took only five minutes to find it, but his innocent move made me more careful.
Apparently, Pussytech received similar complaints about collars which got lost or misplaced. They promised to come up with something better.
After this incident, I started to wear my collar at school. Other girls had collars too, and we all knew what it meant. Somehow, we ended up as a select group. We were not reduced to quickie sex in parks and parties. We could bring our guy home and we could fuck all night in the comfort of our beds. Our parents accepted us as sexual beings and they even spent money to create an environment for us. We had better lives, we were more developed, smarter, and sexier. The guys we picked up were cleaner, well-groomed and well-adjusted, having to show up in front of parents.
None of us girls found a way to get out of the Home Sex Kit, while we were still under parental control. We all dreamed about the forbidden fruit of doing it outside.
Around the age of seventeen, I revisited the dolls I had in my childhood. They were stored in the attic of a disused barn in our courtyard. The entrance to the barn was blocked, but I could enter the attic through a window. I had to walk first over the branch of a tree. When I was little, I spent a lot of time in the attic. Looking out sideways from the attic window, I could see my own bedroom on the left. Towards the right, immediately below the attic, there was a footpath on the street. The attic was high, so when I stepped back from the window, no one could see me. This used to be a perfect hiding place.
As I went through this childhood memory, I spotted the WiFi of my Home Sex Kit. The collar was on my neck, as always. While leaning out of the window and checked the status in the Chastity app on my mobile. To my surprise, it said: “in range of Home WiFi, Unlock permitted.” The signal from the left was coming sideways to the collar on my neck.
I pulled in my head into the attic. The status changed immediately to: “out of range of Home WiFi, unlock not permitted.” I tried this a few times and it always worked outside. Then I stepped out of the window to walk over the branch of the tree, and I descended into the courtyard. No signal there, so I would have gotten zapped on my neck if I was unlocked while being on the ground.
I really wanted to try sex with a guy outside the home. Greg was too heavy and too prudent to walk on the branch of the tree. I kept him at hand for “official” sex at home. I picked up Phil who was more slender. We were both in the gymnastics team.
At dawn, I put on a skirt, no panties, and a t-shirt. I walked over the tree branch to the attic. Phil was already waiting for me inside. We kissed and touched, then I leaned on the windowsill and I tapped the Unlock button on my mobile phone. My chastity patch became loose and I was able to take it off. I tried to place it neatly among my dolls, on the opposite corner of the attic. But by doing so, I mistakenly pulled in my head from the window.
I felt an electric shock on my neck. Then another zap. With my last bit of power, I threw the chastity patch on the dolls and I quickly returned to the window to pop my head out. The height of the windowsill was just right for spreading my legs in the attic, which had the advantage of reminding Phil why we were here.
Phil got the message. He lifted my skirt from behind. My neck with the collar was outside the window, but no one could see Phil. He came into me and started to thrust. I was in seventh heaven. Just the thrill of doing it outside, with a guy my parents didn’t know about. Phil’s thrusts became more powerful and I was building up towards an orgasm.
At this moment, the head of Mrs. Johnson appeared on the footpath, right below me.
“Hi there, Anette, are you cleaning the attic?” she asked.
“Yes! Yess! Yesss! Mrs. Johnson, I’m cleaning the attic,” I replied. Mrs. Johnson was content with my answer and she walked away. Then, disaster: Phil pulled out of me at the worst possible moment. This was like cruelty to an animal. I quickly turned my head back and whispered:
“Put it back!”
“Let’s wait a little. I don’t want to be caught,” he replied, and he looked scared.
“Put it back!” I hissed. “Put it back now!” I was almost shouting. Any girl who suffered a similar indignity will understand. I was all wound up with nowhere to turn to.
Phil looked miserable and he said, “Let’s walk down the steps. I can help you.”
“The steps are blocked, you fool. The only way out is through this narrow window and that means over my body!” I must have roughed him up a little because he went all limp.
Guys can be fragile and must be handled with care. While I had to keep my neck outside the window, I remembered the online experience with my photos. Hundreds of guys said they were getting erect from seeing my naked bum. I was indeed tight down there. Leaning forward raised even more dicks on the net. It should work in the attic too. So, while keeping my neck firmly outside, I unbuttoned my skirt, took it off and threw it on the floor. It landed a bit too far, but at least it was inside the attic. Now I was naked below the waist, although from the street I looked like a good girl in my T-shirt and blond pigtails.
“Hi Anette, are you back to your hide-and-seek place?” said Mr. Paulson from the footpath.
“Yes, Mr. Paulson, I always liked this place, and I came to say goodbye before going to college.” I managed to chat for a while with this neighbor. While I chatted, Phil realized there was no danger for him to be seen from the street. My naked bum must have had an effect, with the added subtlety of my vagina twitching in expectation of his re-entry. Phil came closer and I felt he was hard as steel. Then he came inside me and started to thrust again. This time he went all the way and we both had a mind-blowing orgasm.
“This was good, Phil,” I said in a relieved voice. “Can you please pass me my chastity patch, so I can pull in my neck from the window?”
“Anette, let’s do it again. Just wait a little please.”
“What? Phil?”
“Just stay there!” His voice became commanding. As my head started to clear from post-orgasmic high, I realized I was trapped. I used up almost all my “free” zaps for the day.
We collared girls knew the drill. After the easy shocks, a series of hard ones would follow if my neck was out of WiFi range. Even if I managed to walk to the Chastity Patch without fainting, I would have to lock myself very quickly. The shocks would stop after thirty seconds to avoid killing me, but by then I was breaking the rules. This meant that when I eventually put on the Chastity Patch, it would stay locked for three months. One more month would be added for every additional five-minute delay. After twenty minutes, my parents would receive an SMS about their daughter misbehaving. It was not worth the risk.
I scanned the horizon for ideas. On a side, at some distance, I spotted an old woman leaning out of her window. I waved at her. She waved back. I noticed she was leaning on a pillow placed on the windowsill.
“Phil, this is getting uncomfortable. Could you pass me that old blanket, please?” My voice was more submissive than I was willing to admit. Phil pumped up his chest and brought me the blanket. I arranged it below my elbows. It had all the smells of my childhood. The old lady noticed the blanket from a distance and waved at me.
I leaned on the thick blanket and my position suddenly became very comfortable. I relaxed and took a rest. All in all, Phil was not too bad with his penis. My bare bottom made me a bit cocky.
“Hey Phil, you mentioned a repeat performance.” Phil showed no reaction, so I went one step further:
“Take you time, Phil, I’m ready and waiting for you,” my submissive voice did the trick. This time, Phil was in full power, more sure of himself than any time before.
He kept me in the window for two more hours, fucking me from behind every twenty minutes. For all this time, the old lady in the distance was also leaning out of the window, although I doubt she had pleasures comparable to my ones. I waved to her between orgasms.
I was past the fifth orgasm when Phil took a break. He didn’t withdraw, just stopped thrusting. My body agreed with the pause as long as he was firmly inside. Every now and then, his penis had a spontaneous move and my flesh responded accordingly. We didn’t have to do anything, our bodies worked by themselves. We were resting like this when I heard a voice from below:
“Hi miss, you got a nice collar up there.” A middle-aged man was looking at me from the street.
“Yes, most girls in my school have similar collars.”
“What is it made of?”
“It’s the same material as my braces. See?” and I sent a broad smile to this unknown man.
Phil felt I was neglecting him, so he showed me who was boss in the attic. With his penis inside, he gave me a strong push which was quite welcome. I realized I had better things to do than chat with that dull man below. I arched my back a bit more and we ended up in a better position. Phil started to thrust which sent shivers up my spine. He couldn’t stop, and neither could I, until the next orgasm. We kept going like this for a while.
In the end, Phil brought me my chastity patch, helped me get locked, and we got out of the attic. When we were walking back over the branch of the tree, Phil almost lost his balance. I had to help him. He looked completely spent, while I felt in top form. And I beat the Home Sex Kit!!!
Nelly: Mound Plate does foreplay and replay
I’m younger than Anette, so I started with the Home Sex Kit two years later, at sixteen, for similar reasons. By that time, Pussytech has admitted there was a design flaw in their previous version, due to the distance between neck and pussy. They argued they used an industry-standard solution, and they pointed to the extensive literature on disciplinary collars. It was good enough for their Version One.
I was one of the first girls who were given Version Two of the Home Sex Kit. It came with a Mound Plate instead of a collar. Unlike the collar, the Mound Plate wasn’t visible when you were dressed. It was permanently attached and made my mound more prominent, which I didn’t mind.
The Mound Plate reduced the need for shaving since it was stuck to the spot where my hair used to grow the most. In place of hair, my mound showed a pair of red cherries, against green leaves.
In my bedroom, the WiFi from the Home Sex Kit was nailed to the wall. Perhaps it was a Bluetooth, whatever. If I wanted to unlock my pussy, I had to stay within the range of the device. Just as Anette described it. When I ventured outside the WiFi range, the Mound Plate gave me a shock on my underbelly.
I was always a bit of a geek with a hacker instinct, interested to defeat official technology. These shocks needed electrical power. When I was safely back in the WiFi range, I tried pulling out both batteries from my Mound Plate. But they wouldn’t come out from their slots. It turned out that Pussytech created a scheme where I could only unlock myself when at least one of the batteries had at least 30% power left.
That was enough for severe shocks. While my pussy was unlocked, the batteries in my mound remained locked in their slots, so the device was ready to fire if I lost the WiFi signal. Unless I locked myself.
I had to admit, this was smart. There was no way to unlock my pussy outside the bedroom. If I couldn’t beat the machine, then at least my brain got stimulated with my logical attempts. I rewarded myself with a solid dose of masturbation, in my room of course. On my way to school, I made sure to buy some new batteries, just in case.