Fetish Shopping: The Sequel | locks, rubber, steel chastity fetish story

 Karen entered a fetish shop to buy some goods. She ends up trying a special full rubber suit that is almost indestructible.  She also gets locked on a chastity belt and restraints with special high security inviolable locks. Then a fire that has started in the kitchen of the next door restaurant, engulf the whole building, forcing Lynda and Karen out in their rubber outfits. Only problem is: the release keys are still inside the burning building.

 The Sequel

 Karen was hot in every possible meaning of the word. She was hot because the sun was shining high and her black rubber suit was catching it. She was hot because there was a burning inferno on the other side of the street, the very store where her rubber suit and especially he restraints came from. And finally, she was hot because the two vibrating dildos were wreaking havoc inside her, locked as she was in her steel cuffs, collar and chastity belt, the keys probably no more than a lump of melted steel by then, on the counter of the burning building.

 She couldn't hear the numerous comments that were said around her, about how someone would deliberately stuff herself into such a tight confinement, impairing herself voluntarily. Others were amazed at her small waist, crushed by six inches in a high Victorian corset, or by her stance on her ballet toe boots. Others were stunned by the shine of the black rubber suit, reflecting the flames as if a mirror.

 Karen was standing there, softly shifting her weight from one leg to the other, to keep her balance on her pointed boots, her hands discretely rubbing her thighs, breathing slowly, living every moment in her confinement. Her locked confinement. The locked confinement where, right now, she had no way to get out of it. With each weight shift, she could feel her bun working against the tight rubber confinement. She could feel the small crease that was created under the bun.

 She felt a tug on her left arm and turned her head as much as the stiff steel collar allowed it. It was Lynda, the clerk of the store, still dressed with her very tight light blue rubber dress, clear rubber stocking and white spiky heels platform shoes. She was looking straight at her, articulating softly her words, knowing that Karen was pretty much deaf under the thick rubber hood.

"We have to find help. You will eventually need to get out of this suit."

 Karen nodded yes, and followed Lynda. Suddenly, most of the bystanders were not interested in the fire anymore, but the sight of those two gorgeous women, dressed in shiny clothes, softly heading away, high heels clicking. As they walked, Karen couldn't help it. She had to put one hand at her crotch, feeling the tight chastity belt, then on her buns, feeling the tight rubber squishing them. She was softly moaning with the vibration of the dildos, almost on the same musical key.

 They walked down for about one block, attracting much attention along the way, and were starting to gather a small crowd of drooling men following them. Lynda reached a phone booth and entered, picking the phone directory. She browsed the yellow pages and found what she was looking for. She walked back to Karen who was apparently really enjoying herself while giving a heck of a show for the growing group of followers, dancing sexily in front of them.

"There's a locksmith about two streets down. Come." Said Lynda, grabbing Karen's arm, much to the disappointment of the followers.

 They acted as if they were not there, strolling slowly their way to the locksmith, then they stopped dead.

 They were facing an old store, probably there since the foundation of the city, ready to collapse, with the big sign "Phil's General Store" hanging dangerously over the entrance door. In the display windows, where a bunch of hardware, some apparently dating back a century, as well as a few newly looking items, including door locks. They entered the store, the follower's group dispersing, disappointed. They were greeting by a young stunned man, looking at them with wide eyes.

"M… May I help you, ladies?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Yes." Said Lynda. "My friend here is stuck in her locked steel belts, and they are top of the line, steel and titanium2 alloy locks. They're supposed to be irremovable without a blowtorch. We are looking for Phil to hopefully pick the locks. Are you Phil?" she asked, looking at the junk yard like store.

"Well… I am Phil but not THE Phil."

"Ah… and where can I find him?"

"Not very far, he's at the cemetery… about six feet down."

He saw Lynda's expression of disappointment.

"But I'm a locksmith myself. Big Phil was actually my uncle. He died two months ago and left me this… dump in his will. Probably because I was the only other locksmith in the family. Actually, I'm surprised that the store hadn't been shut down earlier. This thing is an accident waiting to happen. I'm currently taking the inventory in order to close it down."

"Do you think you can look at her locks, then?" Asked Lynda, somewhat relief.

"Yeah, sure." He said, approaching the tightly sealed rubber woman. He took a closer look at the collar lock. "Titanium 2, right? Very impressive." He said, scratching his fingernail on the lock. "Those locks have a reputation of being unpickable. I've never tried one before, but I'm ready to have a go at it. Would you please follow me in the back, please?" he said, showing the way.

 The store was rather long, and the back of it was an half empty warehouse, revealing an array of old and bizarre devices, probably dating at the start of the century, used for farming. There was a small stool where he asked Karen to sit down.

 He grabbed his picking tools, put his magnifier lamp on and started to work on the lock, but from time to time, quite to often to his taste, Karen was twitching abruptly, making him loose his hold on the lock.

"Can't you stand still… hum…?"

"Karen. Her name is Karen. "Answered Lynda. "But I'm afraid it could be difficult.  You see, she has… vibrating dildos inside her." She said, blushing.

"Tell me. Why would someone get in such a predicament? Did she lose the keys or something?"

 Lynda explained him what she was doing, and the fire.

"So that's what that column of black smoke is. I walked by that store quite a few times, but never went in… Karen, please stand still!"

"Maybe if she was laying down…"

"That's an idea."

 He grabbed Karen and had them lay down on a wooden bench. He then started to work on the chastity belt lock.

"If I can get this thing off, we might be able to turn the dildos off and I will then be able to work on the rest of the locks…. I assume they can be turned off, right?"

"Yes." Said Lynda. "There's an access zipper under the chastity belt."

 But Karen wasn't staying more still. With each gust of vibrations, she was jerking her hips in the air, making Phil loose his grip.
 He let out a long grunt and left, shuffling stuff on one of the shelves. He came back a few moments later with a handful of ratchet straps, and proceeded to tie up Karen on the bench. He put one strap at her ankles, thighs, waist and chest and cranked them up as much as he could.
 That didn't stopped Karen from twitching, but dampened a little the movement. Little did he knew that, tied up like that, Karen was enjoying even more her experience.

 The old suspended doorbell rang as a customer entered. Phil let go of his work on Karen and went on to serve him. Karen fought her bonds. The table was large and thus not the best bondage equipment, and although the straps were tight, she was able to move her legs and her arms, enough to get them out of the straps. By the time Phil came back, she was untightening her chest strap.

"Oh, you want to play the escape artist, do you?" said Phil. "Lets see…" he said, browsing in the numerous boxes, coming back with four huge screwing O rings. He proceeded to screw two on the old timber floor, and two more on a wooden beam, right over the other ones. He then took a winch with a steel cable and screwed it to a nearby post, feeding loops of the steel wire to the O rings. He then put a cooperative Karen in the middle of it, fixing each loop that were going the O rings with a link to the appropriate cuff. He then went back to the winch and rolled the steel wire back in, pulling on all four cuffs at the same time. Rapidly, Karen found herself spread eagled, in mid air, unable to move much… and then she was stretched. Phil cranked the winch notch by notch, as if he was tuning a piano until Karen's limbs appeared ready to rip apart. Surprisingly, she seemed to enjoy it quite a lot, humming even louder.

 He then proceeded to the chastity belt lock, painstakingly trying to picking the lock. Karen was still twitching but stretched as she was, the movement was almost non existent.
 Lynda was watching all this, discretely putting her hand at her crotch, feeling it wet, aroused. She liked what she was seeing, and wished she was at Karen's place.

"Looks like you would enjoy some bondage yourself, don't you?" said Phil, looking at Lynda.

 She blushed, but didn't had to answer. Phil took a coil of rope and expertly tied Lynda's arms in her back, elbow touching. Then he tightly wrapped her knees and ankles with more rope. He sat her sat on the stool, now positioned against the same post where the winch was installed and put a few more coils of rope around Lynda's waist, tying her to the post. Now he had two bound ladies.

"I think I got it. Just a few more minut… Now what?" he said as the doorbell rang again.

But before going, he stuffed a rag down Lynda's mouth and sealed it with a large piece of tape.

"Better if the customers don't know you're here. Bad for business." He said with a wink.

 He left, leaving Karen very well stretched in the improvised stretcher and Karen tied sitting tied to the post. It was the city inspector, there to bring him a resolution of the city council, ordering him to clean the place within 10 days, after which the building would be taken down for safety reasons. There was apparently a lot of paperwork to go through and Phil was still with the inspector after over an hour. For all this time, Karen was kept stretched on the frame. It was fun at first, but it was getting tiresome, and she was starting to feel her bladder filling up. She would have to get out of this suit. The pleasure was slowly changing to concern, the step before the panic.

 Finally, after two hours, Phil was back. Lynda's mouth was aching, her arms and legs were starting to get numb, and Karen was struggling on her spreading frame.

"Okay, enough fooling around." He said. "Time to get serious here." He said, getting his hand in his pocket and producing a small keyring. On the second try, he got the right key and unlocked Karen's chastity belt. He then untied Lynda from the post and lowered Karen down.

"How… What are you doing? You had a key? How come? Those locks are Titanium 2 locks with unique keys and…"

"They are standard TSA approved luggage locks. Any locksmith or custom agent has a coded key for those locks."

"Say what? But I paid top price for these Titanium 2…"

"Listen Lynda. I've never heard of Titanium 2 allow or anything like that. They might be engraved with T2 or whatever it means, but the fact remains that they are standard luggage locks. You've been had."

"You bet I had been… Twice! Why waiting that long? Why lying?"

"Well I figure out that since you were dressed like that on purpose it was because you were enjoying it. Correct me if I'm wrong but Karen did enjoy her bondage session here, right?"

 Karen nodded yes while searching for the hood zipper. Lynda helped her, removing her hood, revealing a beautiful girl with long brown curly (filthy) hairs with her mouth overinflated. Lynda pushed the release valve and the gag was removed.

 Working her mouth to get somewhat a normal feeling, she smiled at Phil.

"Yes, I did enjoy the bondage session, but I currently have one urgent question: where is your bathroom?"

 Phil directed her and Karen was out a few moments later, completely naked, hiding herself with the hand paper towels she had found.

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't put back the suit once it was off. Too sticky." She said, blushing." Do you have any spare clothes around here, because mine were destroyed in the fire."

 Phil left the backstore to come back a few minutes later, holding a large roll of industrial strength plastic wrap and a pack of six rolls of duct tape.

"This is all I found. Do you think we can do something with that? He said, smiling.

Lynda went wide eyes, speechless.

"Yes! Give me a minute, I have to get the dildo panties back on first." Said Karen, rushing back to the bathroom.

… To be continued.