Karen entered her flat after a long day at work, closed the door and kicked off her casual working shoes to put on her beloved high heel slippers. One simple rule for this home: not a step outside the entrance carpet if not wearing high heels.

As she made her first step off the carpet she heard coughing. She frowned and walked to the living room, where the sound was coming from.

There, half sitting, half laying down, was her roommate and partner, Sandra. Her body was enclosed into a shiny red latex catsuit. Her feet were inside ballet boots and her crotch locked under a steel chastity belt. On her right, a box of facial tissues and on her left, a small trashcan, filled to the brim with used facial tissues.

"Oh, Hi Kaben," she said, from a grumpy voice and a stuffy nose."

"Seriously?" asked Karen. "You got a cold? Again?"

"Yeb. Sobby." She said, blowing her nose.

"Wow. This is what... The third time in the past month? What are you? A magnet for cold bugs?"

Sandra tried to laugh but it turned into some more coughing.

"Well, stay away from me. I was lucky I didn't catch the previous two, I don't want to catch this one," she said, heading for the bedroom.

She came out of it after some time, clad in a full black latex suit, high heel boots, corset, chastity belt and bra, a full hood and... a gasmask.

"Isn't it a bittle overbilleb?" asked Sandra.

"No, it's not overkilled, Sandra," answered Karen, her voice muffled by the gasmsk. "I swear, if I ever catch it, YOU will have to take care of me! Be more careful. You work from home, you barely meet anyone, and when you do get out, you go half naked in this weather," she said, pointing outside, where the snow was falling and the thermometer was displaying -15 degrees. (Celsius, people In Canada, we use normal units).

"But... I don't bike those heaby winber clobes," she said before another round of coughing.

Karen let out a sigh before heading for the kitchen to cook.

Four days later.

They were sitting in the living room, watching TV, cuddling one against the other. They each had their favorite outfits: full latex from head to toe, corset, heels, steel chastity belt and bra. Karen had added leather cuffs and a collar while Sandra was sticking to steel cuffs and collar.

Their lubed latex skin was gently sliding one over the other with an erotic squeaking

Sandra's health was back to normal but Karen seemed to have trouble swallowing.

"My my throat is sore. I think I have a cold."

"Oh, really?" said Sandra, pushing her away.

"Don't you push me away, Sandra!" quickly snapped back Karen. "You gave it to me! If I ever wake up tomorrow morning with a cold, I'm calling in sick and YOU, since you're working from home, will take care of me."

"Yeah, right," said Sandra, giggling.

"I mean it, Sandra," said Karen, darts in her eyes.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do?"

"Don't wish it, Sandra." said Karen. "I'm gonna take a few pills as a preventive measure then going to bed," she said as she got up, her latex suit creaking. Heels clicking on the hard wood floor of the living room, she walked to the bathroom, Sandra admiring the lights dancing on her tightly squeezed rubberized butt.

It was around 01:00 when Sandra was awakened by Karen's coughing and sneezing and blowing her nose and her constant twisting in the bed.

By early the next morning, Karen had called in sick, and was sitting at the dining table, trying to have some sort of breakfast. She was still in full latex except she had loosened her corset and taken the chastity bra off. She needed the chest to have room to cough and sneeze.

As she sip her coffee, Sandra appeared in the kitchen, wearing a gasmask.

"I don't want to catch YOUR bug," she said, laughing.

"Very funny," said Karen with a grouchy voice. "I hardly slept last night. I'm in no mood for... sick... jokes," she said, forcing herself to make a grin, proud of her pun. "In any case, you won't be able to keep that gasmask for long, you will have to answer your phone to work."

"No worry, I can put my headset inside of it and I'll be fine."

Karen raised her eyebrows.

"Really? Oh well, I'm going back to bed. I'll call you if I need anything. YOU are at my service for as long as I'm sick."

"Yeah, right. Like you can force me to," said Sandra, going to her office.

Karen took place in the bed, of course in her full latex attire, coughing and sneezing on occasion, but mainly just twisting and turning.

From her office, Sandra had been able to take a few calls while wearing her gasmask although some customers complained she sounded as if she was talking from inside a cave or something. She reluctantly had to take it off. She saw Karen pass by her door. She assumed she was going to the bathroom as she passed not long after that in the other direction, back to the bedroom. Then again... And again... And again... What was going on? She finished her customer call and had a look.

Karen was sitting in the living room but was in the process of getting up and stopped when she saw Sandra.

"What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to rest?" asked Sandra.

"I... I can't sleep. I just keep twisting and turning, and I'm wide awake staring at the ceiling. I'm never sick. I... I have to do something. But I can't even concentrate on what to do."

"Yes, you have to do something: rest. Come, I'll fix you comfortably," said Sandra with a hint of a grin.

Half-zombie, Karen followed Sandra to the bedroom where she opened the bed sheets, inviting Karen to take place.

"Okay, now... Hum... Give me your hand here and... "

CLICK!

"Wait. What? No, don't tie me down I..."

CLICK! The other wrist was also done.

"And just to be sure..." said Sandra, going to her feet and grabbing her ankle cuff and linking them to a 30cm spreader bar..

"No!" said Karen, pulling her leg away.

"You said I'm responsible for you being sick, then I'm responsible to you to be better, and I say you get tie down," she said as she firmly grabbed Karen's ankle and snapped the quick link between the bar and the foot of the bed.

Karen didn't fought. There was no use and, well, being tied up wasn't all that bad.

"And this way you won't have to stare at the ceiling," said Sandra putting a blindfold over Karen's eyes.

She placed the box of tissues next to her, on the bed. She wasn't spread eagled or anything very constricting. She could move but definitely could not get out of the bed. She could reach for the tissues and blow her nose if needed.

Sandra's face changed as she pushed the button on her Bluetooth headset.

"Customer's service, Sandra's speaking. May I have your name and phone number, please?" she said as she rushed back to her office, leaving Karen.

Karen smiled. She felt almost even more cozy an cuddled tied up. Well, when you have a kinky mind...

It had been about half an hour since she had restrained Karen to the bed. She was in a call with a customer.

"... Sandra.... .... Saaaandraaaa.... "

"... Yes, miss, now if you look at the second document..."

"... SANDRAAAAAA..."

"... on the second line... I'm sorry I have to talk to a coworker real quick," she said before muting herself. "I'M ON A CALL, KAREN, I'LL BE WITH YOU IN A MOMENT!" ... "sorry, I'm back. Now, yes, on the second line..."

Barely one minute later.

"SAAAAAndraaaa..... SandrAAAaaaa...."

"... And thank you for calling customer service."

She set her headset off and got off the chair as if she had been stung by a bee on the butt.

"Fuck it, Karen! I'm working here. What do you need!"

"I'm out of tissues... I think... " she said, waiving an empty box in the air.

"Damn it, Karen, they're all out of the box on your side," she said, taking the pack of tissue and stuffing them carelessly back inside the box.

"Well, how could I know. I can't see..." said Karen with a grin.

Sandra let out a long sigh.

"You know that if you can reach your nose, you can reach and take this simple blindfold off anytime right... Uh..."

Karen giggled

"Oh. You want to play that game, right? Okay, let's play."

Sandra quickly went into their kinky stash and although she protested, Karen was quickly fitted with a head harness and an open mouth-tube gag that was locked on. Then Sandra added a very short chain to Karen's collar and locked it on the headboard, but not before placing her so that the ankle chains were well taut.

"There. It won't prevent you from coughing, or sneezing, and you can still blow your nose."

It meant that, although Karen could reach down to her chest with her wrists linked to the head board, she couldn't move her body much. And to add to the frustration, Sandra linked her wrists together.

"Aaargghhaaaa aaagaaahhh kkaaaaahhh" garbled Karen, giggling.

Sandra was pissed off but her phone rang and she had to take the call.

"aaaaAAAAAgaaaAA".... "AAAAahhhaaAAAKKKAAaaaaa"

Sandra had closed the door of both rooms trying to concentrate doing her job but Karen wasn't cutting her any slack. She apparently decided to be as annoying as possible. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and entered a very, very pissed off Sandra.

"Okay, I thought you needed rest but I now believe you need some behavior training!" she said, going to one of her drawer and retrieving a black box about the size of a hand and wires.

"You are wearing the toy I bought you last Christmas, aren't you?... yeah, your lack of answer confirms it."

She reached For Karen's crotch. She managed to get a hold of the double zipper, located just where the toy should be behind the chastity belt, and through a hole in the belt, she pushed it a wire that was linked to the black box.

Karen jolted.

"Yeah, a little feature I never told you about," said Sandra with a grin. "This toy has some electrodes and they can be activated with an external box, like this," she said, pushing a button which forced Karen's crotch muscles to contract. It was a mix between pleasurable and annoying feeling.

With some electrical tape, she fixed the box to Karen's thigh and walked away.

"aaaAAAK!!!!!"... "AAKKK"... "aaaa...."

"Yes," said Sandra, with a devilish grin. "It is sound activated. And it has it's own battery pack."

"AAKKkk! " said Karen, her hips jolting. She then gestured her mouth and mimicking talking with her fingers, then pointed at Sandra and then herself.

"What if you need to talk to me?" asked Sandra but a little too loudly, which triggered the tens.

Sandra walked back to Karen's side of the bed, took her phone and dropped it on her chest.

"Just text me".

And she walked away, closing the door, and as she was about to close it, stopped, opened it a little more and closed it with a sharp slam, triggering the sound device, making Karen jump.

Sandra returned to her desk, leaving Karen literally to her own devices.

Karen had mixed feelings. She liked to be tied up but... she was sick and needed to rest, and this setup would not be very restful. Well, it was a predicament of her own making so, she tried to make the best of it. She realized that a soft moan would not trigger the sound device but anything higher, even the squeaking of her rubber as she moved, could.

She tried to roll on her sides but the noise and apparently the movements, triggered the device. Damn. It was punishing and arousing at the same time. If only she could... Wait. She does have access to her phone, which means... the app!

But when she tried to connect to her toy, she was blocked. Someone else was already logged into it. Sandra! And by doing so, it was preventing her from logging into it. But, hey, that game can be played with two players, right.

Karen connected to Sandra's toy. Then figured that teasing her would not be the best option. She wanted to nag her.

She sent her a text message.

Sandra herd the notification but didn't looked it up. She was busy with a customer. Then there was another notification. And a third one. While still serving the customer, she had a quick look.

"I need cough syrup."

She quickly answer back: "busy. Later," returning to her service call.

"... now, if you go back to the main menUUuuu uh!!... No, it's okay, I just... hit my toes to the leg tabl.. UH!! table... Can... Can you excuse me just a minute, I'm going to put you on hold... Yes, it might be a good time for you to go get a coffee. Thank you."

Sandra quickly got back up, then her knees bent and she struggled walking straight. Well, being teased while on ballet heels is not an easy task. She opened Karen's door with a bang, which of course triggered the sound device, sending a strong jolt to Karen, who screamed, sending another jolt.

"CUT THAT OUT!" yelled Sandra.

Of course, another jolt on Karen's side. She was nonetheless giggling.

"You don't seem to cough very much but that's what you want? Okay, open wide... Oh, right, it's already opened," said Sandra, picking the bottle of cough syrup and pouring some in the measuring cup, then held it over the opened gag. "There!" she said as she poured it in. "This is supposed to make you sleepy. I really do hope so."

She put the cup down by the bottle and walked out, closing the door with a bang, just to trigger the sound device.

Now, she had to think of some other ways to tease Sandra but she couldn't move much, and except for sending vibrating commands for Sandra's toy, she couldn't do much. And rather quickly, the syrup took effect and she fell asleep.

She was awakened some time later by a gentle touch on her thigh and the feeling of the pull on her feet releasing. She opened her eyes.

"It's lunch time. Feeling hungry?" asked Sandra.

Karen nodded yes and Sandra removed the tube gag but kept the head harness on. She also kept the small spreader bar and Karen's wrists linked together.

Karen struggled to walk to the dining room, but it was part of the fun and evidently, the sound device had been turned off. At her place, was a bowl of chicken soup. She took place.

"I assumed that's since this what I prefer when I'm sick, that you would want that too," said Sandra.

"It's okay. I'm not really hungry anyway," said Karen struggling to eat her soup with her wrists together, under Sandra's amused look.

"So, what will it be this afternoon?" asked Sandra. "Will you behave or do I have to keep drastic measures?"

Karen thought for an instant. She was sick. Really sick. She was feeling drowsy.

"Nah, I don't think so. I'll take some pills and take a nap."

"Okay then," said Sandra.

They finished their lunch and Karen, dragging her feet with the spreader bar, went to the restroom to take some pills and managed slowly hobbled back in to the bed, quick followed by Sandra.

"I'm not taking any chance," she said, grabbing the spreader bar and linking it the the foot of the bed, then taking Karen's wrists and linking them to the head board, over her head, and finally, putting tube gag back.

"If you need me, just text me," she said, putting Karen's phone within reach, then she clicked and squeaked her way back to her office to take more service calls.

The pills quickly took effect and, although her position wasn't extremely comfortable, she fell asleep, allowing Sandra to do some work.

About two hours later, Sandra was in the middle of a call.

"... Now, right-click on the bell ico—UHH!... ... I, sorry, the bell icon. In the men-uHHHH... I.... Hummmmmff.... Ow... Sorry... I... Just Hmphhh!... Spilled some teAAAaa... Let me put you on hooOOOOooold for a SEC!" she said as she angrily put the customer on hold.

"FUCK YOU, KAREN!" she said, getting up in a hurry, holding her crotch and bending her knees to walk to the bedroom as the vibration wouldn't stop.

She got into the bedroom, expecting some kind of emergency but Karen was there, waving her box of empty tissues.

"Really? That's your emergency? I'm on a call, I'll deal with you later. Turn that off," she said, picking Karen's phone and turning the signal to her toy off, and putting the phone back on the bed, then left.

Karen quickly picked it back up and turned it on again, at the maximum setting. Sandra's knees bent as she was crossing the door and she quickly turned around. She took Karen's phone, turned the app off, then plugged the tens unit back, cranked the sensitivity button to the max and walked off, with Karen's phone.

The tens was now so sensitive that just the squeaking from Sandra's latex as she left was enough to trigger it. Karen was squirming. What was she expected?

Sandra went back to her service call, profusely excusing herself about the interruption, lying that she had spilled some hot tea on her lap. Almost half an hour later, she was done with her call and she went to see Karen.

Of course, as soon as she entered, the little noise she made had triggered the tens unit and Karen was squirming and moaning. She unplugged the unit.

"So, you wanted some tissue?"

Karen nodded yes. Sandra took a new box from the pantry and gave it to her.

"You're okay? Need more pills? Water? Anything?" she asked, to which Karen nodded no. "Okay now. I'm through with answering service calls but I have to write my reports and complete my log. Please be... gentle," she said, giving Karen's phone back, grabbing her gasmask in the process and putting it on as she left.

Doing that with what she had just said, her intentions, or rather desires, were pretty obvious. Karen nodded a small "yes" and Sandra left her to go back to the office.

It hadn't been two minutes before she jumped. Her toy was becoming alive. Just a little, just at the lowest setting. Just enough to make things... interesting.

She gently squirmed on her chair, trying to move the soft vibration. Yes, that felt rather good and it was a nice change from her stressful day. She picked her phone and started Karen's app, linking to her device. She had to answer back, didn't she. She sent the same soft tone but from a pattern she had recorded some time before, sending a long soft hum, then stopping for about 15 seconds, then a few short high intensity spikes, before stopping, then a 30 seconds low hum. Nothing for 30 seconds, and the pattern restart.

After a few minutes, her vibration changed, becoming a pattern too. An alternating low to medium hum of about 3 seconds each, lasting a good minute. Then silence for about 30 seconds. Repeat.

It was arousing. it was disturbing but not enough to distract her from her tasks. She changed Karen's pattern.

Lying on the bed, unable to either spread or close her legs, Karen was gently squirming following the pattern received by her toy. It had changed. There was about 10 strong pulses that felt like someone was knocking to enter. Then a long low hum. Followed by a 15 seconds silence. Then it was five strong burst of 5 seconds each, a 5 seconds pause and a 15 seconds of decreasing vibrations, from very high to low, repeated four times. A 15 seconds pause and it repeated.

She was squirming, feeling the tug on her collar and on her ankles. She was chewing on her gag. Damn, he hated that tube gag. She preferred a ball gag, or a penis gag or a blow-up gag, something to fill her mouth. But her nose was so much congested that a full gag was out of the question.

She looked at the time. Another 15 minutes before Sandra could clock out, and knowing that she couldn't leave her computer, that she couldn't log-off before the end of her workday, she waited until there was about only six or seven minutes left and she changed the setup.

She heard her moan, and the response was immediate. Her pattern changed too. More aggressive, more powerful, more arousing. She had a cold but she was horny as hell.

Sandra finally appeared on the doorframe, holding her crotch, knees bending as she struggled to walk on her ballet boots. She was smiling. Well, it looked like she was smiling under her gasmask.

"You're still sick. Better safe than sorry," she said, pointing at it and slowly approaching the bed, putting one knee on it, then the other, slowly crawling over Karen's bound body.

She rubbed her latex coated hands over Karen's thighs, slowly laying down over her. The chastity belts knocked against each other, transmitting some of the vibrations of their respective toys creating harmonics. interesting harmonics.

She slowly let herself down over Karen. She grabbed her breasts and gently squeezed them. Karen did the same but was blocked by Sandra's chastity bra. But she could ran her hands down over her corset, feeling how crushed Sandra's waist was, down to her hips, which she squeezed, then her buns.

Kissing each other, one wearing a gasmask and the other with a tube gag, was not exactly romantic but very kinky Their arms and legs brushed against one another, their belts were banging against each other. Their toys were now at full blast, vibrating and humping.

Their belts were so tight that, although the toys were not attached to them, their banging together sent little pleasure kicks.

Karen was quickly edging, as Sandra seemed to have a hard time. Well, Karen was doing her best to stimulate her but she was locked, crotch and breasts, under protective steel. Then Karen's breath increased as the orgasm engulfed her. Sandra started to rock her hips harder, to bang her belt against Karen's with more force, increasing Karen's stimulation, sending her over the edge. She was half dozy from the cold but the orgasm hit her good but Sandra seemed...frustrated.

She let everything go and rolled off Karen, taking Karen's phone to have a look at the app. She was sure Karen had been toying with her, having an orgasm while denying her one.

"Ah, fuck!! said Sandra through her gasmask.

"Waaaak kkoooggg?"

"What's wrong? My battery is dead!"

Karen burst out laughing. Hard, which pissed off Sandra even more. She walked to her night stand and looked at her timebox.

"Shit. Two more hours before I have access to my key. Fuck it. And Fuck you, Karen!"

Since It sent Karen into another laughing round, she took her phone and shut down Karen's toy, which made her laugh even more! Frustrated, she took Karen's bound wrists and brought them down to the belt where she linked them with a padlock.

"There! And I won't free you before my timebox releases."

Karen couldn't stop giggling. And although her toy was now silent, the giggling kept her belly moving which kept her aroused. She wouldn't have thought possible to nag Sandra that much. She was really enjoying it! Emotionally and physically.

Sandra was pissed off. She didn't comprehend it. She had it charging all night and she didn't used it that much. The battery should have still be pretty full. And Karen's laughing? Yeah, it pissed her off. Well, revenge can wait.

Two hours later, Sandra was somewhere else in the flat and Karen, still very tied up in the bed, heard Sandra's timebox mechanism operate, immediately followed by her own. She was eager to be freed. Her nose was running and she needed a good blow. She yelled as much as she could. Sandra came and Karen directed her attention to the timebox.

"Oh, good..." said Sandra, without any joy. "As for you, I should keep you... oh darn!" she said, as she saw all the mucus around Karen's nose. "Ew..."

She quickly freed Karen who sat on the edge of the bed and blew her nose four times while she walked to her night stand.

"Wow. That was needed. You know what? I think the worst is over. I'm starting to feel pretty good," said Karen after a few full breaths.

"Happy to hear it. Now what?... Oh, come on. Don't tell me that's true... Shit." said Sandra.

"What's wrong?" asked Karen, getting closer.

"My charging wire is frayed. That's why it didn't fully charged last night. I need a new cable," she said, searching trough her night stand drawer, finding one that wasn't new but in better shape than a broken one.

Karen removed her belt and her toy to put it up on the charger too.

The evening was spent with a little cuddling as Sandra was still pissed off, and Karen feeling better by the hour. They slept without incident and without... teasing, out of bondage and chastity, but still wearing their beloved latex skins. Sandra hadn't taken her hood off the whole day and she wasn't going to for the night. Karen added one, hoping she wouldn't have to blow her nose too often.

The next morning, they got up together, Sandra going to the bathroom first. When she walked out, shining her suit, Karen was on the phone, her nose stuffed with paper tissue.

"Nobe. I'm sibk... Karen gave me her colb. I will tabe a Sick bay offb... Banks."

"What the hell are you doing? What... How could... Karen... gave you something?"

Karen pulled the tissues out of her nose.

"Oh, that was your workplace. I called in sick for you. Don't worry, I also called sick at my workplace. Meaning we have the day to ourselves to... take care of each other," said Karen with a devilish smile.

"Se... Seriously? But... I... I can't lie to them."

"You didn't lie. I did."

"No way. I'll call them back and explain that you did it and..."

"On no, you won't!" said Karen, quickly grabbing Sandra's wrists and linking her steel cuffs in her back with a snap link she had placed on the table, as if she had foreseen the events and she was prepared for it. "You made me sick, you're going to pay for it."

She led her to the bedroom where she teased her a little with some tickling then unlinked her wrists while she grabbed her own corset.

"You're sure you're feeling alright to put your corset back on?" asked a puzzled Sandra.

"Hey, I have barely cough all night and the little cough I had this morning, it was made on purpose when I called us sick. I'll be fine. Come on, help me."

"Hum, okay. Oh, this is new?" said Sandra, turning the heavy rubber garment from all sides to examine it. "And heavy steel stays too."

"Yes, I got it earlier this week and I was eager to put it on. Now is the right time."

"Very rigid and constricting and it looks... really small."

"Yeah," said Karen, "I ordered 2cm smaller. Come on, tighten me in!" she said, eager and joyous.

Sandra complied. That corset was new, unbroken and really tight to fit. She had to pull hard, putting her knee in Karen's lower back to gain the strength to pull it shut. Evidently, Karen didn't thought it would feel that tight.

"Geesh. How... how much left to go?" she asked.

"About three cm. Want me to stop?"

"Three cm? Well, I've been a day without wearing one so, maybe that's why it feels so tight. No, go head, it's supposed to close," she said, sucking her stomach.

"No, let it rest for a moment. It would give us time to, you know... put our toys back in," said Sandra with a devilish smile.

Sandra pulled a box out.

"Well... that's new," said Karen, winking.

"Yes," said Sandra, blushing. "It's the same one you have, with the enclosed tens unit. I made a gift to myself."

"Oh, that's interesting. Very interesting," said Karen with a devilish smile.

"Maybe we should get these back on while we wait for your waist to settle," said Sandra, picking up Karen's chastity bra.

"Oh, yeah," said Karen.

Sandra helped her with the straps and chains and while Karen was pushing them closer together, Sandra linked the front link and put in the padlock before knocking on the steel cuffs.

"Locked and away," she said with a smile as she picked her own chastity bra. "My turn."

A few minutes later, her breasts was locked and she returned her attention to Karen's corset.

It took another fifteen minutes to fully close the corset and knot the lacing. Karen ran her hands along her new rigid and extremely constricted waist.

"Geesh, I didn't thought 2cm would feel that much tighter.

"Ready for your toy?" asked Sandra.

"You first."

"Oh, no, no. You first. You are the sick one, I mean the real sick one, remember?" she said, giggling.

Karen took place on the bed, spreading her legs while Sandra lubed the toy and gently inserted it in. About half way in, she pulled it out, then back in, then out and in a few times, each time making Karen moan and squirm.

They have been lovers for quite a while, sharing their fetishes and kinks since the start. They knew how to tease each other, and also how to get on the nerves of one another. Finally, after a few more teasing, the toy was in. Karen was gently squirming. She got up, standing ready for the belt.

Sandra then picked Karen's chastity belt, and wrapped it around her waist, but it was very loose.

"You're sure it's only 2 cm more? By how your belt fits, I would guess it's more around 5cm smaller."

"Oh, that would explain. I will have to check it out but... it did fit and I really like it," she said, gently squirming while Sandra changed the size of Karen's belt.

She wrapped it again around Karen's waist. The fit was perfect but somehow, the crotch strap appeared also tighter, pushing her toy deeper. Oh, she didn't mind. Not at all. She moaned while Sandra linked everything together and with the sound of the click of the padlock, she knew she was secured in.

Sandra picked up her toy and looked at it from all angles, playing with the little switches.

"I'm trying to figure out how it works, after all, I bought it but you used it," she said with a wink.

"Yeah, thanks to you, you didn't give me instructions, telling me that learning by trial and error would be funnier. You'll discover it all by yourself," said Karen snapping the toy off Sandra's hands. "Lay down!" she half-ordered.

Giggling, Sandra took the position on the bed and Karen inserted the toy, recreating the same pull out - push in teasing she received, which of course, made Sandra squirm and moan. That was quite pleasurable.

The steel chastity belt was put on, again very tightly. That new toy was larger than what she used to and a little bit longer. When the crotch strap was pulled tight, it pushed the toy farther, giving her a feeling she was not expecting. It felt disturbing at first. Arousingly disturbing.

Karen removed the key from the padlock then gave her a hard slap on the butt, making Sandra yelp.

By this time, both women were horny as hell and they needed to cool off. The chastity belt was the solution. And with that, only the app could bring them to an orgasm. Barely by itself. It needed the additional touch, the feeling of someone, the squeezing of the butt, the squishing of the breasts, but they were locked behind steel bras. That was creating just more frustrating teasing, putting them on the edge again and again, so that when they finally were able to release their orgasm, it exploded!

That was the reason they kept doing it. It created orgasms more powerful than a simple vanilla relationship.

Karen looked around and took her timebox. She brought it to the edge of her night stand and with a gesture of the hand, was about to grab all the keys to drag them into the box, but her phone rang. She stopped what she was doing and looked at the caller ID,

"Shit, the office," she said, pinching her nose and answering.

"Yeb... Heblo?...Yeb... What?... Waibe a binute..." she said, going to her clothes hanging on her wardrobe door and seaching through the pockets. "Oh... Shib... I habe it... (stuffy nose sounds and some coughing)... Hum... Okayb... Thanbs. Bye."

"What was that about?"

"I abbarenb..." she stopped pinching her nose. "I apparently went home with the key of a file cabinet and they need it today."

"Oh... But how?..." asked Sandra.

"They'll be sending a courier to get it. I have to put it into an envelope."

"I'll go get you one from the office," quickly said Sandra, leaving the bedroom. When she came back, Karen took the envelope, wrote the address and dropped the key, wrapped in some silk paper in it.

"Why the wrapping?" asked Sandra.

"So that the key doesn't puncture the envelope," she said as she sealed it. "I'm gonna leave it by the door, we'll just have to hand it over to the courier."

Sandra looked down at her outfit.

"Yeah, right."

Karen took the envelope, walked to the office and took some adhesive tape, then walked to the door, opened it carefully and peeked in the corridor. Nobody. She taped the envelope to the door and closed it.

"There. Problem solved. Now where were we? Ah right, she said, returning to her night stand where all the keys were still gathered. She pulled them all into the lockbox. She then handed the box to Sandra.

"You do the same."

"But why? We each have our own boxes."

"Yes, but we're in this together. All the keys in. So, as soon as a padlock is closed, it's done for the rest of the timer," said Karen with a devilish smile.

"Uh... Okay. I guess..." said Sandra, not sure into what she was getting into. She pushed all her padlock keys in the box then looked at it. "This is going to be a mess to figure out which is which," she said.

"More fun in perspective," said Karen, putting the lid and setting the timer. "Okay, set, start and... five, four, three, two..."

The winding noise of the box locking was heard.

"There. We're set for twenty hours."

"Tw... Twenty hours? But that will put us..."

"At wake-up time tomorrow," said Karen with a wink. "Now, let's put our hoods on, shall we?"

They did so, Sandra putting a red hood with only eyes, nostrils and mouth holes. Karen did the same with a black hood. The yokes were quite large and they needed each other's help to fully spread it under the tight collar of their neck-entry catsuit.

Once in place, Karen took Sandra's steel collar and wrapped it around her neck. The closure was with something that looked and felt like a fishbone, meaning that it could be adjusted only one way. Once inserted, even slightly, the key was required to pull it out. She put it on and tightened it, one click at a time, more and more until Sandra grabbed it.

"This is getting a little too tight," she said.

"Then it's perfect," said Karen, pushing it one click further then pressing the button locking it in place.

"No! What did you do, it's not comfortable."

"Hey, you're getting punished. This ought to be uncomfortable," said Karen giggling.

Karen then took her own wide leather collar and wrapped it around her neck, but when it was time to fasten it, Sandra was quick at drawing it very tightly and adding a padlock. No turning back.

"There! I suffer, you suffer," she said seriously, then laughing.

Karen tried to stretch her neck. It was after all, not a posture collar but a very wide one nonetheless, and tightened this much would be a struggle. For twenty hours!.

"Yeah, I guess I had it coming," she said, trying to fit her finger between the collar and her neck but couldn't.

Then they helped each other with their cuffs. Sandra was full steel and Karen leather. All the cuffs were drawn very tight before the lock mechanism was engaged or the padlock put on. In either case, they needed the key that was in the timebox to be free.

"Okay, now what?" asked Sandra, flexing her wrists, finding her cuffs a little too tight to her liking.

"Well, I kept you here so that you will repay for getting me sick. You will be pampering me," said Sandra with a large smile. "With some challenges," she said, picking a 10cm length of chain and two padlocks. She grabbed Sandra's wrists and locked them with it. "There you go. Now, I'm gonna go in the living room to read a book. Bring me some tea," she said, creaking her way along to the leather lazy chair.

Sandra frowned. She didn't exactly approved of it but she did brought in the bug. She began to prepare the tea when she was startled by a knock at the door.

"Who... Who is it?" she asked.

"Courier service. I have to pick up a package," said a woman's voice.

"It's taped to the door. You're good to go," she answered.

"Sorry but I need a signature." she answered.

Sandra looked at Karen.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"Just signed it. I can't, I'm sick, remember?" said Karen, giggling, "and I have to hide," she said, running fast to the bedroom.

"Fuck you," said Sandra, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

"Hi, If you can just... sign... here..." said the woman, frozen-startled by the sight, especially the fact that her wrists were chained.

"There you go, have a nice day," said Sandra, quickly closing the door, turning around to stare at Karen.

After a few moments they both burst out laughing, Karen walking back to the lazy-chair.

"You should have seen her face!" said Sandra.

"Yeah I would have loved to. We should do that to the pizza delivery guy."

They both laughed some more. Sandra resumed making Karen's tea and served it.

"I would like some cookies too," she said, once Sandra was turning around.

"Oh no. Don't you dare play that game with me, Karen..."

"Really, talking back?" said Karen, who quickly got up and took a gag she had evidently brought back from the bedroom. it was a panel gag with a long silicone penis-shaped gag. She quickly wrapped it around Sandra's neck and tightened it to its maximum. She knew this was putting the gag close to her gag reflex. "Maybe I should lock it."

Sandra looked at her with pleading eyes and nodding no. It was fun for a short time but not for 20 hours. And she wouldn't be able to eat or drink at all, as it blocked her mouth completely.

"Okay, I'll give you that chance," said Karen, but... " she said, kneeling and producing a short chain and two padlocks, "you need to be restrained more."

Karen spent most of her morning relaxing, reading, while giggling at Sandra having a hard time moving around, especially with her ankles linked in ballet boots. She knew she had chores, especially washing the morning dishes and preparing the lunch. She was currently Karen's little slave. She did not exactly disliked it. Bondage and teasing was part of her kinky lifestyle, after all.

It was a light dinner, as usual. Of course, Karen removed Sandra's gag.

After dinner, while Sandra was cleaning the dishes, Karen used some power tools in the living room, much to Sandra's curiosity. Then Sandra was called in and saw what she had done: she had installed a large ring on the ceiling, just next to the TV, and another ring just underneath, on the floor. She put a head harness with a ball gag over her Sandra's head, added a gasmask and positioned her over the floor ring and linked her ankles to it using a quick link. Using a rope, she linked the top ring of her head harness to the ceiling ring and rack, gently pulling on the rope stretching Sandra until her feet were about to lift from the floor then pull it back a tad. She took more rope and drew her elbows together in her back. With her wrists linked in the front, it created a kind of straight jacket.

Sandra couldn't move much, she was more or less dangling/standing there, unable to move her arms or her legs.

"Why?" said Karen, obviously figuring out Sandra's question. "Well, I always wanted a nice useless, just for the looks, piece of entertaining decorative furniture. So, there you are," she said, laughing, before adding a blindfold.

Sandra quickly got the hint. She wanted her to be entertaining, meaning struggling, twisting, trying to get free. She decided to give her none of that. She stayed immobile, not even moving a finger. So much for being fun to watch.

"You're boring, you know that?" said Karen after about ten minutes.

Sandra didn't react. It was hard. she was hot as hell. She loved the bondage and she wanted to move, to struggle, to feel the restraints, to feel her toy, which was exactly what Karen wanted, so, no.

Then she felt a jolt. Evidently, Karen had decided to do something, to make her squirm by playing with her toy. She began by low power vibrating pulses, about one every five seconds. Oh, that was teasing her hard. she wanted so much to struggle, to feel her toy even more. But if she was enjoying it, Karen too would enjoy it.

The timing of the pulses stayed the same but the power increased. With each pulse, she twitched, pulling on her head harness, pulling on her head, on her gag. She was heavily drooling by then. She couldn't help but moan. Louder.

And she couldn't resist anymore. She began to squirm. Feeling her feet pulled on the floor, feeling her head being pulled up, unable to move her arms, twisting her body only while the toy was increasing it's teasing. That was wonderful. Arousing.

Soon her breathing became faster. Her moaning became louder. The more she struggled, the more aroused she became.

Karen was looking at her squirm and she was herself squirming in the chair, switching from one position to the other, trying to stimulate herself with her hand, with her fingers, over her breasts, over her crotch, but being totally denied, thanks to the chastity gear doing it's job.

Her toy? Heck she couldn't access it. Per an agreement from when they started to live together, only the other had access to their respective toys. Their toys app was locked with exclusive access and their phones were locked, no one knew the password of the other. So while Karen was looking at Sandra's gleaming, shiny red body squirming under the warm light coming from the living room window, as she was becoming more and more excited, horny, aroused, she was letting herself literally dry.

She got horny by the though of what she was putting Sandra through. And she knew pretty well that, no matter what she could try, she would never orgasm with the toy alone. She needed outside stimuli. She needed to be touched, she needed her breasts to be squeezed, her nipples to be pinched. Or vibrated?

She had a thought: She ran to the bedroom and fetched the magic wand. She turned it on, on the lowest setting, and gently pressed it against Sandra's steel breast cup.

Sandra immediately twitched and she let out a high pitch moan. That was unexpected and somewhat never tried before. Well, her nipple piercing were relatively new. Somehow, she figured, without any proof, that the metal jewels of her piercings were touching the metal of the breast zippers of her latex catsuit. And with her chastity breast cups being tight, she thought that, perhaps. the cups touched the zipper.

So, magic wand touching the steel cups. The steel cups touching the steel zipper. The steel zipper touching the steel piercings. The steel piercings touching her nipples. Almost like those silly songs.

And the nipples were connected to the brain, and the brain reacted! Hard.

It wasn't a very hard vibration. It wasn't strong. It was a very faint tickling felt directly though her nipple, which became instantly erected, turning even more sensitive.

Sandra immediately squirmed. It was hurting. No, it was pleasure. No, it was disturbing. She wanted it to stop. No, she wanted it to continue. No, stop. No, Ahhhh! It was such a mix of emotions! She wanted it to either stop or go stronger. Way stronger. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. It was teasing. Hellishly teasing. Too faint to be exciting, too strong to forget.

Karen slowly moved the magic wand, trying to fit it between the two breast cups, trying to vibrate both at the same time. She barely was able to achieve it, having to gently nudge it from one to the other.

Sandra screamed! Oh shit. And her crotch toy turned at full power.

The crotch teasing, the breast teasing, the bondage, the struggle, the feeling of the tight latex all over her body, her crushing corset, her extreme heels, the gag, the gasmask.

Oh, yes! Yes! YES! She wanted more. She was going to explode. Her moaning became higher, in short gasps. Yes she was expl.... What? No... NO. NOOOOOOO!!

Karen had figured that she was about to orgasm, and she turned off everything. Everything at once. Sandra could hear her laugh. Loudly.

Sandra tried to trash around in her bondage, to get free. She wanted to jump on Karen and take that magic want out of her hands and, well, use it on herself!

But there was only the frustration of her bondage, of the denial. She was boiling.

"I'll kill you, Karen!" she thought, panting, squirming, frustrated to the highest degree, trying to get some feeling in her crotch. Oh, they played tease and denial on regular basis, that was part of the fun and one of the uses of a chastity belt and bra. But this denial was just... just.... Arrrrghhhh!

Then she heard. It was faint under her hood and gasmask and her panting but there it was. A laugh. Karen's laugh. Karen's evil laugh.

"That's for giving me a cold," she said, laughing some more and walking away, leaving Sandra to ponder her constant carelessness about her health impacting the others, mainly Karen.

She squirmed, trying to get some arousing feeling back, but nothing came. Oh well, she might enjoy that moment where she didn't had to make a decision, to take action, to fix a customer's problem. She was just being with herself. Standing there, tied up in the corner of the living room.

Of course, after a while she began to strain. Staying immobile has its good points but alto its bad points and her feet, encased in ballet heels were taking the toll. She moaned. Three short moans, a pause, and a long one. A pause, and she repeated.

She felt the rope pulling on her head harness loosen. Karen has responded. She obviously wasn't very far. Sexual bondage is a game of trust.

Karen released her and brought her to the sofa just next to her and helped her lay down. There she removed the restraints on her arms and finally the gasmask. Weird but Sandra felt a loss when it was removed. She just liked to be encased in it, feeling it was cutting herself off the outer world.

Slowly, she turned around, stretching on her stomach on the sofa. Then she felt Karen grabbing her feet and bending them at the knee, then grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it hard before snapping a quick link to it.

"Skbryygrryy*?" asked Sandra, mumbling on her large ballgag. (*really?)

Karen didn't answer. She simply grabbed her other arm and linked it to her ankles, putting her in a rather loose hogtie. The then carefully pulled her so that she would be positioned in the middle of the sofa.

She took place in the lazy-chair again and looked at her... work of art... with a smug.

Sandra didn't waste time. She began to squirm. It was in those moments she hated the chastity belt and the bra. She couldn't feel much but the squirming made her toys move a little inside her, which was not enough to arouse her but enough to keep her entertained.

But it quickly became boring and she was getting tired after her standing bondage, so now, although for normal people, this was not a good sleeping position, for a kinky mind, it was and Karen startled when she heard... snoring.

After checking if she was acting or if it was real, and finding out that it was real, she pulled out her phone.

That awakened Sandra rather quickly and she began to moan and twist and squirm and hump the sofa as the toy came to life. That was good. That was very good. Yet, she still hated the chastity bra and belt. Then again, wasn't it exactly the purpose of these devices? Denial?

Karen was carefully looking at her, choosing the right moment to stop the toy or create a completely different pattern, which screwed up Sandra sync dance with the previous pattern, making her lose the momentum and she had to start it over again, loudly protesting in the process.

Time flies when you're having fun, the saying goes. All in all, Sandra had been teased and denied while hogtied for close to an hour now, and she, along with Karen, were getting bored, which makes Sandra's brain wander around, within her own fantasies.

She imagines a chair were she would be very well secured, arms restrained on the arms of the chair with only her fingers free. A special keyboard, split in two halves, was accessible. She would be wearing some sort of drone helmet with a display visor. She would be gagged, unable to produce a single sound. Pre-recorded phrases were accessible through the keyboard.

Her head would be fully restrained, completely unable to move. Her torso would also be restrained as well as her legs, with her feet encased in ballet boots, heavily strapped to the legs of the chair so that nothing could move.

In short, the only things she could move would be her fingers.

And she would do her job of customer service representative. Each time the customer would be satisfied, she would get a reward in her toys. Each time, the customer was dissatisfied, she would get from a turn-off of the toys to some discomfort, depending on the level of dissatisfaction of said customer.

In-between calls, when things were quiet, everything would go blank. The visor and the audio would cut-off. A flap would close over her fingers trapping them immobile.

A survey would gather points and at the end of her work day, she would receive the reward (or punishment) according to those results.

Yes, she would work eight hours a day like that. Heck, even twelve, fourteen hours a day, seven days a week. She could be fed and cleaned by tubes while sitting in that chair. Then, at the end of the day, she would be taken out and sent to a special treadmill where she would be tied up so she could not escape the mandatory two hours of exercise needed to keep her body fit and healthy.

After that, she would be prepped for an eight hours sleep time, the definition of sleep being rather vague as this was when she would receive her reward for the day, very secured inside her latex vacbed or some other devices, then resumed her work as soon as she was woken up.

Leisure time? But of course. Bound, teased, tormented non-stop. She didn't care. She wanted the latex sex slave life.

A slow release of her bound legs dragged out of her fantasy dream, almost with some regrets.

"I ordered pizza," said Karen. "I guess we will have to open the door," she said with a funny smile. Sandra giggled and nodded.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. The two women squeaked their way to it and opened it, Sandra still in full gasmask, arms bound in her back. A young woman was there. Her shocked face lasted barely half a second before turning to a wide smile as she handed the pizza.

"You made my day, ladies. The two of you look splendid!

"Thank you," said Karen.

"If only I could deliver dressed like that..." she mumbled.

"What is stopping you?"

"Imagine the reaction of those non-kinky people, being delivered their pizza by a woman in latex."

"Well, you could say that it's for hygiene reasons," said Karen.

"Oh..." said the woman, genuinely surprised. "I haven't thought of that. And that would justify the gasmask," she said, nodding at Sandra.

They parted and after putting the slices on a plate, Karen removed Sandra's gasmask and gag and freed her arms. She grabbed the receipt

"Hum... Nadia. We should ask for her on our next delivery," said Sandra.

"I don't know," said Karen. "She would expect us to be in gear, while an... innocent delivery boy would get the surprise."

"Yeah... tough choice. But I would like to know how she dressed. If you noticed, she was wearing faux-leather leggings and, although not sky high, she had high heels on," said Sandra while taking her first bite. "Mmmm. Extra bacon. I love it!"

After dinner, they played a few races of Mario Kart, each one fantasizing about linking their toys to the power-ups and pranks, imagined getting vibed, tased, blindfolded or air deprived. That would add some challenge! Very interesting challenges.

"Someone should make an interface for it," said Karen.

Of course, they kept score. Every week, the winner would be on top and the loser on the bottom. Of their kinky couple fantasies, that is.

While Karen was putting the controllers away, Sandra went to the bedroom, then there was some noise.

"Hey, Karen. Can you come give me a hand here?"

Karen went in, puzzled, and as soon as she entered the room, Sandra was on her, pushing her forward on the bed. Caught by surprise, Karen didn't have time to react and in a few swift moves, although Karen didn't exactly fought back, her arms were spread out and Sandra was doing the same with her feet, putting her in a very tight and taut spread-eagle position.

She approached, almost threatening looking.

"You know you teased and denied me many, many times, today."

"Well, you did give me a cold. You had to pay it back," said Karen, squirming on the bed, suddenly not so sure about Sandra's intentions.

"Yes, but... wasn't the punishment a little harsh for the gravity of the crime? It wasn't that big of a cold and it lasted barely a few hours."

"The fact that my body cleared it quickly dowghmmmffmmm.....Hmmmfff..." said Karen as Sandra pushed a large ballgag in her mouth and tightly fastened the head harness.

"You shut up now. My punishment is over. Your teasing is just beginning."

Sandra added a blindfold then took a seat on a chair at the foot of the bed, picking up her phone.

Karen's toys began to vibrate at low level, with short bursts at full power. Each burst made her react, pull against her restraints. it wasn't long before she began ti squirm. While she was enjoying that little teasing, Sandra added more cuffs to her knees and upper arms, to which she linked to the sides of the bed, pulling the ropes tightly, limiting Karen's struggles.

Karen simply loved it. She loved being restrained and the more the better. She wished for more, and as if Sandra heard, more ropes were linked from her collar to the headboard, then to her chastity bra to the edges of the bed, and a similar setup for her chastity belt.

Then something was pressed against her breasts cups and it started to vibrate. She didn't had piercings like Sandra had, but the vibrations were nonetheless transmitted, although less powerfully, to her sensitive nipples.

She reacted by thrusting herself forward, trying to put more pressure against the magic wand, but Sandra quickly retreated, even removed completely the magic wand and turning off the toy, leaving Karen desperate for the vibrations.

She moaned in frustration. That made Sandra laugh.

"Oooo. Poor little thing. Want to talk about it?"

"Mmmgggrrrrrr..."

Sandra laughed even louder, putting her toy in a very slow timed pulse, about one 3 second pulse every 15 seconds and watched Karen squirmed in frustration.

"This is so entertaining," she said, giggling. "I understand why you liked it. Now, I'm enjoying it too," she added with a creepy voice.

She took a small paddle and began to whip inside of Karen's thighs. Quick slapping blows. Slap! one one side. Slap! on the other side. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!, alternating both sides like a machine gun. Then a long pause between slaps.

Karen twitched, especially when Sandra began to synchronize the slaps with the toy firing. A few hard slaps on the crotch band of the chastity belt didn't help either. Or did it?

Karen was starting to have second thoughts about having played that tease and denial game with Sandra. She had thought that Sandra would have accepted the punishment for what it was, not taking it back on her.

Sandra edged her and denied the orgasm a few more times before slowly, sensually, climbed on her and began to gently caress her latex encased body, slowly reaching for her wrists and unlinking them from the head board, then her head, then the rest of her body.

Shortly after, they were playing spaghetti with their arms and legs, enjoying the latex slipping on latex. Kissing each other on their ballgags was weird, tho. Karen began to gently removed Sandra's but she blocked her after the ball was loose enough so she could talk.

"Why not make it very, very... challenging? she said, looking at the padlocks lying on the table."

"Mmmuttk?" Asked Karen.

"Yes, let's lock ourselves in our gags until tomorrow morning. We have that series of padlocks that shared the same key as our belts. Why not use those?" she said, knowing perfectly that Karen wouldn't be able to un-gag herself before She removes her belt. She would be the first free and she could tease Karen until it's almost too late for her to go to work.

Karen loved the idea. Sandra would be stuck with her gag for longer than she anticipates. And with that thought, they locked each-other's head harness, securing their large ballgags deep in their mouths. And they returned to their cuddling on the bed, rubbing each other, pinching each other. The awkward thing is they had to have to use their phone to control each other's toy, which made the situation quite strange and made them lose the sexual connection between them.

Karen raised a finger to have Sandra stop. She took her phone, went to the app and chose "pattern #11". She pointed at Sandra then at her phone then at the pattern. Of course, if they put in both the same pattern, they would be in perfect sync.

They matched the pattern, the repeat options and both at the same time, pressed the start function. Karen took her phone and put it under the bed. With a smile behind her ballgag, Sandra did the same.

The cuddling continued. This time, they got hot almost instantly. They were rubbing against each other. Sorry, their steel belts and chastity bra were knocking against each other, sending small jolts of pleasure as their toys were doing the dance of the pattern, which was a very slow increasing pattern, making them build the orgasm stronger and stronger.

They knocked their ballgags together in an attempt to kiss, then rubbed their latex coated heads together, felt their latex covered arms, their crushed torso. Sandra being shorter than Karen, she couldn't bang her belt at the same time as she banged her steel bra, but it allowed Karen to squeeze her firm butt.

They were moaning, their latex skin was squeaking, their steel devices were clanking. While she was under and Sandra was on top, Karen stretched her arms and grabbed the magic wand.

The toy pattern was becoming almost unbearable. it was strong, with a fast beat. She knew she was on the verge of jumping the fence. She turned on the magic wand and pressed between her steel breasts and dragged Sandra over it, pressing it hard between the two of them, both women feeling the vibration of the wand over their breasts at the same time their toys reached the high-Q point of no return.

They exploded. both at the same time, their bodies taken over by strong convulsions as the desires, the build-up of their climax was just too strong. Their brain short-circuited and for a moment, all went black as every cells of their bodies were filled with pleasure hormones. The pattern of their toys made it feel like they were getting pound over and over again. They screamed, their muffled sounds reaching in the corridor of the apartment building. They never felt, they never experienced anything like that before. This was out of this world. This was almost an out of body experience.

The orgasm stretched again and again until it became painful. Only then did they let go of their embrace and slowly let each other slip on their side of the bed, panting, gasping for air, their heart pounding, their crotch still on fire and their brain a mushy mess.

Eyes half closed, they looked at each other.

"I oomff ooo*," mumbled Karen. (*I love you)

"I oommff ooo kooo*" answered Sandra. (*I love you too)

Right after that, they closed their eyes and fell asleep. Their toys were still active, the pattern slowly restarting but they didn't care. They body was not listening.

The alarm clock woke them up. They stretched, their jaw aching, their whole body straining after the action of the previous night. Karen looked at the timed clock. Half an hour before release.

Stumbling, she got up, fell back down, moaned at the toy moving inside her, then got back up, walking slowly, unsteady, as if she was drunk. Oh their toys were long dead, their batteries drained. She walked to the kitchen to prepare coffee. Much needed coffee, while Sandra went to the bathroom.

They waited for the coffee but mainly for the timebox. Finally, it opened. Sandra let Karen search first.

She was getting nervous. Very nervous.

"Mfssaaat msswwwooonngg?"

"Mphkeee??"

To play the game, Sandra searched the key with her before giggling. She pointed at herself that she had it. Karen extended a hand, expecting Sandra to hand over the key, but Sandra nodded no and pointed at her chastity belt.

From Karen puzzled expression, she fetched the small instruction manual she had left on the table and opened at the page showing the little hiding compartment, then gestured, indicating that the key to her belt was inside the toy.

Karen's eyes opened wide. Sandra, giggling, went to the bunch of keys lying on the table and began to search for her key. But didn't find it. Karen was standing there, immobile, like hypnotized. Sandra stopped searching.

She ran her office and came back with a pen and some paper. She wrote:

"What the heck is going on, Karen? Where is my key?"

Karen slowly took the pen and paper.

"I put it into the envelope for my office. Your key is at my office," wrote Karen.

"Mmhwaaatpp???"

At the same moment, Sandra's phone rang. She couldn't answer so she let it go to voicemail and listened to the message once done.

"Hi Sandra. It's Phil at the office. Listen, the suits announced a surprise visit and they want everybody at the office. So, sorry but no working from home for you today. Grab your stuff and come here as fast as you can. By the tone of their phone call, those not coming in might lose their jobs. See you later."

They stare at each other and the reality of their predicament slowly sank in.