Stories and Captions mostly dealing with chastity and cum control. I'm into the idea characters being led/conditioned/trained to do something without explicitly being forced. So most stories will be in that vein.
Eliza, read through the paperwork again. it was an interesting proposition. It seemed odd to use a sex toy company as an investment venture, but Chastitech made a compelling argument. Thousands of women agreeing to lock themselves in chastity and paying $1000 into an investment fund. Chastitech agreed to match a portion of the investment and manage the fund. The participants could quit at any time to be released from their chastity, but they forfeited their investment. Each month the remaining investors received an equal portion of the returns on the investment. Should the last investor decide to quit. She would inherit the entire principle and all built up interest.
Eliza looked at the belt fastened around her waist. It was comfortable enough. The plan had a few bonuses for students, and she could really use the money. Going a few years without sex had to be better than taking out student loans. With a final deep breath she clicked the final button, sending her money and securing the belt.
Within a week she was regretting her decision. Not being able to touch at all was way harder than she anticipated. But she couldn't back out now. She had dumped a good portion of her savings into this scheme. She couldn't back out before she even got her first payment. A month later she regretted it even more. The interest on her investment was practically pennies. She wasn't really surprised, but it was insulting to see that a month of sweaty sleepless nights and frustrating showers, was worth about enough to buy a cup of coffee.
She thought about getting out all the time. It was literally one button sitting right above her trapped pussy. She just had to push and hold it, and she could start playing with herself at any time. By the 2nd month she often found herself absent mildly rubbing her finger around the button. Over and over she'd circle her finger around while her clit throbbed helplessly just beneath it.
Six months in and Eliza was horny beyond belief. The monthly payout from her investment was steadily rising, but she was ready to call an end to it. Just hang on long enough to break even and she could drop out without really losing anything.
Part way through her second year, the payouts began increasing steadily. Eliza might have been benefiting from a good investment market, but she had to assume a lot of her fellow investors were beginning to drop out. She fingered the button on her belt. She could hold out a little longer.
Shortly before she finished her degree, Eliza hit the break even point. The returns had paid back her initial investment, and were now purely profit. She had been waiting a long time for this moment, but decided to wait. After all she was going to be busy these last few months anyway, and she probably shouldn't let herself get distracted right before exams. Plus she had a hunch a lot of the other investors would be planning to quit around now just as she had been. the next few months could be profitable.
As much as her pussy said no, her bank account said yes. The last few months of school were quite profitable and she was able to graduate debt free. She soon found herself a nice place in the city and realized if she stayed in the belt, she could take some time off before jumping right into work.
And thus started a constant war between her greedy pussy and her greedy wallet. She wanted nothing more than to hold down that button, rip off the belt and finally cum over and over again. But she also wanted to travel, to pursue a career in art, and generally keep up the lifestyle she had become accustomed to.
Every time she thought she couldn't take it any more and she there was no way she could go another day, a bigger cheque would arrive and she'd manage to wait just one more month. When she saw some success as an artist, she considered finally quitting, but what if she had a few bad shows, or some unexpected expenses and she didn't have the belt money to fall back on. Suddenly starting a traditional career seemed unthinkable. Could she really trade everything she had just for the opportunity to slam her fingers into her pussy again? She rubbed the belt between her legs, and ran her finger around the edge of the button. It was a tough choice.
As the years passed, she started wondering if maybe she might win this bizarre contest. The payments never stopped increasing as the interest built and was divided among fewer and fewer women. There couldn't be that many left. What if she was the last one and was denying herself for nothing. The money could be just sitting in an account waiting for her to claim it. She'd have millions of dollars and complete freedom.The thought made her rub her legs together as she tried to remember what an orgasm felt like.
But what if there were two investors left? What if she pushed her button and she just passed all the money to some other woman just because she got too horny? How could she go on knowing she had sacrificed millions just to play with herself. At one point she tried hiring accountants to go back through her records and figure out how many investors were remaining. But without knowing the initial number of women and the way the funds were invested (information Chastitech stubbornly refused to provide) there was no way to be sure. Better to give it a few more months.
Frank looked up from his monitor as Jim walked in. "Hey old man. Enjoying the last day?" he asked. Jim smiled, clearly happy to finally be retiring. "I'll be out of your hair soon, but I wanted to make sure I gave you this." he said, dropping an old fashioned paper folder on Frank's desk.
"Wow haven't seen one of these in a while. What's it for?"
"It was before you joined Chastitech, but we had this marketing push to try to normalize female chastity. Expand the market a little bit and move the industry away from cheap cock cages. So we did these publicity stunts where we paid women to stay in their belts and called it a new type of investment. Never really caught on."
Frank flipped through the yellowed pages."Yeah I kind of remember reading about that. Wait! You don't still have one going? How many women are left."
"Just one. She's been all alone for about twenty years. The newer systems aren't set up to handle it, so you have to put it in manually. Once a month just check if the belt is still active and transfer her the accrued payment."
"She must know right? She's sitting on millions of dollars."
Jim shrugged. "Not my business. Maybe she just got used to wearing it."
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Eliza, read through the paperwork again. it was an interesting proposition. It seemed odd to use a sex toy company as an investment venture, but Chastitech made a compelling argument. Thousands of women agreeing to lock themselves in chastity and paying $1000 into an investment fund. Chastitech agreed to match a portion of the investment and manage the fund. The participants could quit at any time to be released from their chastity, but they forfeited their investment. Each month the remaining investors received an equal portion of the returns on the investment. Should the last investor decide to quit. She would inherit the entire principle and all built up interest.
Eliza looked at the belt fastened around her waist. It was comfortable enough. The plan had a few bonuses for students, and she could really use the money. Going a few years without sex had to be better than taking out student loans. With a final deep breath she clicked the final button, sending her money and securing the belt.
Within a week she was regretting her decision. Not being able to touch at all was way harder than she anticipated. But she couldn't back out now. She had dumped a good portion of her savings into this scheme. She couldn't back out before she even got her first payment. A month later she regretted it even more. The interest on her investment was practically pennies. She wasn't really surprised, but it was insulting to see that a month of sweaty sleepless nights and frustrating showers, was worth about enough to buy a cup of coffee.
She thought about getting out all the time. It was literally one button sitting right above her trapped pussy. She just had to push and hold it, and she could start playing with herself at any time. By the 2nd month she often found herself absent mildly rubbing her finger around the button. Over and over she'd circle her finger around while her clit throbbed helplessly just beneath it.
Six months in and Eliza was horny beyond belief. The monthly payout from her investment was steadily rising, but she was ready to call an end to it. Just hang on long enough to break even and she could drop out without really losing anything.
Part way through her second year, the payouts began increasing steadily. Eliza might have been benefiting from a good investment market, but she had to assume a lot of her fellow investors were beginning to drop out. She fingered the button on her belt. She could hold out a little longer.
Shortly before she finished her degree, Eliza hit the break even point. The returns had paid back her initial investment, and were now purely profit. She had been waiting a long time for this moment, but decided to wait. After all she was going to be busy these last few months anyway, and she probably shouldn't let herself get distracted right before exams. Plus she had a hunch a lot of the other investors would be planning to quit around now just as she had been. the next few months could be profitable.
As much as her pussy said no, her bank account said yes. The last few months of school were quite profitable and she was able to graduate debt free. She soon found herself a nice place in the city and realized if she stayed in the belt, she could take some time off before jumping right into work.
And thus started a constant war between her greedy pussy and her greedy wallet. She wanted nothing more than to hold down that button, rip off the belt and finally cum over and over again. But she also wanted to travel, to pursue a career in art, and generally keep up the lifestyle she had become accustomed to.
Every time she thought she couldn't take it any more and she there was no way she could go another day, a bigger cheque would arrive and she'd manage to wait just one more month. When she saw some success as an artist, she considered finally quitting, but what if she had a few bad shows, or some unexpected expenses and she didn't have the belt money to fall back on. Suddenly starting a traditional career seemed unthinkable. Could she really trade everything she had just for the opportunity to slam her fingers into her pussy again? She rubbed the belt between her legs, and ran her finger around the edge of the button. It was a tough choice.
As the years passe
d, she started wondering if maybe she might win this bizarre contest. The payments never stopped increasing as the interest built and was divided among fewer and fewer women. There couldn't be that many left. What if she was the last one and was denying herself for nothing. The money could be just sitting in an account waiting for her to claim it. She'd have millions of dollars and complete freedom.The thought made her rub her legs together as she tried to remember what an orgasm felt like.
But what if there were two investors left? What if she pushed her button and she just passed all the money to some other woman just because she got too horny? How could she go on knowing she had sacrificed millions just to play with herself. At one point she tried hiring accountants to go back through her records and figure out how many investors were remaining. But without knowing the initial number of women and the way the funds were invested (information Chastitech stubbornly refused to provide) there was no way to be sure. Better to give it a few more months.
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Frank looked up from his monitor as Jim walked in. "Hey old man. Enjoying the last day?" he asked. Jim smiled, clearly happy to finally be retiring. "I'll be out of your hair soon, but I wanted to make sure I gave you this." he said, dropping an old fashioned paper folder on Frank's desk.
"Wow haven't seen one of these in a while. What's it for?"
"It was before you joined Chastitech, but we had this marketing push to try to normalize female chastity. Expand the market a little bit and move the industry away from cheap cock cages. So we did these publicity stunts where we paid women to stay in their belts and called it a new type of investment. Never really caught on."
Frank flipped through the yellowed pages."Yeah I kind of remember reading about that. Wait! You don't still have one going? How many women are left."
"Just one. She's been all alone for about twenty years. The newer systems aren't set up to handle it, so you have to put it in manually. Once a month just check if the belt is still active and transfer her the accrued payment."
"She must know right? She's sitting on millions of dollars."
Jim shrugged. "Not my business. Maybe she just got used to wearing it."
