"That’s not the point!"
"Then what’s it, honey?"
"I mean," Maryann pointed at her chastity belt, "he, like, totally cannot do this to me! Like, seriously!"
Elise shook her head indulgently as she opened an official-looking pink-and-gold binder. "Believe me, sweetie, he absolutely can. It’s clearly stated in your S.L.U.T. contract. Let’s see… Ah, here we are."
Her voice shifted into a businesslike tone, reading aloud a paragraph of dense, complicated legal jargon about chastity enforcement and SteelTech’s rights to control their S.L.U.T. employees’ sexual activity, or lack thereof.
Maryann’s eyes crossed slightly as Elise rattled off legal terms she couldn’t begin to understand, her dumbed-down bimbo brain struggling to keep up. "Ugh, Elise, you’re, like, totally making my head spin! This is literally the worst thing ever!"
"Oh no, doll, it’s really not. Actually, there’s an upside." She offered Maryann a pink slip. "See? A little complement to your salary. S.L.U.T.s in permanent chastity are entitled to a special monthly raise."
"Wait… raise?"
"Yup, extra money. Chastity bonus, honey."
"Elise! This isn’t about money! I need to touch my pussy, I’m, like, a slut! A real slut. The biggest in this entire office!"
Elise laughed softly. "Maryann, sweetie, tell me something about being a slut that isn’t about money. Think about all the pretty things you want to buy. Purses, designer shoes… You can shop all you want."
Maryann paused, pursing her lips as she thought about it. Images of shoes, purses, lingerie, and makeup flooded her mind instantly, along with an intense pleasure. Designer brands, lavish shopping sprees, champagne brunches with her bimbo girlfriends… A silly, greedy smile crept across her face. "Mmm, totes…" she mumbled, momentarily distracted.
"See, honey? There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a little extra money, especially since, as you said, you’re a slut. Sluts love money, right?"
"But Elise, like, for real, is my boss the only one who can unlock me now?"
"I’m afraid so, sweetheart. Only your manager controls your chastity belt. Wish I could help you, doll, but that’s the rules."
"No fair…"
"Aw, baby, don’t be sad. Tell you what—why don’t I buy you a pair of heels to cheer you up?"
"Heels?! Elise, my wardrobe is literally overflowing with heels! I have nowhere left to store any more heels!"
"Fine, no heels. How about a miniskirt instead? Or a see-through blouse? Ooh, or one of those sexy fur-trimmed jackets all the girls are wearing?"
"Wait, you mean the one Khloé Kardashian wore in Keeping Up with the Kardashians? OMG, Elise, yes—TOTALLY the jacket! I was just drooling over it on Insta! It’s like, perfect to go with my LBD!"
"I know, right?" Elise giggled, satisfied she’d distracted her successfully.
They continued chatting cheerfully about fashion, makeup, and all Maryann’s favorite frivolous topics for a while longer, Maryann temporarily forgetting her chastity woes.
After a long, comfortable pause, Elise’s voice turned more serious. "By the way, Maryann, we need to discuss your upcoming enhancement surgery."
"My what?"
Enjoy! 💋Xoxo💋
Lara Lynn