BELT 2

The alarm sounded for the third time and I finally decided to get up - I had taken another day off work to play with the futuristic fetish prototype belt that my boyfriend, Gary, had left me yesterday. Last night, we had attended a party and I'd had the time of my life - I'm not normally a brave-enough person to wear daring outfits, but going to a party in a skintight purple latex catsuit generated by the technologically-marvellous belt was too tempting to resist. Especially since the belt was under the voice-control of Gary, and at any moment he could have said Belt Modify Flash or something similar to instantly cause me much embarrassment. Luckily, he only used such commands in the car going to and from the party...

The curtains had already opened themselves, and the sunlight streaming into the bedroom was making me blink. I decided to get up, have a shower, pull my hair into a ponytail and head downstairs for breakfast. There was a typed note waiting for me on the breakfast table:

TRY THE PASSWORD "SOLO" AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

I smiled as I read the note - it didn't take me long to decide what I was going to do with my morning. Skipping breakfast, I quickly stripped out of my bathrobe and panties and picked up the belt from the coffee table in the living room. A black latex belt with a large metal buckle, it looked rather inconspicuous and retro... I quickly donned the belt, grinning as the clasp clicked shut of its own accord and the belt tightened around my naked waist.

"Belt, I am your wearer," I said, clearly.

"WEARER VOICE REGISTERED," said the belt, in its harsh, robotic voice.

"Belt, list commands."

"WEARER COMMAND ACCEPTED. WEARER COMMAND LIST FOLLOWS: FULL, TOP, BOTTOM, BODY, TIGHT, MINI, MODIFY, BELT, REMOVE. OTHER WEARER COMMANDS ARE PASSWORD-PROTECTED."

"Solo."

"WEARER PASSWORD ACCEPTED. SELF-BONDAGE OUTFIT UNLOCKED."

Now, that sounded interesting. I checked that the cat, Sherekan, was sound asleep on the sofa and headed upstairs to the bedroom - I closed the door to stop the cat getting in, and knelt in the middle of the bed. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"Belt, self-bondage."

"WEARER COMMAND REJECTED. INVALID SYNTAX. MUST SPECIFY DURATION OR USE KEYWORD 'RANDOM' FOR RANDOM DURATION."

I assumed that the belt needed the number of minutes for the self-bondage to last - presumably, it would gag me so I wouldn't be able to issue any more commands. I was feeling quite excited by this prospect, and felt my nipples beginning to harden already. Here I was, naked on my bed except for this latex belt around my waist... and all I had to do was think up a number, and I would be bound helpless by the relentless wave of liquid latex stored inside the contraption. Thirty minutes sounded like a suitable amount of time to begin with, but I was sorely tempted to use the 'random' keyword.

"Belt, self-bondage thirty."

"WEARER COMMAND ACCEPTED - COMMENCING SELF-BONDAGE FOR THIRTY HOURS."

"Thirty hours?!? No, wait... belt, cancel!"

But it was too late. The belt was ignoring my voice commands - it would not be interrupted in its task. I looked down at the belt, and saw that the familiar black liquid was flowing down my legs and up my torso. I knew from experience that I could do nothing to stop it - I resigned myself to my fate, and hoped that Gary would be home to rescue me at some point within the next thirty hours! The cool, shiny liquid enveloped my legs and formed heels, seven-inch heels, which sprouted from my feet and caused my toes to point and run parallel to them. The black latex between my thighs and calves disappeared, and my thighs were drawn to my calves until my flesh was pressed against my flesh... in just the same way it had done when I had mistakenly fallen victim to the 'slave-girl' outfit the previous day. Within moments, I was thoroughly frogtied once again.

Whilst my legs had been enveloped, the latex had also been flowing up my body, forming a skintight outfit that covered my breasts, my neck, my arms, my hands... I turned my hands over in front of my face as I marvelled once again at the amazing, skintight material that the liquid became - skintight, seamless, zipless. I gasped as the belt cinched tighter around my waist, forming a corset that forced me to sit up straight. A stiff posture collar followed, forcing my head up and forward. Even though the belt was taking complete control of my body, and my freedom, I wasn't scared... just concerned about spending the rest of the day utterly helpless. My arms were pulled together behind my back, and the fingers of my left hand entwined with the fingers of my right, and my arms stretched to bring my elbows together behind me. The latex between my arms then disappeared, and the black latex gloves became a black latex monoglove...

The black liquid latex flowed up from the posture collar and covered my head, forming a tight latex mask that had no openings except for my hair at the back and my eyes and nostrils at the front. My mouth was filled with the liquid, which instantly solidified to form a large, rubber cock... I shifted my position on the bed, thinking that the belt had finished the outfit... but it hadn't. Where the black latex covered my breasts, I suddenly felt it retreat... leaving my breasts bare, except for a cross of latex, formed by thin strands which intersected at each nipple. And then I felt the strands, somehow, grip my nipples... hard... I gasped into the gag - if I hadn't known better, I would have thought that someone had just attached clamps to my nipples.

It was then that I felt the shiny black latex pushing against my crotch... I couldn't help but moan as the latex formed a large rubber cock that pushed inexorably inside me, filling me completely. And then it began to vibrate... Maybe I'd enjoy the next 30 hours after all.

I moved around on the bed - the belt allowed me a little movement, even though the corset and collar kept me somewhat inflexible. With my legs frogtied and my arms bound tight behind my back, all I could really do was turn so I could see myself in the mirror - and what a sight I was, covered completely in shiny, black, skintight latex. I tried pulling at my bonds, but it really was a second skin - it flexed where it wanted me to flex it, but where it bound me tight it was completely solid. Still, that didn't stop me trying - the tight grip on my nipples was getting a little uncomfortable now... but with the huge vibrating cock trapped inside my pussy, I soon didn't care! I sucked on the second latex cock in my mouth, closing my eyes, imagining all sorts of rude things, my breathing getting laboured as I fast approached that pleasurable moment of...

"BELT SUSPENDING - RECEIVING SOFTWARE UPGRADE!"

I opened my eyes in surprised as the vibrations stopped... and the belt withdrew both cocks. The grip on my nipples disappeared, and the black shiny latex retreated down into the belt - it only took a moment, and I was left kneeling on the bed, my hands still behind my back, my mouth still open wide... wearing just a black latex retro-styled belt. I soon recovered from the shock and looked down at the belt, wondering what had initiated a sudden software upgrade. Was it receiving it from the Internet? Or had Gary sent it a command from work?

It was then that I heard a noise downstairs. It sounded suspiciously like someone walking into a coffee table.

I jumped off the bed and opened the bedroom door, and leaned over the bannister to peer downstairs. I caught sight of someone, a man, older than Gary, unfamiliar to me. What was this stranger doing in my house? I decided to confront him... once I was wearing some more clothes.

"SOFTWARE UPGRADE COMPLETE - BELT RESUMING!"

The man looked up when he heard the belt speak, and I quickly jumped backwards - I didn't think he saw me, but he definitely heard the belt. I ran back into the bedroom, but lost my balance and fell onto the floor as my bare feet suddenly sprouted seven-inch heels. No, not now, I thought to myself, as the belt decided to continue from where it had left off... I struggled as hard as I could, but within seconds I was encased in shiny black latex again, my hands trapped behind my back, my legs frogtied, my mouth gagged, my nipples clamped and my pussy filled with a huge, vibrating rubber dildo... and then I heard the sound of the stranger walking up the stairs.

I moved as fast as I could, aiming to hide behind the far side of the bed. Hopefully, if I could lie on the floor between the bed and the wall, he wouldn't be able to find me. It was my only hope... the last thing I wanted was to be discovered in kinky latex bondage by some random burglar! Even with my latex-covered knees slipping on the floor, I somehow managed to get to the hiding place just as the stranger got to the bedroom door. I dived to the floor, wincing as my clamped nipples were squashed under me, and tried not to make a sound. Such a feat was difficult, unfortunately, with the huge latex dildo vibrating deep inside me... I felt the vibrations on my hard clitoris, and I knew it was only moments before I came. And if I orgasmed, there and then, I knew I'd have trouble keeping quiet.

I heard the intruder wandering around the bedroom, as if he was looking for something. I prayed that he wouldn't discover me... and it was at that moment that the latex, the bondage and the stimulation all became too much for me and I succumbed to a shuddering, satisfying climax... and I couldn't stop myself from groaning loudly as I writhed on the floor, mashing my breasts beneath me as I came and came and came...

"When you've quite finished..." said the burglar, standing over me and smiling.

I looked up at him, and was surprised to see that he was carrying a small palm-held computer - not standard equipment for a burglar, I thought, but then I hadn't seen many burglars. I really expected to see him carrying a large sack marked Swag. He reached down and sat me up on my knees - I couldn't do anything to stop him. And then he looked me up and down, admiring my latex-covered body. He pressed a button on his computer, and I was shocked (to say the least) when the pressure on my nipples instantly subsided and the dildo withdrew from my pussy. He somehow had remote control over my belt.

"Mmmmmph!"

"I can tell that you've worked out that I have full control over your garment," he smiled, pressing another button which made the belt bare my breasts, "and that I have no qualms about admiring your sexy body while you're trapped in it."

"Mmmmmph!"

"There's no point struggling - I have full control. Nice tits."

I struggled anyway, trying to reach around to cover my naked breasts, to protect them from his leering gaze. He pressed another button, and I suddenly felt a cool breeze at my crotch... and I realised that I was even more naked now. His gaze roamed down my body, and I quickly brought my knees together. He pressed yet another button, and the belt formed a spreader bar between my knees, pushing them apart as far as they could go. I couldn't even turn my head away in shame, given that it was kept in place by a strict posture collar also created by the belt. He reached down and pinched my left nipple, hard.

"Mmmmmph!"

"You're probably wondering who I am. Well, I'm the guy who left the note on your kitchen table this morning - don't look so surprised, your boyfriend Gary doesn't even know about the self-bondage mode on the belt. And, no, before you ask I don't work for the same company as him - I work for a rival company, and I'm here to steal the belt so we can study it. And I don't mind stealing you too in the process."

He pressed a series of buttons, and all I could do was stare at him as the truth of the situation, and the vulnerability of my position, sunk in. I was surprised, again, as the latex from the belt suddenly retreated again - leaving me naked but free.

"That was a mistake..." I said, jumping to my feet.

"No, it wasn't," he grinned, pressing another button.

I was stopped in my tracks as the belt sprung into life again. The latex spread over my torso, my arms, my legs... and it overpowered me, effortlessly, forcing my hands down to cover my crotch as it created a new outfit for me. The outfit looked remarkably like a large, rubber overcoat - shiny but not skintight, dark purple and classy. It looked like my hands were keeping warm in the pockets of the coat, while in fact they were bound in front of me underneath the latex. A thick black latex scarf formed around my throat and the lower part of my face, deftly hiding a strict posture collar and gag. The liquid latex even span into very thin fibres to produce black fishnet stockings on my legs, which extended down to the high-heeled shoes which had appeared on my feet.

"Mmmmmph!" I said, again, not believing I was captured so easily and quickly.

"Perfect - you're ready for transport now. Come with me."

I had no intention of following him, but after a few more button presses on his computer, the belt moved my legs for me... and, to all intents and purposes, I was following him obediently. He led me out of the house and down the street - the weather was cold enough to warrant such a large coat and scarf, so I didn't get too many strange looks from passersby. And I could only look ahead and mmmmmph quietly, so I couldn't let them know that I had been kidnapped! Despite the warmness of the coat, I was naked underneath and feeling rather cold... I had no idea what he would do with me once he got me to wherever he was taking me... I had no idea what Gary would do when he got home... I had no idea if I would be able to escape...

Walking slightly ahead of me, he pressed another button and I felt another large, latex dildo forming between my thighs and pressing up between my legs... and I began to wonder if I wanted to escape!