The authorities have approved a reform to the penal code, this new laws apply these forms of punishments for determined crimes. It has been proven that punishments of deprivation of sexual liberty are more effective than money fines or imprisonment.
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“The defendant Chritine P. R. at the date of 7/25 of the present year, did not stop her car at three different red lights.” said the judge. “How does the defendant plead?”
“I plead innocent, your honor.” replied Christine, as her lawyer recommended.
“Well, the automatic sign detector has verified that you did pass three red lights without stopping.” said the judge. “This court sentences you to two months of forced sexual deprivation. Does the defendant has anything to say in her defense?”
“Your honor, it was an accident. It wont happen again!” pleaded Christine.
“Your allegation makes no change on your sentence. Now, let the sentence be carried away.” said the judge.
Christine is handcuffed and taken by a female officer to another wing of the building, where she is taken by another female officer to carry on her sentence.
Christine knew what her punishment consisted of
“May I go to the bathroom first?” asked Christine in a tiny, pleading voice.
“No!” replied the female officer, “No you can’t. You might try to masturbate, and that is forbidden for you since the sentence was announced by the judge. I’ll be done in fifteen minutes, and you can go then.”
The female officer unlocked Christine’s handcuffs, “Okay, now take off your panties and sit over there.” she ordered.
The thing that Christine was ordered to sit on looked a lot like those chairs with stirrups commonly used by gynecologists, Christine was then closely examined and all of her pubic hair was shaved off. After that, the female officer applied some strange cream on the shaved area which irritated Christine a little.
“This cream will keep your pubic hair from growing for at least five months, so it will prevent possible problems or infections.” explained the female officer, “However, the cream is slightly irritating, the lab that makes it adds some extra ingredients, made especially for women.” she added, “Imagine what it’ll be like when I fasten the belt on you.” she said with some irony.
“Okay, you can get off the seat now, rise up your skirt while I measure you.” ordered the officer.
Christine blushed and did as she was told, exposing her shaved pussy and her butt to the female officer. The officer took out a measure tape and took measurements of Christine. Of her hips, 64 cm, then of the distance from her front to her back in between the legs, 59 cm.
“Okay, with that taken care of, let’s pick your new underwear.” said the officer, clearly enjoying herself. She walked over to a shelf filled with chastity belts in different sizes, all of them ordered by their size from bigger to smaller. Finally, she found one that matched Christine’s measures, “Here we go! This one will do just fine! Okay, let’s see how it looks on you.”
The woman placed the belt on Christine, adjusting it as much as possible so it fitted snuggly around her hips and between her legs.
“It’s too tight.” complained Christine.
“It is?” asked the officer, “Well, let’s see. Hold your breath and suck your stomach in.”
Christine did as she was told. But the officer took the opportunity to fasten the belt even harder around her waist, and then locked the padlock on it with a loud CLICK.
“No! No! I wanted you to loose it a little bit!” complained Christine again.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” said the officer, with a voice that showed that she wasn’t. “But once the padlock is locked on, I cannot open it until you finish the time of your sentence, which is two months from now.”
“Okay, now let me tell you the ground rules for this,” said the officer casually.
You are not allowed to take off the chastity belt under any circumstance
“If you try to open your chastity belt, and get caught, then your sentence will be increased by one year. In case of an emergency, you should come directly to us.” explained the woman. “Also, if you happen to commit another crime while wearing the belt, you will be forced to wear it for one year more.”
“And what about my right?” asked Christine.
“Oh yeah! I forgot! You have the right to remain ‘chaste’ for the next two months. Ha ha ha ha!” laughed the female officer at her little own joke. Christine did not find it funny at all.
“Now, let me write down your belt’s number for the files.” the female officer looked at the crotch plate of Christine’s belt. “Let’s see, the number is 522.”
After writing down the number on the file, the female officer gave Christine a light smack on her ass.
“Okay, you can go now. I hope you enjoy your new underwear.”
Christine walked out of the courthouse, her walk was a little tentative. At the beginning she was sure that everyone was staring at her, like if she had the word “guilty” written all over her face. Then she calmed down, telling herself that it was all in her head, and that nobody could tell that she was wearing a chastity belt under her skirt. She could aslo feel a terrible itch on her sex, but knew that she could do nothing about it.
She still wanted to go to the bathroom, but she decided to wait till she reached her home . . .
“Finally, home at last!” exclaimed Christine as she closed the door behind her, “I couldn’t wait another second to get here!”
She ran straight to the bathroom, and sat down on the toilet to pee. Just like she expected, the small hole at the crotch of the belt allowed her to pee without problems, and she was able to dry herself easily.
But the itching was still there, so she walked over to the bathroom mirror and lifted her skirt to take a look at herself. All the skin surrounding her sex was completely red, but it was on her sex itself where she felt the itching the most. She walked over to the bidet, and sprinkled some water on the area of her crotch, this eased off the itching, but just a little.
It was just half an hour later when her boyfriend Peter arrived.
“Hello Peter.” said Christine greeting him.
“Hello Christine. How did the trial go?” asked Peter.
Christine looked down, “It was just like you warned me it would be. I got two months of ‘sexual deprivation’!”
“Well, that’s what you get for being a bad girl and passing with your car with a red light. Now you’ll learn your lesson.” replied Peter.
“But Peter, you know how much I like to have sex . . . this sentence is very hard for me!”
“Well, you’ll have to get used to go on without sex for a while.”
“No! I don’t want to get used to!”
“It’s not like you have a choice dear.” replied Peter, “Now lift your skirt, I want to see how it looks like.”
“Fine, take a look.” said Christine as she lifted her skirt for her boyfriend, showing him the stainless steel chastity belt, “So, what do you think?”
“I think that its very well made. You won’t be able to do anything while wearing it. Well, nothing sexual at least.” he said, “The belt looks very good on you, it constricts your hips very tightly, and it presses very hard on your pussy.”
Christine eyes started to get wet with tears as she looked at the hard steel locked over her sex.
“This is so unfair! Not only that, but they put some strange cream on my pussy after they shaved it, and it has left me very exited!” she whimpered.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything to help you with that.” said Peter, “But I’m sure that you can still satisfy me . . .”
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Life with the harness
The next Saturday morning, Christine went to the local tennis club to play a game with her friend Laura.
At the dressing room, while they were changing clothes after the game . . .
“Christine! What are you wearing?” asked Laura, her eyes wide with surprise.
“It’s a chastity belt, I have been prosecuted for passing three red lights while driving, so I have to wear it for two months.” replied Christine.
“Two months without sex? Will you be able to do it?” asked Laura.
“It’s not like I have a choice! Peter tried some things, but it’s impossible for me to feel anything with this thing on, I can’t get any relief!” replied Christine.
“Why don’t you go to a locksmith to get it open?” Laura asked.
“No! I can’t do that! If they find out, they’ll make me wear it for a whole year!” Christine replied.
“I have heard about the new laws, but I have never met anyone that has been sentenced to them. Can I take a look of it a little closer?” asked Laura.
“Fine, if you want to.”
“It looks good on you. It even has a number engraved on it: 522.”
“Peter told me the same thing, but I would like to see you having to wear one of these!”
“Ha ha ha ha! You’re like one of those ladies from medieval times, wearing a chastity belt and all! You poor thing, no sex for you for a long time.” said Laura, “Me and my boyfriend Alfred do it every day, several times a day! How long have you been wearing that thing?”
“Four days! With your libido? I bet that you are horny right now!”
“Yes, I’m very horny! I must admit that I envy you.”
“I can see that, your nipples are as hard as a rock!”
“If I could only take this thing off for just a few minutes . . .” Christine whimpered, “I would do anything to get this thing off me!”
“I believe you.” replied Laura, “You know, I might have something that can help you . . .”
“Really? What?” asked Christine, very curious.
“My boss has recently bought a special lock for the entrance of the company building. He was telling me the other day how it is a very special lock, practically impossible to break, and I think that they are the same model that the government uses for their chastity belts!” said Laura, “We can try . . . maybe the key would work on your belt!”
“And you have the key?”
“Yes, my boss put me in charge of opening and closing the front door, so I have the key with me right now, it’s in my purse . . . so, want to give it a try?”
Christine’s eyes lit up with hope, “Oh, yes! Yes let’s try it!”
Laura rumagged a little around her purse, and produced a small and strange looking key. “Here it is! Now all I have to do it put it in the lock and turn it . . .”
The key slid inside the lock of the padlock on Christine’s chastity belt, but no matter how hard Laura tried, the key would not turn.
“Sorry, it didn’t work, I can’t open it.” said Laura.
But as she tried to get the key out of the padlock, she found that it was stuck.
“Is something wrong?” asked a worried Christine.
“Hum, well, I can’t remove the key, it’s stuck to the lock!” replied Laura nervously.
“Oh no! Please don’t tell me that! You have to take it out somehow, please!” pleaded Christine desperately.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do it.” replied Laura, “Wait, let me call my boss on my cell phone, maybe he’ll know why the key got stuck.”
“But . . .”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell him that I tried to open your chastity belt with it.”
Laura took out her cell phone, and after talking for a minute with her boss, she hung up.
Christine saw how Laura’s face looked very worried, and that made her worry too.
“I’m sorry Christine, he told me that this sort of locks only open with the right key. And to prevent anyone from forcing them open with a similar key, the lock keeps a key stuck if it’s the wrong key.”
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Two months later, Christine went back to the courthouse once her time was over .
She was greeted by the same female officer that had locked her in the chastity belt.
“Well, look who we have here. If it isn’t the ‘little treasure’ that we put under lock and key just two months ago! I imagine that you have been a good girl all this time. Right?”
Christine did not answer, she remained with her head down and in silence all the time.
“Okay, lift your skirt!” ordered the officer.
Christine did as she was told, with trembling hands she lifted her skirt to show the officer her chastity belt.
The officer was surprised to see the key stuck in Christine’s belt, but then she looked up at her with a knowing (and almost naughty) smile. “Well, you have been a bad girl. You actually tried to open your belt!”
“Please, it was an accident!”
“Quiet! No excuses!”
The following day, at the courthouse . . .
“Christine P. R. You have been found guilty of attempted escape. You are hereby sentenced to wear a chastity belt for a year.” said the judge to Christine.
Then he turned to look at the person next to Christine.
“Laura E. L. You have been found guilty of helping Christine P. R. of escaping. You are hereby sentenced to wear a chastity belt for a year!”
“Let the sentence be carried out!”