A Most Contagious Fantasy
By DX
Copyrighted Sept 2000, June 2024, all rights reserved.
Spheres of golden oranges, glinting in the bright, white electric light caught her eye, and at that moment she decided to buy them. She could see in her mind the gleaming, sweet, yet tart juice in a tall narrow glass, absorbing the morning rays of the sun, standing guard over her husband's breakfast.
Delicious.
She knew it would be, although she would never taste it.
Automatic mist hoses sprinkled the broad, emerald green leaves of the Chinese cabbage, showering them with diamonds. The apples where piled high, like a bubbling mountain of blood.
She blinked to stop the images. She was staring again, lost in the brilliant colors of the fresh produce. She did that more and more since her sight was the only sense
left to her.
Her hands, now thumbless mittens, carefully selected her oranges. She had to hold each orange with both hands and carefully drop them into the clingy plastic bag.
Although her skin was a shinny, translucent latex, it was hard to grip the fat round oranges.
From the corner of her eye she could see the grocer watching her. Such a sweet man, always on hand to help if need be. He was drawn to her because of her erotic air of helplessness.
She was very helpless, and that empowered her.
She pushed her cart along to the check out. Her ballet shoes clicked sharply on the shinny tile. She had dangerous legs. The kind that could cause a pile up on the highway from drivers, male and female alike, turning to look at them. Perched high above them was her magnificent ass, cheeked just right to beg for a hard hand to slap.
Her waist, pinched to almost nothing, made every woman draw a sharp breath from a sympathetic gasp. Her bosom was heaving, jutting out of her chest, defying the law of gravity. All of this was covered over with the tiniest of sun dresses. The dress barely concealed the steel corset that wrapped her body, or the breast covers that locked away her nipples, or the chastity that secured her sex forever. What they could see was the massive gag that sealed away her mouth and the plugs that took away sound and smell. They could see the tall, stiff collar that held her head regally erect. Her hair was gone, save for a plume of glowing amber that came from the back of her head and her eyebrows and her long, long eye lashes. Her ankles and wrists were shackled to add that much more to her prison.
She was a chastised woman. Infected by a runaway fantasy that her husband had; a fantasy he never thought would be. She now lived to the extreme and she found herself continually adding to her plight, her helplessness. To her delight and despair, she had now reached the point were she could no longer add to her body and still function.
At the check out, she watched the girl ring up her groceries. She had a sweet, pleasant face and a quick smile. Her eyes were wide and wondrous as they stole glances at the strange customer, trying not to stare.
It had been a few years ago when she first found the Chasti-Permalock corporation and locked herself up before she had the courage to venture out of the house. She got strange, long and open stares from the neighborhood. She only held her head proudly, and not just because of the stiff, high neck collar, and went about her daily business.
Now, at the register, there was an inquisitive girl whose stares were of wonder.
Her name tag read: Rebecca.
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