Part 45
Luxury
Ana sat in her apartment, bathed in the soft amber light of her desk lamp, surrounded by quiet and luxury - the kind of comfort she never thought she’d afford just a year ago. It was silent save for the gentle hum of her wine cooler and the low ambient drone of her air purifier. In front of her, her Abyss ledger glowed faintly on her tablet screen, confirming her steady, satisfying financial trajectory.
She had grown her modest monthly stipends from Abyss into something impressive. Between her new position in a prestigious architecture firm - a connection Evelyn had effortlessly arranged - and her savings, Ana was finally above water. More than that, she was sailing. Her bills were paid before they were due, her fridge was always full, and for the first time in years, she had investments that bore actual fruit.
But none of that eased the gnawing heat between her thighs.
Just a six months into her second year of chastity, Ana was nearing her limit. What had once been a tolerable, even empowering, arrangement had morphed into a daily torment. Her thoughts, once sharp and focused, now wandered with alarming frequency. Simple things - the curve of a cup, the gentle hum of her phone vibrating on her nightstand - made her squirm. She barely slept. Her dreams were saturated in lust. Her entire being was coiled so tightly she feared she’d snap.
She had seen Nicoleta’s performance on the pillow last weekend. Even if she didn’t find fulfillment, it had awoken the hunger in Ana again. And she knew she couldn’t last another half year. She couldn’t even wait for the second year to run to completion.
The chastity belt around her hips, once a silent ally against temptation, had become a cruel jailor. It no longer just restricted; it dominated. She was past languishing. She was drowning.
Which is why, the next Friday evening, she returned to Abyss.
She dressed with more care than usual. Full latex. Black, shining, slick. Her catsuit hugged her in ways that made her both tremble and resentful. The belt was still visible beneath, a faint outline of its rigidity distorting the smooth silhouette of her hips. She threw a thick cloak over her shoulders and walked to the club with slow, deliberate steps, each one reminding her of what pulsed inside her that she couldn’t touch.
The club welcomed her with its usual decadent ambiance. She drifted through the crowd, heading straight to Evelyn’s private lounge.
Evelyn was already there, lounging in one of the oversized armchairs like a queen of shadows. Her wine glass glinted in the candlelight. "Ana," she purred, a slow, pleased smile curving her lips. "I sensed you’d come soon."
"Mistress, I can’t keep doing this," Ana said without preamble. Her eyes were glassy with restrained frustration. "I have everything now. The job, the money, the security. I just… I need something else. Something emotional."
Evelyn tilted her head. "You want sexual relief."
Ana nodded slowly, her voice barely audible. "Yes."
Evelyn swirled her wine and took a sip, studying her. "No. You got the money. We got to keep your satisfaction away from you. You enjoy the fruits of your labor and investments. We enjoy the sexual energy drained from your languished pussy. The contract stands. Two years minimum. You have still six months to go. You could simply wait. Endure, and languish."
"I know. But it’s unbearable now. Seeing Nicoleta on the pillow, even if she didn’t come, it has reminded me of how much I miss it. I’m asking if there's a way to… buy a reprieve. A loophole."
Evelyn set her glass down and stood with deliberate grace. She circled Ana once, slowly. "What you want cannot be bought with money. There are no loopholes in Abyss. Only games."
Ana didn’t flinch. "Then offer me a game. Just as Nicoleta got one."
Evelyn's smile turned foxlike. "Very well. Win, and you will experience a night of unparalleled ecstasy. The attendants will see to your every edge, every cry, every tremor. You will be worshipped by tongues unworldly, patient, and perfect. Orgasms beyond anything you have ever felt."
Ana’s heart skipped.
"And if I lose?" she asked, already dreading the answer.
"A third year of chastity, naturally." Evelyn said softly.
Ana's stomach dropped. "No. I can't. I can't survive three years."
"Then refuse," Evelyn said. "Or let me offer you something… gentler."
Ana waited, tense.
"A night of attention from the attendants," Evelyn said. "But no release. Only edging. Just like Nicoleta. If you envy her, then edging is enough for you. Denied again and again until the night is over. Even without orgasm, this will be a night you won’t forget."
"And the price?"
"Should you fail the game, you will be sentenced to one night in the needle frame. With the toe pads engaged."
Ana went cold. The foot pads. She had only seen them used once, and the memory had haunted her. Delicate metal arms, sliding sharpened tips beneath each toenail, dancing with the nerves. It was the most feared variant of the needle frame.
"What’s the challenge?" she whispered.
Evelyn walked to the velvet curtain and drew it back to reveal a pedestal. Upon it stood the "Infernal Spires." Clear, cruel, already gleaming.
"Endure ten minutes on them. Just ten. You need not move. Just stand."
Ana stared at them, then slowly nodded. She weighted her options. She had worn them before. Felt their painful bite into her soles. She lasted more than ten minutes. She could do it. "I accept."
Evelyn smiled. "Then remove your shoes. You will do this immediately."
The stage was private but visible to a small lounge of patrons. Ana was stripped to her latex suit, her bare feet trembling as she approached the heels. The memory of her last forfeit - seventeen grueling minutes on the same heels - sent a spike of doubt through her. But this time, she wouldn’t let her body betray her. Ten minutes. That was all.
She stepped into the Infernal Spires.
The spikes met her soles like old friends. Not with surprise, but with familiarity. They didn’t pierce - they never did - but they whispered pain with every micro-adjustment. Ana closed her eyes. She could feel the imprints on her feet from last time tingling, aligning with the spikes.
The timer began.
The first two minutes were tolerable. She found a rhythm with her breath, her knees locked, her shoulders square. But the spikes had memory. They knew her weak spots. Minute three arrived, and her arches began to spasm. Her toes clenched involuntarily.
Minute five. Sweat pooled at her collarbone. Her thighs shook.
Minute seven. She whimpered. Her arms trembled.
Minute nine. Her balance was compromised. She swayed.
Minute ten. She gasped aloud, tears streaking down her face as the bell chimed.
She had made it.
Evelyn appeared at her side, her gloved hands steadying Ana as she collapsed into her arms.
"You may enjoy your reward," Evelyn whispered. "Follow me to the bedroom."
Ana was trembling when Evelyn summoned her to the Inner Sanctum. It was a room whispered about in the lounges of Abyss but never shown to guests. Even those who had signed long-term contracts or served humiliating forfeits rarely glimpsed it. Tonight, it was hers.
She followed a silent attendant through a narrow, dim corridor, the only sound the faint swish of latex against polished marble. Her heart thundered in her chest, not out of fear, but anticipation. Not because she expected release, but because she didn't know what awaited her. It was the mystery, the promise of something exquisitely unbearable.
The door to the chamber opened silently. Warm amber light spilled out, illuminating a room that looked more like a sanctuary than a dungeon. Dark velvet curtains adorned the walls, and in the center of the space lay a wide bed draped in black latex sheets. It shimmered like oil in the soft light. Three figures awaited her.
Inside, the chamber was luxurious yet stark. Shadows clung to the corners of the dark velvet walls, and a large bed - circular and covered in shimmering black latex sheets - dominated the center.
"Welcome, Ana," she said softly, her voice smooth as glass. "Are you ready to receive what you wagered for?"
Ana nodded. Her throat was dry. She wanted to speak, but words felt too heavy, too fragile.
"Good," Evelyn said, stepping forward. She gave a silent signal. Two attendants appeared from the shadows, clad in skintight latex suits with high collars, open nostrils and exposed mouths - nothing else of their faces visible. They moved with a grace that defied normal motion, a liquid smoothness that sent a thrill down Ana's spine.
"Your catsuit and belt," Evelyn said gently. "They will be removed for now."
With surprising care, the attendants unzipped the thick suit from Ana's body. The air was cool against her heated skin as the latex was peeled back. The belt followed - her constant, unrelenting companion for so many months. The feeling of it being unlocked, even briefly, was so overwhelming Ana shivered. Naked, she was helped into a fresh latex catsuit, thinner and more form-fitting, almost like a second skin. It was open at the crotch. It was slick, polished, and warm.
Matching latex gloves and socks followed, then a tight, seamless latex hood that was pulled over her head. Only her mouth remained uncovered - effectively blindfolding her along the way, plunging her into perfect darkness.
She heard Evelyn’s voice again, now a distant murmur. "You will not speak tonight. You will not move without guidance. You will not be allowed to touch. The attendants will ensure your night is unforgettable."
Ana nodded faintly.
She was helped onto the bed, and laid down with reverent care. Her limbs were gently restrained - not harshly, but enough to ensure her helplessness. She could feel the presence of more figures around her. The scent of latex and something… stranger, more exotic, filled her nostrils. It was heady, intoxicating.
The first touch came like a whisper.
A warm breath at her ear. Then another at her inner thigh. Soft hands held her, stroking the latex over her skin in careful, maddening patterns. And then - something else. Something not quite human. A tongue, longer and smoother than anything she’d known, touched her inner thigh, then retreated. A new breath, this time from another direction, as though three shadows danced around her in perfect synchrony. She didn’t see it, but she imagined it. In her mind, it wasn't human. It couldn’t be. No human tongue could move like that, so precise, so invasive, touching where she ached most. It was maddening. Exquisite. Like they read her mind, they circled, tasted, but never gave.
The tongues never touched her directly where she longed to be touched. They circled, traced, teased. Ana arched against her restraints, moaning softly despite herself. Every breath, every flicker of movement, every brush of heat and pressure brought her closer to a peak that never arrived. Only her mouth and nether lips were visible in her latex outfit.
She came close. So close. Dozens of times. Her body trembling, her lips forming silent pleas, but they never let her fall. They always knew. Always retreated, paused, circled back with a fresh, maddening rhythm that brought her even closer the next time.
Hours passed. She lost track of time entirely. Her body glistened with sweat beneath the latex. She panted, whimpered, arched. She was held on the cusp of something deeper than climax, something that transcended it. A state of blissful torment, as a tongue curved and curled in unnatural ways around her clitoris. She never was so close in all her life.
Time lost all meaning.
They toyed with her gently but mercilessly, stroking her just to the brink of release before pulling away. Sometimes they pressed her thighs wider, sometimes they held her hands, and sometimes they simply held her. But always, always, the tongues returned. Every movement of their mouths was an artform - delicate, deliberate, and devastating. A tongue slid into her, parting her nether lips, entered deep. No tongue could be so long, so flexible. It reached to her cervix, grazing it with its tips, drawing unknown feelings out of Ana.
Ana whimpered, gasped, begged without words. Her body writhed against the restraints, her latex-coated form slick with sweat. Her mind floated somewhere beyond consciousness, tethered only by the never-ending ache of desire.
She felt fingers brush her cheek, almost tenderly. Then another wave of heat swept over her, her hips lifting involuntarily before a third tongue pushed her back into restraint. She couldn’t scream. There was no voice left.
Three times, she fainted from the sheer intensity. Each time she awoke, the teasing resumed, as though no time had passed at all. Her body was an instrument, played by unseen, otherworldly hands. It was the most sensual torment she had ever known.
In the early morning hours, she slipped into true unconsciousness.
When she awoke, the chamber was quiet. Her restraints were gone. The catsuit had been stripped from her. She lay nude atop the latex sheets, trembling from exhaustion. Her hips ached. Her breath was shallow.
She blinked up at the dim ceiling, trying to understand what was real and what had been a dream. But the cold weight at her waist told her the truth: the belt had been refastened.
A single note lay beside her on the pillow, handwritten in elegant script:
"We hope you enjoyed your night. You’ll find no greater pleasure in freedom than in longing. - E."
Ana closed her eyes. Her entire body still hummed. She had been gifted the stars for a night, only to be returned to earth - bound, aching, and desperate again.
And she would never forget it.