Securing Success

*This is a sci-fi take on chastity, similar to the old Chasti Permalock stories, but not quite as permanent. I hope you enjoy my little sales party!*

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Laughter spilled out from the living room when Chloe rang the doorbell at nine. Clutching her suitcase, she straightened the name tag on her company dress and subtly adjusted its low neckline. A bright, professional smile firmly in place, she waited for her host.

“Good evening, Alyssa,” she said when the door swung inward. “Sounds like quite a party.”

“Yes. We helped ourselves to your wine.” Alyssa giggled, her cheeks flushed, clearly a bit tipsy. “There's nothing left, I'm afraid, but don't worry. You'll get something from my own stash.”

“Thanks, but I’m not supposed to drink on the job.”

The sales manual suggested two bottles of Helian Red, sent in advance, to lighten the mood. She knew from experience that when it came to selling this particular product, there was rarely too much alcohol.

Half a dozen suburban women were assembled on the living room couch, holding glasses, chatting. Everyone was in their mid to late forties, well dressed, as could be expected in this affluent neighborhood, and three bottles stood empty on the couch table. A fourth one had just been opened.

Chloe set down her suitcase, positioning herself in front of the group. “Good evening, ladies. My name is Chloe Sanders, regional sales representative for Chasticorp. First of all, I would like to thank our wonderful host, Alyssa, for giving me the opportunity to present our amazing products here.”

Alyssa raised her glass. “You’re welcome. My husband and I are very happy with our last purchase.”

“I wonder if your daughter would say the same,” said Sondra, chuckling.

“There was a bit of a tantrum, yes, but it was for the best. Top of her class at Helios Med. And now that her sister is leaving for Emaris, we’re doing the same.” She chuckled, picking up her glass of wine. “When I was their age and left to study, my parents made me wear the full package. Didn’t hurt me, quite the contrary.”

“The results speak for themselves,” said Chloe, looking from woman to woman as she assessed her potential customers. “Our long-term studies show that wearers of our products consistently outperform their peers, no matter the subject. Time and again, Chasticorp has proven to be the foundation of academic success and excellence.”

Natalie, sitting with her arms crossed, bit her lip. “I don't know. Our daughters are adults. Shouldn’t they make their own decisions?”

“Gimme a break,” said Erica, emptying the rest of her glass in one swig. “You're not really an adult when your parents still pay for everything. They're supposed to study, not party.”

Alyssa nodded. “University is expensive enough. I give my girls the choice: Sign the contract and wear Chasticorp, or stay at home and find a job.”

Chloe nodded, encouraged by the supportive murmur.

“And the… product is absolutely, one hundred percent secure?” asked Natalie.

“Security is our primary feature,” said Chloe as Margaret returned from the bathroom on shaky feet, almost falling over one of the armchairs.

“I’m a bio engineer,” said Alyssa, “and I tried everything to get out. Not a chance. They can complain all they like; it stays on until they get their fucking degree.”

Natalie gulped, taking another sip of wine.

“Let me introduce you to our main product lines,” said Chloe. “We offer effective suppressor shots for alcohol and pretty much all drugs on the market today. As everybody knows, drugs are bad.” There was a giggle in the group as Alyssa filled more glasses with wine. “But perhaps the most crucial part of our lineup is our incredible flagship product. Who, besides Alyssa, has first hand experience?”

Erica and Margaret raised their hands.

“Good. Now, for the rest of you, let me demonstrate. As you can imagine, we at Chasticorp believe in our products. Having been with the company for three years, I naturally wear the full system, and I have all suppressor shots.”

She grabbed the seams of her dress and pulled it over her head. Initial shock gave way to a collective intake of breath and curious stares from the group. Her crotch was covered with a smooth, skin-colored material that made her appear sexless, and her nipples were similarly concealed. She swayed her large breasts and pushed her hips forward to give them a better view.

Chloe waited until the chatter had died down. “Imagine skinny dipping without a bikini. No more panty lines, no nipples poking through your blouse.”

Erica grinned. “And no dick poking you either. Your backside’s closed off, too?”

“I’ll get to that in a minute,” said Chloe, folding her dress neatly and draping it over a nearby chair. “Our patented nanite technology bonds the chastity shields to the skin. The material is robust and virtually impossible to remove without the access code.”

Natalie’s cheeks had turned as red as the wine, staring at the sealed-off crotch in front of her. With a smile, Chloe traced her finger over her front shield, then she applied a firm pressure. “Comprehensive protection against… unauthorized access or self-exploration. Security and complete control.”

She retrieved a sample from her suitcase. “This is our standard shield. It is fitted for comfortable wear and adjusts to the wearer’s skin tone. Please pass it around, and feel its texture.” She offered a subtle wink. “Or, you can try mine. I won't feel a thing.”

Chloe stood still as Erica set down her glass. She tapped the sealed-off crotch, reaching between Chloe’s legs with one finger, probing in the back for another opening. “I knew it. The ass is locked, too.”

“Of course,” said Chloe, her smile unwavering as she felt Sondra’s fingers explore between her butt cheeks. She paused until Margaret was done handling her breasts, giving those sealed nipples a thorough examination. “Now, I’m not sure if your daughters have discovered the pleasures of anal sex yet–”

Erica snickered. “Mine has. I walked in on her and her boyfriend.”

“... but Chasticorp has you covered on that end as well.” Chloe turned around and bent over. When she spread her butt cheeks, only smooth skin was visible. “Both the front and back shield allow for urination and evacuation, respectively, if permission is granted.”

“No permission until the chores are done,” said Alyssa. “Worked wonders with my eldest.”

Chloe reached into the suitcase and pulled out a metal cylinder, as tall as a soda can and about three centimeters in diameter. “This is the egress unit.” Pausing for a moment, she held it up, waiting for the usual gasps and unbelieving stares. “It is worn in the rectum and breaks down the stool prior to evacuation. Our nanites fuse the unit to the wearer’s rectal walls, making anal penetration impossible.”

“That’s smaller than the one I had,” said Alyssa.

“Yes. According to my files, you had the medium model. The small one is usually sufficient, but we also offer much larger sizes.” She reached into the suitcase and produced another cylinder. “This is the extra large. You can pass them around. They're brand new, unused.”

Still flushed, Natalie stared at Chloe’s sealed-off crotch. She crossed her arms, refusing to take the unit, but Erica weighed it in her hand, smirking. “Should be interesting, sticking that in there. I enjoy a good assfuck like the next girl, but that is a lot bigger than my husband’s dick.”

“Like I said, the smaller ones should work fine. However,” she smiled towards Natalie, “despite the initial discomfort, wearers will get used to even the largest models over time.”

Alyssa giggled as she opened the fifth bottle of wine. “There are even women our age who wear it. One in my book club has the extra large.”

“Really?” Natalie gulped. “Why… why would she do that?”

“Oh, it's for kicks, apparently. The whole humiliation of it.” Alyssa grinned, taking another sip of wine. “She’s given the access codes to her husband. No bathroom breaks unless she begs for it. Apparently, her blowjobs got a lot better since she’s all sealed up.”

“I think I know who you mean,” said Erica, her grin widening. “She waddles a bit; no wonder if she’s got that huge thing up her ass.”

Natalie exhaled sharply, finally taking the metal cylinder. “But the seals are worn full time?” she asked, running her fingers over the surface, examining the unit from all sides. It was smooth and heavy, a bit larger than a soda can.

“Yes,” said Chloe. “They have to be fitted and attached by licensed Chasticorp specialists. Alyssa, for example, wore hers for eight years.”

Alyssa nodded. “Masters and doctorate. It's maintenance-free; the nanites kept everything hygienic and in working condition.”

“I'm not sure that's the right thing for my Andrea,” said Natalie, still holding the egress unit. “I trust her, she's a very responsible young woman.”

Erica scoffed. “From what I'm hearing, your little angel sucked off half the class on that trip to Titan Falls.”

Natalie stared at her. “You're calling my daughter a slut?”

“Ladies,” said Chloe, reaching for her dress. “There is nothing wrong with sexual fulfillment. At the right time, of course. That is why we also offer vaginal and clitoral stims to… incentivize the wearer. They are calibrated for optimal effect, and,” she smirked, “they can be used to tease without ever reaching climax.”

“Bad grades should be frustrating,” said Sondra, slurring her speech. “I’ll take one.”

Chloe smiled as she got dressed. “If you order today, you will receive a twenty percent discount on all Chasticorp products and services. You can either pay up front, or choose our monthly subscription.”

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It had been a successful evening, slightly better than usual. With three placed orders in her pocket, including one full package, Chloe said her goodbyes and summoned the car, just as Alyssa opened the sixth bottle of wine.

She grimaced, feeling her egress unit as she walked and the pressure that had built up during the day. Her superior had approved her corrected time sheet and reinstated bathroom privileges, and she was looking forward to getting home.

Waiting on the sidewalk, she checked her Chasticorp sales account. The new orders had brought the tally to seventeen minutes of unrestricted vaginal and clitoral stimulation. Longer would be better, but it couldn’t be helped. She sighed, softly patting her sealed crotch. A quick blowjob for her husband, a desperately needed bathroom break, and then using her seventeen minutes in a hot bath.

When the car pulled up, she heard a voice behind her.

“Excuse me,” whispered Natalie, blushing profoundly. “I… uh… I would like to place an order. Do I… do I still get the discount?”

“Of course.” Chloe pulled out her pad. “The drug and alcohol suppressor, I assume. And which other components would you like?”

Natalie shot a nervous glance over her shoulder, towards the house. “No suppressor, please. Front, back, and nipple shields. Both stimulators, and… uh… make it the extra large rectal seal.”

Chloe raised her brow. “The extra large? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Does it… does it fit everyone?”

“Let’s put it like this,” said Chloe, back to her professional smile, “our Chasticorp specialists will ensure its fit, even under… less than ideal conditions. Substantial discomfort over a period of time is to be expected, and the wearer will be constantly aware of its presence. Rest assured, it can be accommodated.” Her smile was unwavering. “I certainly feel mine.”

“You have… that one?”

“Like I said, we at Chasticorp believe in our products.” Chloe swiped on her pad. “Your daughter's name is Andrea?”

“Yes.” Natalie gulped. “But… actually… it's for me.”

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*This is it! If you enjoyed the story, you might be interested in* [*Family Dinner*](https://farbeyondourstars.com/family-dinner-01/)*, my free novella about chastity and (self) control. Love, T.C.*