Idris the bondage salve

“You have a choice to make,”  he said as his voice faded along with the magical dream.

Idris blinked and looked up into a sunny sky as her senses slowly returned. She sat up to see she was in the same hollow in the trees they had camped in the night before. She looked around to realize she was alone and lying in the grass, the tent and its occupants gone from sight. Her gear lay nearby with a folded letter lying on top. She went to move when something rubbed between her legs, and she looked down to see the metal of a chastity belt.

“But that was only a dream?” Idris gasped and realized she was still in the chastity devices. She grabbed the straps and pulled to no avail, the device so firmly pressed to her skin that she couldn't get a fingertip underneath. She rubbed at the metal belt, desperate to feel something as she realized she was well and truly locked in. Her mind began to wonder how she would survive when she played with herself as often as three times a day.

In her dazed shock, she reached for the letter and folded it open to read what was inside.

‘Dear Idris,

We are sorry to leave you this way, but we knew you would see it as a lot of fun. The belts you wear have only two keys, and you must travel to find one of the owners. You must choose to go to Rajeen and give up men forever or come after Roric and commit to freely sharing your body with any man. I know the choice you will likely make but deep down, I hope I am wrong.

Chandice decided to add a few extra features to your devices to help train you in your choice. Your plug is still deep inside your ass, but a second toy has been added to your pussy. This long shaft will vibrate firmly whenever you think of a sexual thought involving a man. It will persist for an hour, during which time you will be able to sense in what direction we are. However, Chandice used some of Gisley's glitter and some of her power to add a wicked enchantment. No matter how long the device vibrates, you will never be able to orgasm. In order to orgasm, you have to suck a man's cock. Only when he cums in your mouth will you share his release and find peace. Then the vibrating will stop for a little while, and you will know in what direction we are for a full four hours.

If you prefer to give up men forever, seek out Rajeen and submit to her. She is our dear friend and will take excellent care of you for as long as you want. You will never be asked to so much as touch a man as she has a rule that all her girls never soil themselves on a man. Instructions on where to find her are written below, so now you have to choose. I hope you come after us, but we will still love you if you go to Rajeen.

I love you,

Jaina.’

Idris closed the letter as she trembled in indecision. Should she run off to Rajeen and live in this harem of women dedicated to lesbians, or go after Jaina and the others, where she will be required to have sex with strange men? It seemed a simple choice except for the strange mixture of emotions coursing through her veins. Why did it seem exciting to have a master that would make her have sex with men? Could she really submit to being his sex slave? Wasn't this Rajeen what she had always dreamed of?

She tried to imagine what it would be like to bend over, so some man she knew nothing of could fuck her, and vibration started inside.

“No!” she cried and dug furiously at the belt. “I was just trying to make my choice.” Unfortunately, her efforts were to no avail as the metal bands held soft leather padding so firmly to her skin that she couldn't get so much a fingertip in.

“I am going to die,” she gasped and fell on her back, rubbing her stomach and then her metal-capped breasts. She couldn’t even play with her nipples or rub her voluminous breasts. Every point of sensation was locked away until she threw herself a the feet of one of the two masters. She was now forced to choose what kind of a sex slave she wanted to be.

“I can’t do this,” she gasped and writhed in pleasure. “Oh, this is making me so aroused!”

She groaned and thrashed in the grass as the sensation built inside, but minutes later, she was no closer to an orgasm. She rubbed at the metal in a futile effort to stimulate herself, then rocked her hips, hoping to gain something. The belt denied her any external stimulation, leaving her at the mercy of the plug that vibrated inside.

“Oh, Jaina, I can't do this!” Idris cried as she sat up, rubbing at her thighs, desperate to feel something. “You can't make me this aroused and not allow me to cum!” She fell over to beat the ground with her fist as the torment went on inside. There was no way to add to the stimulation, and if the letter was right, she would never be able to orgasm. The only way to orgasm would be to seek out a man and service him the only way she had left. She would have to suck him to orgasm, and the magic of the vibrator would allow her to share his orgasm.

“I can’t do it,” she panted and tried to roll her hips. “I can’t ask some strange man to let me suck him.” She tried to imagine the scene as she found some man in an inn and made the proposition. She saw the smile on his face as he called her a slut and told her to suck him good. The thought made her tremble, and she had to drive it away for fear that she was resetting the timer on the vibrator.

“No, I can't even think it,” she gasped and looked up to see her pack and clothes lying in a neat pile. She crawled to them, enduring the stimulation that was making her wet. She longed for the sweet sensation of an orgasm, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Unless they were playing some kind of prank and were about to jump out to rescue her, she was well and truly stuck.

She laid down using her pack as a pillow and tried not to think about men in any capacity. Over the course of an hour, she lay in torment but discovered the letter had been right about something. For some odd reason, she felt a strong pull to the northwest and assumed it was the magic leading her to Roric. Again, she struggled not to think about sex with a man as the choice played out in her mind. Would she go after Roric and be used as a whore, or go to Rajeen to be her private lesbian plaything?

Idris was emotionally and physically spent went the vibration finally stopped an hour later. She lay there curled to her pack, afraid to move a muscle for fear it might start the process again. When her panting finally stopped, she dared to stretch a leg, feeling the wetness that had seeped out to her thighs. She looked down at her mostly naked body to see that a thin metal band was all that concealed her pussy.

“Ok, just don’t think about it,” she said to herself and carefully went for her clothes. She found it pointless to wear undergarments, as the metal belt and bra served that purpose now. She held up her black gown and wondered if perhaps she should wear something a little less dark. Unfortunately, she would have to travel on her own, and wearing black with black lace might draw too much attention. She had other dresses and outfits in her lair, which meant backtracking to her chapel.

“I wonder if it's safe?” she asked herself as she thought of the paladin and his companions. She decided to risk it and put on her gown to travel. The bird-headed wand was attached to her belt, and with one last glance in the direction she had felt Roric in, she headed off.

It took her over an hour on foot to cross the wilds and finally see the peaked roof of her ruined chapel. Her lair was hidden underneath in a secret room, but there was a back entrance at the edge of the graveyard. She slipped in quietly, not noticing any damage to the building or yard. The entrance was a magical grave marker that slid to the side and opened to a ladder down. She placed her hand and uttered the word “Necromancer.”

The stone slid away, revealing the dark passage, and she quickly dropped down the ladder to the lower tunnel. It wasn't much of a complex, just two dusty rooms and a couple of short tunnels, but she only had a few points to spend. All she had was spent on the town and making the undead encounter interesting for players. It was a shame players hadn't come to enjoy the undead raid and earn them both some experience.

“I don’t know why I even bother,” she complained as she arrived at her simple bedroom. All her points would allow was a simple wooden bed with a linen sheet and a tiny pillow. Aside from that, she had one small table, a stool, and a tiny cabinet to hold her clothes. She went to the cabinet and threw it open to reveal the three outfits she owned. Two of them were variations of black dresses, with one being special as she paid points to get it. It had silver skeleton motifs woven into the ghost silk and metal boning in the chest that acted as a corset. She dearly wanted to wear that one but settled on her last option, her newby spawn dress. The outfit was a lovely shade of tan over dull yellow, belted by a simple leather band. The top had a ruffle that enclosed her neck, and the sleeves ran all the way to her wrists.

“At least it doesn’t scream that I am a threat,” she sighed and quickly changed. She put on her sturdy traveling boots and picked up a small pouch that contained all the money she owned. She grabbed the rest of her outfits and folded them tightly to stuff them inside her pack. However, when she opened the pack, she discovered it contained things that were not there the day before. A small leather bag rested on her miscellaneous gear, as did a folded letter. Underneath the letter, she found a small vial of silver powder that glittered in the dim light. She lifted the bag and opened the strings to discover it contained a decent amount of gold.

“What is this for?” she asked as she opened the letter and felt a hint of relief.

‘Idris,

I know you have questions, and we didn't want to leave you powerless to ask them. I have included two items to help make your choice and subsequent journey easier. The gold is so you can afford to buy a portal to Rajeen and arrive in her city without having to walk for weeks. The bottle contains three portions of Gisley's glitter. All you need do is sprinkle a pinch of it over your head before you sleep, and Gisley will be able to find you in your dreams. We will look for you every night if you need to speak with us but remember you only have three uses.

We genuinely believe you will enjoy this little game, and Rajeen will take very good care of you. She will ensure you can live the life you desire, sharing the love of other women. However, I would like to say one thing before you choose. I enjoyed our brief time together, and I already miss you.

If you share my desire to be together, then you must endure the belt and find us. I pray you are ready for that change.

Roric.’

Idris twitched as she looked at the tiny vial of glitter. She could talk to them later tonight and explain her desires. Maybe they could return and take the belt off, ending this little game. Of course, he stated clearly she needed to endure the belt if she wanted to be his slave but did she want that? She struggled with that thought for a minute, then decided to put it away. Now was the time to finish packing, and she could make that decision on the road outside. With one last look at her lair, she headed down the hall to use the steps that would take her up to the chapel.

It felt like a sad journey, but she realized that nothing was being lost in the end. All the points she had invested in this location were gained by levels. She would get them all back when she removed her lair and could spend them again someplace else. The stairs were a short distance down the hall and ended at a stone slab. She pushed the hidden rock that opened the door and waited as it slid aside. The steps took her into the main chapel area, and to her relief, the building was empty. She then walked down the lonely hall until arriving outside to take one last look.

“Nobody comes here anyway,” she grumbled and held out a hand. “Reveal!” she shouted and caused a light to flash into being. She reached up and took hold of a simple golden band that now floated in the air before her eyes. She held the ring in her hand a moment before closing around it and uttering another command. “Delete zone Idris one.”

There was a flash of light between her fingers, and the ring was gone when she opened her hand. This was her lair controller, and she no longer needed it. Now that it was deleted, the village and graveyard would rapidly degrade, vanishing as if lost to the ravages of time. Unless another player did something to intervene, the whole complex would be gone in a matter of weeks. Her points were already returned, and she could summon another ring when she created a new home someplace else.

Now she reached the moment of dread and had to face the road before her. Did she want to live her life as a lesbian like she was, or was she ready to become a whore?

“I don't know,” she whispered and started to pace the choice echoing in her head. Roric had been a perfect gentleman that night and a passionate lover. She enjoyed her experience with him, but he wanted her to become a slave girl. Jaina and the others had shared dozens of stories about the men they had slept with at Roric's command. Was she really going to consider walking that path?

“Should I even be forced to make this choice?” she asked out loud for nobody to hear. “I mean, Rajeen seemed nice, but she said I would live in her harem.” That fact made her question the path, as she truly loved the idea of building her undead attack adventure. If she was a harem girl locked away in some inn, how would she build her town and graveyard?

She thought about Roric and the conversation late that night. Jaina and the others had spoken about the home they had tried to build and how wonderful it sounded. All the girls had a part in the design of the forest so that every girl had an area crafted to suit their needs. Roric wanted them to have all they dreamed about and more, sharing in magical adventures. Certainly, he would let her build the village and create the zombie attack, but that meant frequent sex with men.

“So one path offers me all the women my heart desires, but I have to give up on my adventure. The other path offers me the chance to build my adventure but demands I share my love with men,” she said as she paced. “Neither choice is good.”

She sat on a tombstone in a pout to consider her options more deeply. On the one hand, both masters seemed wonderful, and she was sure they would take good care of her. Rajeen would allow her to be a lesbian and never have to think about men. In many ways, that was a dream come true and a serious point in Rajeen's favor. However, Roric came with the four girls she already had a fondness for. Certainly, she would be allowed to make love to them frequently. She could have the girls to share her preferred sexual preference with and build her adventure. Plus, Roric was one of the few men she actually trusted and wanted to be with. Was it really so much to sleep with a few strangers to have all the rest of that?

“They made some of those encounters sound so wonderful,” Idris said as she thought of Jaina's story about Zorac and the red gemstone. Gisley had one about another fairy, and Evalynn spoke fondly of a rogue lover. It all sounded so tempting and wonderful, so why was her stomach full of raging butterflies?

In the end, it came down to her desire to avoid men and how committed she was to it. Unfortunately, to have the reward that came with being Roric's slave, she would have to share her body with men.

“This is silly,” she said and stood up. “I don't need to choose either path. They had no right to force this on me. I am going to use the glitter and tell them how angry I am about this. If they don't agree to come back and remove the belt, I will hunt them down and kill them.”

She said the words resolutely, but in her heart, they sounded hollow. She looked at her fading lair and realized she had already chosen to go. Her town and adventure were a failure, and the players who did come had no interest in playing. She had earned absolutely nothing since she built it, and staying here was pointless. Subconsciously she knew she was leaving this place and going on to a new life. She understood that something needed to change, and Roric had offered her two very different paths.

“But which one?” she asked herself again as she walked toward the road. She trembled with every step, trying to convince herself to choose one or the other. When she reached the road, the choice had to be made. Did she go south, pay for a portal and submit to Rajeen, or go north and hunt for her new master?

Idris ran a hand over her dress, feeling the metal band hidden beneath. She closed her eyes and imagined the night spent with Roric as the vibrator inside began to shake.

“Oh,” she moaned as her hand rubbed in vain to stimulate herself. She closed her eyes and focused on the pull she felt when the vibrator was active. Idris made her decision and turned north, stumbling down the road in search of the man who would become her master.