chapter 5

Head down, trying to avoid the humiliation of eye contact, you wait patiently at the front desk. Half a dozen women who you presume are also here for probation appointments sit waiting on plastic chairs, all of them engrossed in a magazine or newspaper, apparently equally keen to avoid the embarrassment of human interaction. After a moment a young woman emerges, and smiles warmly at you. "How can I help you this morning?" She can't be more than 19 you think, and waifishly thin. Mumbling that you need a prescription filled, you slide the small piece of paper over the counter to her. She looks at it briefly. "OK - Fanny - give me two minutes and I will get this for you."

She disappears back into what you assume is the stock-room, and you glance nervously around the room. You notice that all of the women are wearing loose fitting dresses or skirts, presumably because pants of any kind are difficult when you're wearing a chastity device. You wonder whether all of them are finding the punishment as hard as you are. Your gaze lingers on each of them in turn, your imagination picturing them lying, naked, their fingers exploring the edge of their crotch plate, searching fruitlessly for a way to satisfy their hungry pussies.

"Fanny? Fanny?" You hear the young lady calling you, and you realize to your horror that your own hand has drifted down to the steel plate on your belt, your fingers tracing your metal prison through the thin fabric of your dress as your brain is distracted with frustration-driven fantasies.

"Erm -yes - sorry - I was just - erm - yes!" You reply, straitening up, you face flushing red with embarrassment.

"That's quite all right Fanny." The girl says, smiling kindly as she hands you a small bottle of pills and a page of printed material. "Now, I see you haven't used this drug before, so I'm going to talk you through it." Your heart sinks as you hear a rustle of paper, casting a glance over your shoulder you see all eyes on you, each woman apparently as curious about your fate as they are nervous about their own.

You're painfully aware that the whole room can hear her as she begins to give you your instructions. "Now - this drug is typically prescribed for women having difficulty managing sexual frustration. You can take one pill as often as you need to to help control your need." You nod quickly, your face still flushed with embarrassment, hoping that she is done.

"Now Fanny, this drug works by causing the hunger and sexual arousal pathways to become confused. The practical upshot is that when you take the drug satiation of hunger will reduce your sexual craving. Most women report that it doesn't take away the sexual itch, but it can reduce it when the hunger satiation triggers are full activated. That means the stretch receptors in your belly, the swallow receptors in your throat, and the receptors that pick up sugars and fats in the blood." You're not certain, but you feel that she almost increases the volume of her voice, smiling innocently as if she is unaware that she is flouting any privacy you may have hoped for.

"There's no concern with overdose - the drug is very safe, but there are side effects you should be aware of. The drug slows the metabolism and increases the tendency of the body to deposit fat on the belly area. It doesn't actually increase hunger Fanny, but it might feel that way to you if you're very sexually aroused. To be effective at managing libido it must be paired with hunger satiation. A lot of girls find that they need to binge eat to get relief. Every woman responds slightly differently, but trials show pairing the drug with anywhere between 1 and 5 pints of ice cream gives the kind of quantity of sugars and fats that produce effective results in most women. If you have exceptional self control you might be able to obtain relief with less. Of course - if you had a lot of self control your probation officer probably wouldn't need to prescribe this for you through! Do you have any questions?"

She smiles politely, and you shake your head, mumbling thanks and turning towards the door. As you reach it she calls out across the room, and again you feel all eyes on you. "Oh - Fanny - one more thing! It looks from your notes like you are going to be turning in an unauthorized vibrator tomorrow?" You nod, blushing with embarrassment. "Please bring it to the front desk tomorrow in a clear plastic bag - and no putting it to use tonight!" She adds playfully.