Chapter 10: He Ziying

Song Xuan had been wearing this Lady Academy lady uniform as her school uniform ever since she enrolled, and for more than nine years she had never once taken it off. Because of that, she had never had the chance to stimulate her own breasts, her pussy, or any of the other sensitive places on her body. For nine years, the faithful bikini chastity-belt set had guarded her virginity day after day, never once letting down its guard.

Although the teachers at Lady Academy repeated the importance of the masturbation function over and over again in every lady-uniform introduction class each school year, Song Xuan simply never developed the urge to use it. She had no idea what the feeling of orgasm actually was, and more importantly, she didn’t want to know.

As for the urethral lock and anal plug that had already been inserted into her body for nine years, Song Xuan was all too used to them. She had even forgotten what it felt like before school, when nothing was inserted between her legs. She only vaguely remembered that during the first month of first year she had always been whining and fussing about wanting to go to the bathroom.

By now she was already used to waking in the morning, fitting the automatic excretion device in place in the bathroom between her hips, and then turning on the hot shower. While she bathed, the automatic excretion device would start up its urination and enema-discharge program.

According to Lady Academy’s rules, every day students were allowed to use the automatic excretion device’s urination and enema functions for half an hour in the morning, from 6:00 to 6:30, and again before bed, from 21:30 to 22:00.

There were no toilets in the Lady Academy dormitories. In fact, the only normal bathroom facilities anywhere in the entire academy were in the security screening area, and those were for visitors. The students had no use for them at all.

Inside the academy, only the student and staff dormitories were equipped with automatic excretion devices. These were small, flexible, saddle-shaped sheets that could beed to a woman’s crotch like a sanitary pad. A tube about two centimeters in diameter ran to the main unit, and that main unit was embedded in the wall of the student and staff dormitory bathroom.

Once the saddle-shaped sheet was applied between the legs, the tubing in the sheet would automatically connect to the excretion interface hidden inside the bikini chastity belt under the lady uniform. The whole process took fifteen to twenty minutes. Because the automatic excretion device’s tubing was about five meters long, it mostly just limited a student’s range to the bathroom area temporarily and did not otherwise interfere with her movements, so she could still shower and do many other things while being catheterized and enemafed.

Under long-term disciplined excretion control, every woman who had undergone Lady Academy’s systematic training came to regard it as an extremely efficient design. Many women even chose to keep a very regular daily rhythm long after leaving the academy, and some even hoped to keep wearing the lady uniform, or else choose one of the various similar chastity devices produced by Lady House.

As for the vaginal plug, that was something that only began to show itself from fourth year onward inside the lady uniform. At first it was just a small protrusion at the entrance to the vagina. Then, as she grew older, Song Xuan keenly felt that something seemed to be slowly drilling into her lower body. The vaginal plug inside the chastity belt began to grow, little by little becoming thicker and larger. At first Song Xuan thought her uniform was broken, until the academy held a lady-uniform introduction class after the new term began and the teacher explained it to her, which finally put her completely at ease.

By the time she reached the academy’s upper level, the vaginal plug had already grown substantially, vaguely filling most of Song Xuan’s vaginal space, but it was still loose and did not stimulate her cunt in any way. Even during intense physical education classes, most of the time she would not even notice the plug inside her body. That thing was only the sort of presence one could detect if one calmed down and felt it carefully. Most of the time it simply regulated hormone release in silence and collected vaginal secretions or menstrual blood, waiting for cleaning moments like bathing to release them back into the outside world.

Compared with a piece of equipment, the vaginal plug, urethral lock, and anal plug were really more like acquired organs. Calm and natural. Only during vaginal dumbbell training, when she deliberately controlled her vaginal muscles and made the transformed vaginal plug move inside her body, would they bring her any obvious stimulation. Although some slick would be worked out, it was all stored inside the lady uniform’s vaginal plug and would not leak out of the uniform to make a mess. So Song Xuan only felt her body running a little hot, a fire burning in her lower abdomen, and assumed it was just from exercise. In the end, she had never experienced orgasm, so she had never had much longing for it either.

Until the end of that month, Song Xuan still had not chosen to try the lady uniform’s masturbation program. Since she had never experienced it, she had no interest in it. Her mother had once said that Song Xuan was a lot like her father, whom she had never met: never very curious about unknown things.

Xia Yan had brought it up a few times, but every time Song Xuan put her off. In the end Xia Yan, furious, snapped, “You old fossil, set in your ways!” and never brought up masturbation again, sulking for several days for no reason at all.

Song Xuan had not stepped outside Lady Academy for two months. Aside from the video calls her mother, Song Mozhu, made every day and the 3D recordings her aunt sent from time to time, she had received no other contact from the outside world. Her aunt should be close to Mars by now, because in the porthole of the 3D video, an orange-red planet was already looming far ahead.

He Ziying and her husband had been apart for nearly two years. After a month of deceleration, the starship had finally successfully entered Mars orbit an hour ago.

From the rotating living quarter, Ziying boarded the landing craft mounted on the ship’s spin axis. Because this was a truly face-to-face reunion with her husband, she had dressed that day in a pure white gauze dress, elegant without losing dignity. The landing craft did not spin, so there was no familiar gravity inside it, and for a moment she looked like a white jellyfish drifting aimlessly through the spacious first-class cabin.

Above her was Mars’s iconic great canyon. Although the starship was now on the side of Mars facing away from the sun and crossing the Martian night sky, the brilliant lights of the city clusters on both sides of Valles Marineris still clearly outlined the shape of the canyon.

Why say that this white jellyfish was drifting aimlessly?

Because the moment she had entered the first-class cabin, the chastity suit had shamelessly started up today’s libido-stimulation training program, teasing her from her nipples to her clit to her pussy; from the sensitive points on the surface of her skin to the deep center of the flower hidden inside her body, the chastity suit plucked at her sexual nerves with stimulation that seemed to reach the soul itself, ceaseless as rolling waves.

In just a few seconds, He Ziying, floating helplessly in the middle of the spacious cabin in zero gravity, had already been consumed by lust to the point that she completely abandoned the ability to think. Her long legs, wrapped tightly in milk-white high-heeled latex boots, rubbed uselessly against each other in midair, and beneath her milk-white gloves, her pale, jade-like hands clutched tightly at her rigid chastity bra. Gone was the gentle elegance Song Xuan used to see in her; her hands and feet seemed to have turned into the long tentacles of a jellyfish, desperately hoping that this hopeless rubbing and writhing would help her reach that unattainable heaven of climax.

The AI in the business cabin kept repeating itself in Chinese, English, Japanese, German, and Portuguese, telling her to sit down quickly and fasten her seatbelt. But she could hear nothing now, nor did she react at all. At least not until the machine attendant came to guide her over, because the chastity suit had already dragged her completely into the abyss of erotic training, where she had lost herself entirely...

This chastity suit had been something Ai Beihai sweet-talked Ziying into putting on fourteen years ago, when the two of them were celebrating their third wedding anniversary.

The chastity suit was also a kind of latex bodysuit designed and produced by Lady House. Compared with the lady uniform, the chastity suit had far more detailed design features when it came to emphasizing a wife’s fidelity. The husband’s control permissions over the chastity suit were also much broader and more flexible than those over the lady uniform. And because it was a product aimed at married couples, it had the function of allowing a woman to have sex while still wearing the chastity suit without taking it off, something the lady uniform did not have. If a woman wearing the lady uniform wanted to have sex with a man, she first had to take the lady uniform off. That was one of the biggest differences between the lady uniform and the chastity suit.

This was simply the result of different clothes being built on different design philosophies. The lady uniform had a considerable educational purpose and was aimed mainly at young adult women, unmarried women, and women who were not yet independent. From the very beginning, sex had not been something the lady uniform designers considered, so naturally the lady uniform’s vaginal plug had no transformation function that could enter the uterus, and the chastity panties at the crotch of the lady uniform could not deform to provide an opening for sex either.

The chastity suit, on the other hand, was mainly intended for married women or independent women who wanted to exercise self-control over their own sex lives, so its sex-related design was much more extensive.

The chastity suit’s vaginal plug and chastity panties were therefore made with corresponding special designs. The chastity panties could deform to create an opening at the vaginal entrance or even the anal entrance, and the vaginal plug could automatically drill into the uterus, even supporting pregnancy. During childbirth, the plug could change into a hollow tube to assist with delivery.

In the past, He Ziying had always worn a couple suit, the most entry-level set sold by Lady House. The default look of the couple suit was pure milk white from head to toe, and it used a split design: the mask, chastity bra, crotch panties, neck collar, waist cincher, gloves, and long boots could all be put on and removed separately, and each piece could be encrypted and locked with its own independent unlock password.

If everything was locked, the whole set of couple wear would form a fully enclosing latex bodysuit that covered the body from nose to toes.

He Ziying had always kept those passwords herself, though sometimes she would play games with Ai Beihai where he controlled the passwords. Still, the longest continuous stretch of time she had ever worn the full set of couple wear never exceeded one month.

Most of the time, Ziying only wore the crotch panties and the chastity bra. Sometimes she would also put on the waist cincher, whose lower edge and upper edge could lock tightly and seamlessly against the edges of the crotch panties and chastity bra.

She usually wore the neck collar and mask very rarely, because she disliked the feeling of having her neck bound. And once she put on the mask, the mouth plug made speaking very inconvenient, while her work mainly involved dealing with people.

Over the years she had only used them a few times at Ai Beihai’s urging.

Ai Beihai had always held the passwords for the gloves and boots. Ever since the couple suit had been bought, Ziying had never taken off the gloves or boots. Even when she slept, after removing all the other pieces, she still kept on the long latex stockings and long gloves that reached all the way up to her shoulders and waist. Sometimes Ai Beihai liked setting them to milk-white, and sometimes to black or transparent.

To put it simply, Ai Beihai had a mild prosthetic fetish, and he always fantasized about Ziying’s hands and feet being replaced by synthetic prosthetics.

Even now that Ziying was already wearing the chastity suit, he still liked setting the colors of the suit’s gloves and boots so they contrasted with the color of her body, and most of the time they were probably set to opposite colors.

Before leaving, both Ai Beihai and He Ziying had originally assumed that this trip to Mars would end in at most six months, so they had made a playful bet before he departed.

The game was this: could Ziying hold out until her husband came back without using the chastity suit’s masturbation function?

Of course, the bet also included the following conditions: 1. During that period, Ziying would retain 99.9 percent of the control permissions over the chastity suit, except for unlocking, masturbation, and climax; 2. Ai Beihai would hold administrator privileges allowing him to temporarily take over control of the chastity suit at any time; 3. Ai Beihai was not allowed to use the suit’s functions to deliberately arouse Ziying; 4. Ziying could request the masturbation function from Beihai at any time, and doing so would count as losing the bet; 5. Whether they won or lost, there would be no consequences at all.

He Ziying had originally thought she had this in the bag, but plans never survived first contact with reality. Ai Beihai went away and did not come back for two years, and on the home front there were other things to worry about: first, she was not at ease leaving Song Mozhu and Song Xuan, that latex-clad mother and daughter, to their own devices; and second, the affairs of Four Seasons Company were completely overwhelming, with major clients needing to be negotiated with almost every week. There was no way that could be left to Song Mozhu, the boss, after all. Too many people were involved.

Besides, that old rumor that Song Mozhu always dressed like a sex slave or a female prisoner was better left circulating only within the proper circles. There was no need to turn it into freak-show material...

Before leaving Earth for Mars, Ai Beihai had, in accordance with the bet, returned most of the control permissions of the chastity suit to Ziying instead of creating a custodial AI to manage her. However, he had not given her the key to unlock the suit, and she had no intention of taking it off anyway.

What had been strictly disabled, however, was the chastity suit’s masturbation function. In addition, for the sake of their kink, the two of them had discussed and then configured the suit so that its transparency and invisibility function was forbidden; the suit’s mask-mimicry function had a daily time limit; and the tether lines between the arm rings and the chastity belt, as well as those between the thigh rings, could not be locked for long periods.

Not being able to make the chastity suit invisible or put it into mimic mode was something Ziying could accept. The tether lines at her arms and thighs were also tolerable. After all, once upon a time she had been forcibly locked into a lady suit for years by some annoying bastard, and then some terrifying bastard had ruined the lady suit’s chip, leaving her stuck living like a disabled person for months and unable to take care of herself.

Those “wonderful” memories still made her laugh whenever she thought about them now.

As for Ai Beihai, Ziying had never asked much of him.

For the first three months, everything was still normal. But then came the terrible news from Mars that work had run into trouble, and Ziying immediately had a bad feeling. In the end, she really did receive word that her husband’s return would be delayed. That in itself was nothing much, at most just a long stretch without sex. Ziying was already in her thirties, and her libido was nowhere near as strong as it had been ten years earlier. But when the sixth month after her husband’s departure ended, something unexpected happened.

When Lady House first designed the chastity suit, it had built a libido-stimulation training program into every chastity suit and couple suit in order to prevent women from becoming sexually frigid due to prolonged self-denial. If the wearer of a chastity suit or couple suit already had a sexual partner and had gone six months or more without intercourse, masturbation, or any other kind of sex life, the suit’s libido-stimulation training program would be activated.

This program would call on every accessory in the chastity suit or couple suit and simulate the foreplay stage of intercourse. After fully arousing the woman’s desire, it would begin stimulating the wearer’s sensitive places, such as the pussy, breasts, and neck, only to abruptly stop just before orgasm.

This sort of edging-style libido-stimulation training originally ran at random once a week. If the woman wearing the chastity suit or couple suit still had not had sex for a full year, the program would escalate to running at random every three days, with more refined foreplay and even more precise stopping just before climax.

If the period without sex stretched beyond a year and a half, the libido-stimulation training program would eventually escalate to running once every day.

Ziying had originally known nothing about this at all. The explanation of this feature was hidden away in some cluttered corner of the chastity suit manual. But Ai Beihai had always known.

The first few months were still manageable. Once a week, the chastity suit would only tease the somewhat dull sexual nerves of Ziying’s mature body. Maybe it was because years of high living and comfort had made everything feel less precious, but Ziying even rather liked the feeling of having her libido teased up and then denied. She never really brought it up when she was talking to her husband over interstellar calls.

It was only after the training program had continued for half a year that everything suddenly became twice as frequent, and the chastity suit’s methods became far more devious. That immediately made her feel a little unable to keep up. At night she started having wet dreams constantly. At first Ziying only laughed at herself for acting like some girl in her early twenties, always thinking about pink little things, until a month later she finally admitted that she had still underestimated the chastity suit’s training AI.

At some unpredictable moment every day, the chastity suit would begin teasing Ziying’s sexual desire in the most unexpected way. The cups of the chastity bra and the clit slot in the chastity panties would alternately suck at her nipples and clit, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly; the vaginal plug would vibrate at low or high frequencies; the stress simulation inside the suit would skillfully stimulate every sensitive point on her body. And every single time, it would stop dead right at the most critical moment, when she was already on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, the suit’s AI was smart enough to avoid dangerous situations. When she was driving, or walking on stairs or along a road, or any other situation where there was risk, the chastity suit would never start up its libido-training program.

In order not to lose this utterly unimportant bet, Ziying never asked her husband to grant her the masturbation function.

First she tried consulting Lady House for help, only to discover that the training program could not be solved that way at all. The only way to shut down the libido-stimulation training program was for Ziying herself to initiate intercourse or masturbation once.

But wasn’t that the same as surrendering right in front of her husband?

Losing to her husband because she could not endure the rise of her own libido was something Ziying found extremely hard to bring herself to admit. That bastard Ai Beihai would definitely laugh at her, wouldn’t he?

Even though that man was already in his forties, there were still times when he was ridiculously childish.

Ziying endured several more months on sheer grit, and just when she finally could not stand it anymore and was ready to throw in the towel, sure enough...

Looking at Ai Beihai’s holographic image, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, Ziying angrily hung up on her husband, and then did not answer a single one of his calls for more than a month.

She told Song Mozhu about her troubles. After listening to Ziying’s complaint with a strangely peculiar expression, Song Mozhu rarely smiled. It was the first time that year she had shown a smile.

Then she laughed and cursed, “You two are such a pair of live treasures...” After that she taught Ziying many methods for quickly calming herself down. One of the meditation lines in particular was extremely useful:

[I must never give myself over to lust. Lust is the killer of thought. Lust is the little death that brings total destruction. I will face lust and let it pass through my body. When lust is gone, I will open my inner eye and see its path. Where lust has passed, nothing remains. I alone endure.]

This was an ancient mantra from a mysterious sect called the Bene Gesserit. As long as she silently recited these words in her mind, the fire rising inside her would quickly settle down. After Song Mozhu’s secret imprisonment as a sex slave under Song Xuan was exposed, although Song Xuan himself had been locked up in prison, Song Mozhu’s body still had not recovered complete freedom. Instead, she had been confined to the small Tianxinyuan villa, which was less than two thousand square meters in size, and she could not even step half a pace beyond the estate’s wooded fence.

Although the administrator privileges for the confinement suit had now been handed over to Ai Beihai’s sister, Ai Xue, the former chairwoman of Lady House, when Song Xuan’s crimes were finally exposed beyond any doubt, he issued one final order at the very last moment, pushing Song Mozhu deeper into the abyss. That order caused the specially made confinement suit to irreversibly start up its automated training program.

If anything, Ai Xue was less the manager of that confinement suit than merely its assistant.

So even though administrative control of the restraint suit had already been handed over to Ai Xue, Ai Beihai's sister and the former chairwoman of the Ladies' House board, Ai Xue still could hardly lessen the intensity of the suit's conditioning on Song Mozhu. All she could do was try her best not to add any more pressure to Song Mozhu's life.

From then on, the special restraint suit never once relaxed its conditioning as a sex slave. Without Song Xuan as her master, however, she had very few chances to experience orgasm. It was a long, shameful history, but one thing was one thing: Song Mozhu still admitted that the feeling of climax was wonderfully good.

All Ai Xue could do was use up Song Mozhu's once-a-month masturbation orgasm allowance in the restraint suit. As for real intercourse, Song Mozhu would never have it. The restraint suit only recognized Song Xuan and people authorized by Song Xuan as eligible to have sex with Song Mozhu.

Beyond that, there were only a handful of times when, under the impact of the suit's conditioning, Song Mozhu had broken through the edging electroshock barrier through meditation and reached orgasm. Most of the time, almost every day, Song Mozhu's life was a little harder than Ziying's current one, because her suit randomly ran three advanced libido-stimulation conditioning sessions every day.

In order to reach a level where she could still handle company affairs, she had tried countless methods. She had asked a great Zen master to teach her Zen practice, asked yogic masters from Nibur to instruct her in yoga, and in the end it was only after hearing a set of Bene Gesserit mantras from a mysterious occultist from Armenia that she finally managed to avoid a great deal of the agony of being burned alive by desire.

Four months ago, Ziying had reached the final stage of the libido-stimulation conditioning program in this chastity suit, so now she had to undergo sexual conditioning in it once every day. She hated this chastity suit so much she wanted to rip it off her body, stomp it flat on the ground, and burn it to ash.

The Bene Gesserit mantras did work a little, but the ten-odd minutes every day when the libido-stimulation program kicked in were still maddening for Ziying.

Silently, she made up her mind that once she got to Mars, she would drain her husband dry.

In Ziying's eyes, that fire of desire had brewed too richly already, to the point that it was even making her a little drunk. Since the twentieth month of being forcibly denied sex by the chastity suit, she had gradually felt that her brain was no longer working very well. Of the sixteen hours she spent awake every day, ten were now spent thinking about mating.

For her, the end of each day was not bedtime, but the moment when the daily fifteen-minute sex-conditioning program started up at some random, unknowable time.

Once the sexual stimulation began, no matter how much time remained that day, she could forget about focusing on anything serious. Ninety-five percent of her brain would sink into her uterus, vagina, and ovaries, and trade places with them.

There was no helping it. As a woman who had been locked in chastity for nearly two years and still had to be teased every day, Ziying's willpower was already remarkably strong.

The landing craft detached from the mother ship. Ziying, lost once again in thoughts of men and women having sex, had already been placed in her seat by the robot attendants without even noticing.

It was only after she had just finished today's chastity-suit sexual-teasing conditioning, and after the landing craft's engines started up, sending a jolt through her neck under the force of deceleration, that she remembered she was still in space...

Sometimes she forgot to pick Song Xuan up when he left the Ladies' Academy, forgot to bring Song Xuan's guardian wristband, imagined the young man sitting on the bench under the plane tree by the shore of Tianxin Lake as Ai Beihai, forgot to arrange Song Mozhu's meeting schedule... Her mind, grinding slower and slower in the cycle of abstinence and teasing, had finally made her decide to seize this chance to go to Mars and find her husband. Whatever happened, she had already made up her mind: once she reached Mars, she would have her husband send her straight to heaven!

If she didn't drain that damn Ai Beihai dry to the last drop, she absolutely would not stop. She had to make him understand that he had lost, lost to his own wife, lost completely.

And then he would regret the stupid thing he had done back then that had forced Ziying into twenty-two months of abstinence, because the feral beast that had been brewing for twenty-two months was not a mother beast he could tame. Thinking of that, she licked the gag inside the chastity suit's mask with relish.

As the landing craft slowed, it gradually entered Mars's thin atmosphere. Red flames from friction streaked past the viewing window. The sun shot up rapidly from the distant purple-red horizon. Perhaps because her husband was not far away, thoughts of men and women having sex once again occupied most of Ziying's brain, until the tremendous impact when the landing craft touched down at Landing Field 37 on the edge of Valles Marineris jolted her awake from her filthy daydream once more.