Lin Yi's Week of Abstinence

*Ring ring* My alarm clock went off promptly at 7:00 AM. I groaned twice under the covers and turned it off.
I haven't stayed up late these past few days. Actually, I haven't been playing games or watching anime much. Because of what happened with the last game, I'm distracted when I play games or watch anime now. I keep losing at games and can't get into the plot of anime. So every night, after taking care of my needs, I go to bed early.
Right now, my sex drive is extremely strong. I can't control myself at all. This state of mine isn't just caused by aphrodisiacs. Actually, aphrodisiacs only play a small part, since they were genuine drugs. The main reason is that I was really ruined last time; I almost didn't make it back.
After turning off the alarm, I didn't get up or go back to sleep. Instead, I reached my hand back into my underwear and began to fondle my clitoris, while my other hand pinched my nipple. I curled up on the bed, and as my hands moved, I let out seductive moans. The movements gradually quickened, and the moans became more urgent. With a long, drawn-out moan, I reached orgasm, and my underwear became soaked. I took
off my wet underwear and tossed it into the washing machine. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, got dressed, and went out to buy breakfast. When I finished eating and was walking back, I saw a delivery truck parked in front of my house. I went over and asked, and it was indeed my package. It was from E-Land, the online store where I order things. This time, the package wasn't as big as before; it was just a small box, but it was still quite heavy. I asked the delivery guy to take it inside.
After seeing the delivery guy off, I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed a pair of scissors and slit the box open. The contents were dazzling in the sunlight. Inside was a set of underwear—or more accurately, a set of metallic underwear, the kind I'd be using to correct my body. Its official name is a chastity belt. From top to bottom, it consisted of a collar, a chastity bra, arm rings, a corset, chastity panties, thigh rings, and leg shackles.
There was also a pair of high heels, with heels a full 12 centimeters high. There was also a bag of stickers and some glue. This glue required a specific adhesive to remove. These stickers were crucial; they emitted signals, and if the device didn't receive the signal at certain times, something bad would happen.
I washed and put everything away, then opened the refrigerator to check my food supplies for the next few days. I'd been buying a lot of groceries every day because I was going to be home for seven days.
Everything is ready, and it's time to start preparing. I've put a sticker on the art studio, kitchen, music room, bedroom, and treadmill. These stickers emit signals with different ranges. I can enter anywhere in the studio, kitchen, and bedroom, but when the time comes, I can only stay on the treadmill and cannot get off. If I leave the treadmill's belt, I will be punished with an electric shock. The timing of these sticker signals is controlled by a computer. After adjusting the computer's time, I locked it away. The key won't arrive for another 7 days. Every day, I
must stay in the kitchen from 7:30 to 8:00, 11:00 to 12:00, and 5:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon, otherwise I will be punished with an electric shock. From 9:00 to 10:00, I must train on the treadmill, which will go from slow to fast, with a 5-minute break in between. From 3:00 to 4:50 in the afternoon, I must practice painting in the art studio. From 7:00 to 8:50, I must practice playing instruments in the music room. From 9:00 at night to 7:00 in the morning, I must stay in the bedroom. So I can't use any electronic devices. I've put away my phone and computer. I even put stickers on TVs so I'll get an electric shock if I get close to them. That's why I use my few hours of rest each day to play games. I also want to use this time to practice my skills, which is why I designed all this.
As usual, I took a shower and then started putting on my gear. First, I put on the collar around my neck, which has a signal receiver inside. Then I put on the chastity bra, the arm cuffs, the chastity panties, and the thigh rings. I put on the leg irons and high heels, which also have signal stickers. I can only take them off when I'm sleeping; otherwise, I'll get an electric shock if I take them off.
Although I had put everything on, I hadn't locked the chastity belt. I was still conflicted because my sex drive was rising, and I didn't want to lock myself up. But my reason told me I had to, otherwise my body would break down and my future life would be affected. For the sake of my life, I had to control my sexual desire. I used my right hand to lock the collar around my neck. When I was about to lock my bra, I hesitated for a moment and then locked it too. My right hand was on the lock of my chastity belt, but I couldn't press it down. I stayed in this position for a minute, then I used my left hand to press down the lock hard with my right hand. After locking the chastity belt, I had no way out. The key would be sent to me by E-Land in seven days. After locking the chastity belt, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then the thigh rings and leg irons were put on smoothly.
After I finished dressing, I lay on the bed, my face flushed, my libido rising. I reached down to touch my vulva, but my hand touched a piece of metal. I then reached for my nipple, and again, I touched metal. Lying on the bed, I felt a mixture of frustration, irritation, and anticipation.
The computer program was supposed to start at 11 PM; it was supposed to last seven days, but it was only six and a half.
I fell asleep in bed, lost in thought. When I woke up, I glanced at the clock; it was already 10:55. I didn't feel anything was wrong with the world. I walked to the bathroom, wearing 12cm heels and shackles, making the walk difficult. Once there, I looked at my metallic underwear. After a minute or so, I finally managed to relieve myself. Then, my physical urges overcame my shame, and urine flowed from the holes in my metallic underwear. After I finished, I used toilet paper to wipe my underwear and my urine-stained thighs. It was my first time relieving myself like this, and I wasn't quite used to it yet. After wiping myself, it was already 10:59:50. Only then did I slowly walk out towards the living room. A short while later, a sharp electric shock shot through my neck and thighs. To prevent any pleasure, I hadn't set any shock points on my genitals or chest.
After being shocked, I let out a terrible scream. To ensure the success of this training, I had set the shock intensity quite high, so this shock was extremely painful. Only then did I remember that I needed to be in the kitchen by 11 o'clock. I ran towards the kitchen as fast as I could, but my high heels and shackles limited my speed, and I almost fell. Just as I reached the kitchen door, the shock came again. Because I was still running, the sudden shock made me fall to the ground. I landed heavily on the wooden floor, my knees turning bright red, but thankfully not seriously; they were just a little sore. The punishment mechanism was set to give one shock when the time was up, followed by one shock every minute thereafter. Because this shock was quite strong, there was no setting for the shocks to gradually increase in intensity.
Standing in the kitchen, I found it completely empty. For the sake of a neat and tidy kitchen, the refrigerator and other food storage items were kept in a separate small room. Although the room was right next door, I didn't dare go over there because my designated area was only the size of the kitchen. Although I discovered this after sending the data to E-Land, I found it too troublesome to remeasure; I figured I could just grab the food beforehand. Now I was in this awkward situation, forced to stay in the kitchen with no food to cook.
I circled the kitchen a few more times, still finding nothing edible. Suddenly, I remembered a small table next to the kitchen door with some instant noodles I'd bought a few days ago but hadn't eaten. I went to the door and saw the noodles on the table. I reached for them, but missed. I leaned further out, slowly sticking my head out as well, and then I got another electric shock. The pain almost made me cry; it really hurt. I quickly grabbed the noodles and went back into the kitchen. Even with a one-minute break, it wasn't enough time to get other ingredients.
I boiled a kettle of water, made instant noodles, and ate them on the kitchen stove. This reminded me that I had set a long timeframe for meals, including both cooking and eating, but I was stuck in the kitchen. I guess next time I'll have to bring a small table.
After eating, I had over half an hour to spare, with nothing to do but sit idly in the kitchen. There was nothing to do outside either, as I had disabled all electronic devices.
The long half hour finally passed, and I was finally free to go out. I quickly moved a table to the kitchen; this would be where I ate for the next few days.
Then I went back to my bedroom, looked around, and, finding no phone or computer, reached for the TV. But just as my hand was about to touch the power switch, I got an electric shock. I was incredibly annoyed with myself. How stupid of me! I was only thinking about satisfying my desires; how could I forget about punishment?
The TV power switch was touch-sensitive, so I couldn't use anything else to turn it on. I sat on the bed again, picked up a book from my bookshelf, but after a short while, I felt incredibly bored and lay back down. I was very irritable, a symptom many young people experience these days—feeling restless without their phones, as if they'd lost something incredibly important.
Lying in bed, I drifted off to sleep again. After a long while, I was awakened by a sharp pain; I'd been electrocuted again. I really regretted not buying myself an alarm clock. After a moment's thought, I quickly ran to the art studio. Entering, I felt the warmth of the sunlight. Good lighting is essential for painting, so there was a large window in the center of the studio. Although the window was large, it was well-protected with huge iron bars. As I sat down in front of the easel, I encountered a huge problem: I needed to use the restroom urgently, but there was no toilet in the studio, so I couldn't relieve myself. This left me very confused. I picked up a paintbrush, trying to distract myself by drawing. Ten minutes later, my canvas was empty. My hands were on my metal underwear covering my genitals. Because of the metal underwear, I couldn't press to help me hold my urine. I was extremely urgent; it felt like I was about to pee.
I got up from the chair and sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Although it didn't help, I still covered my genitals.
After a while, I stopped moving. My urine flowed from the small hole in my metal underwear, through my fingers, and onto the floor. My legs were covered in urine. Because it was my first time experiencing urinary incontinence, I forgot to move around, and urine soaked my hands and lower body.
Sitting in a puddle of urine, I started to cry. I cried for a long time. After I had cried enough, I stood up and went to the table, picked up some tissues, and started wiping myself. As I wiped, I started crying again. I reached for my neck, trying to tear off my collar, but it was futile. Then I just slumped to the floor, glancing at the clock every now and then. It was finally 4:50 PM. Since I figured painting wasn't tiring, I only gave myself ten minutes of free time. I rushed to the bathroom, ignoring the water temperature, and quickly turned on the tap, pouring shower gel all over my lower body and rinsing repeatedly. I didn't even scrub my body. Grabbing a towel, I dashed to the refrigerator where we kept groceries, opened the door, took out a packet of noodles, and then rushed to the kitchen. When I arrived, it was just past 5 PM. I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little sad. Why did I have to rush to take a shower and cook?
I dried myself with the towel I'd taken from the bathroom. After that, I started preparing dinner. I poured water into a pot, heated it up, added noodles, and a little salt. It would be ready to eat in a bit. After dinner, I needed to go to the music room to practice. I went to the bathroom first, just in case something happened again. Then I remembered the studio hadn't been cleaned yet; I'd have to clean it tomorrow.
Upon arriving at the music room, I took out an instrument from the shelf next door—a guzheng. I slowly moved it to the central table, sat down, and began to play. But as I played, my mind started wandering again. I imagined a vibrating egg inside my body that would vibrate in response to sound. My hands began to change the tune, but after a while, it was like waking from a dream. I stopped playing the guzheng. Now, I desperately wanted an orgasm, but the merciless metal chastity belt blocked my way.
When the time was up, I returned to my bedroom, washed up, and prepared for bed. I took off the high heels that had tormented me all day, rubbed my sore feet, and lay down on the bed. Lying there, my mind was filled with lust. Because I couldn't orgasm, I had to fight my desires. So I lay on the bed, barely moving, as if I were asleep.
Around midnight, I got up, went to the bathroom, used the toilet, and then took a cold shower. I finally felt a little better. I hadn't slept all night; my sex drive was just too strong to fall asleep. After the cold shower, I finally crawled into bed and drifted off.
The next morning at breakfast, I was woken up by an electric shock. I jumped out of bed quickly, and since I didn't have any clothes, I grabbed my high heels and ran to the kitchen. I quickly put them on. I had prepared everything the night before, so I ate breakfast without any problems. After breakfast, there was nothing to do, so I started reading again, but I wasn't very focused; my eyes kept glancing at the clock.
Finally, around nine o'clock, I went to the treadmill, looked at my 12cm heels, and resolutely stepped onto the treadmill.
It was nine o'clock, and the treadmill turned on by itself. The initial speed was slow, like a normal walk. Even though I was wearing extremely high heels, this speed was no problem at all. Gradually, the speed increased, and I started to feel the strain. After a while, the speed became like a normal running pace, and I had no choice but to start running. After twenty minutes, I couldn't hold on any longer and got off the treadmill. But as soon as I left, I received an electric shock, causing me to fall to the ground. The treadmill stopped. The electric shock was extremely painful, and I didn't want to experience it again, so I quickly rested for a while. Before a minute had passed, I hurriedly got back on the treadmill. The treadmill sensed me and started again, quickly increasing the speed. My feet, wearing high heels and shackles, moved rapidly, finally enduring thirty minutes. After thirty minutes, I had a five-minute rest period.
Five minutes passed quickly as I sat on the floor, panting heavily. I hadn't fully rested and was still a bit tired, but I had no choice but to get back on the treadmill. The treadmill started moving again, gradually increasing in speed, but much faster than the previous half hour. Soon, I was running like a whirlwind, running for another 25 minutes. After finishing, I lay down and rested for a long time. Once rested, I went to the bathroom. Running had made me sweat profusely, and I wanted to take a good shower. After showering, I took a mop and cleaned the art studio. Because of the urine left overnight, it had a strong smell. After cleaning, I took some ingredients and made lunch.
At 9:30 pm, after washing up, I lay in bed. The day seemed very fulfilling; I hadn't had time to think about anything related to sex. Although I was lying in bed, my eyes remained open. I don't know how much time passed before I got up, picked up the scissors from the table, and saw the moonlight shining on my face. My face was expressionless, yet it looked terrifying. I put the scissors between my belt and my waistband, trying to cut it, but how could metal be cut by my small scissors? After trying many times without success, I took out the scissors again, intending to stab my hand. But just before they reached my hand, I stopped and quickly threw the scissors out the window. At that moment, tears streamed down my face.
I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up the next day, it wasn't time for the scheduled run yet, but my legs were incredibly sore. Because I rarely exercise, my muscles were sore after exercising. After washing up, I made and ate breakfast. Then it was time to run again. Because my legs were so sore, I fell down many times. Tears streamed down my face, but I persevered and finished the hour-long run.
For the next few days, I kept pushing myself, completing each task one by one. Although my technique didn't improve much, at least I didn't feel rusty after three months of practice.
Finally, seven days passed. There was no punishment today, but I was used to it. I got up early, wearing a sundress—the only thing I could wear these days—and tied a rope to my shackles, the other end around my waist, letting it hang between my legs. The collar wasn't wide, so I used a wide ribbon to cover it. I couldn't remove the arm cuffs.
*Ding-dong*, the delivery guy arrived. I opened the door, and he handed me a small box before leaving, giving me a quick glance. This delivery company really has a good reputation. After he left, I locked the door, opened the box, and found several keys inside. I looked for the key to my chastity belt and unlocked it. I'd been really pent up for days. I took out a large dildo and vigorously thrust it into my genitals, reaching orgasm quickly. One orgasm wasn't enough; I had three more before stopping. After
taking off all my clothes, I took a good shower. After showering, I picked up the metal underwear, put it on, and locked it with a combination lock. The combination was four digits, but I'd completely forgotten it. There were only two days left before school started, and I needed to unlock it within those two days, otherwise I'd have to go to school wearing the chastity belt.

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