I love the wicked game of tease and denial. It amuses me to make you suffer deliciously and I can tell how much you want a reward for serving your Goddess and pleasing her in a myriad of ways. My personal favorite tease and denial is the CB6000 chastity device which locks up your cock and denies you any kind of release until I deign to release you from its grip. I can also arrange for it to have sharp points that will dig into your naughty boys if you become aroused without permission or inside the device. It locks onto your cock and, of course, I have the only key and you will be kept on lockdown until it pleases me to let you out. Of course, you will be restrained until you’ve pleased me in the manner to which I have trained you to do.
I will find creative ways to make you lust for me and enjoy your begging to be released which will only happen after you have served my need, and maybe not even then unless you persuade me in such a way that I have no choice but to release you for your own sanity. Imagine for a moment that your dick is locked up and you cannot touch it in any way. The CB6000 is designed to be work comfortably for months at a time and you will not have access to it for any reason unless I decide to unlock you. Attempting to masturbate will only be counter-productive; as the sharp points of intrigue will painfully remind you that an erection while confined in chastity will give pain a new meaning and I am able to put several different levels of points of intrigue–sharper and longer if you dare to try to thwart your device in an unapproved manner. If you displease me, I will mail your key to myself ensuring that it will be at least two days before you can be released.
I’ve got several slaves in semi-permanent chastity although I will milk your prostate to keep you healthy, you will be denied orgasm until I wish to grant you the privilege of a release from your chastity. Tease and denial increase your submission to my control because when I lock you in, you’ve had your last orgasm until I allow you to have your cock released from its captivity. I don’t play fair either. I will tease your mercilessly while you are in captivity so you will understand it is me who is the keyholder, the one who controls your pleasure.
It makes me wet to hear you beg me for release from confinement and it is ENTIRELY up to me when and where you are released from your device. It’s such a delicious thing to hear you beg and whimper while you helplessly watch your cock drool when I massage your prostate with my finger–or maybe I will pop in a butt plug and watch you bounce up and down in frustration while begging to release. You are my slave and your pleasure depends on my permission…which you may or may not get, depending on how much I decide to make you deliciously suffer for my entertainment.
I get off on seeing what you will endure for the pleasure of a mind-blowing climax I might let you experience–if you please me and I decide to allow you pleasure. I might just let you suffer for my amusement too; so that you know whose collar you wear and whose bitch you are. Nothing is as sweet to me as the sound of your voice begging me to touch you. It makes my pussy wet when you plead to be released and promise me anything–when you beg for my touch.
If you have served me well and I wish to have more pleasure from listening to your cries of frustrated lust, I might seduce you as part of your tease and denial. Imagine being tied to the bed and blindfolded. Your chastity device has been removed so that you are free to rise to the occasion. Of course, if you come without permission, there will be very harsh repercussions, so don’t even think about it. I will punish you severely for such a transgression, you wear my collar bitch, and don’t forget it. If you do, I’ll arrange it so that you won’t forget it again. You’ll think about how you displeased me every time you sit down for a week
You’ll feel my breath tickle your ear as I whisper to you about the unspeakably nasty things I want to do to you. I kiss you but you are not allowed to kiss me back as I tease your lips with my tongue, flicking just underneath and inside your upper lip because it almost gives you a little electric jolt when I hit the sensitive spot. It reminds you of how I react when you taste me in that secret place you’ve known so well and worship so magnificently.
However, for now, you are my little fucktoy bitch and I’ll do as I please with you and listen to you beg for release….God but I love it when you beg for pleasure and squirm trying to get free of the restraints that hold you firmly in your helpless state. I love the taste of your nipples. They are a little salty and their taste along with the clean scent of your chest makes my pussy wet. I rub my finger over my wetness and touch it to your lips as a special treat to you as a preview of the taste of my nectar that you’ve been wanting to taste for a long time. I run my hand down your body and your cock springs into my hand–hot, hard, huge and throbbing.
I like watching it strain toward me, the head beginning to glisten as your desire shows in your drooling, quivering member. I tease it with light scratches of my very long red nails as it shudders and I hear you groan in frustration and beg for release from the restraints that hold you firmly in place spread-eagled on the bed. I raise your blindfold just enough for you to see the large plug I am about to use to violate your tight ass. It’s a frighteningly large plug and you protest but I ignore it and pull the blindfold back over your eyes. I hear the fear in your voice when you beg me not to use such a large plug and I laugh because I secretly mind fucking you and the plug I’m going to use is much smaller than the huge one I showed to you. I lube the smaller plug and laugh as I stuff it into your formerly well-used but long-neglected hole and listen to you gasp as your cock jumps to attention and begins to bounce around.
However, it’s not time for you to have any release yet as I want to continue to tease you and deny you release while listening to you beg for me to let you come as you rub and hump the bed with your plugged hind end trying for orgasm with frustratingly inadequate stimulation. I love watching this. You are total without shame as you plead for me to stop teasing you and untie you….but it’s not time yet my beloved. Your goddess enjoys torturing you in such a deliciously cruel manner and your pleading is music in the air to me. The more you promise, beg and cajole, the more aroused I become and my hot pussy is dripping honey. I nibble the lobe of your ear and whisper to you that you must EARN your orgasm by giving me oral pleasure until I tell you to stop. With that, I straddle your face and allow you to taste my sweet pussy juices that are about to drip down your face.
“Is THIS what you want?” I ask you, knowing that you cannot reply while I am queening. Your reply is muffled and unintelligible as you feverishly lap up my juices that are flowing like water as I cum; trying not to tear you to pieces in the throes of the incredible orgasm I’ve just experienced. I remove the blindfold and kiss my juices off your face–you know how much I love licking my pussy off your face. Your delicious torment is about to end as I slide my hot and wet womanhood onto your bouncing, drooling, rock-hard rod and gasp as you fill me completely to the hilt with your throbbing dick. Slowly I slide up and down on your cock with maddening slowness and grind down so you can feel the butt plug massaging your prostate driving you to the edge until I cannot stand it for one more second. I can’t last long as I am so sensitive from the incredible orgasm I had sitting on your face and forcing you to pleasure me while I denied your release. I reach over and release your hands and, with a cry of pure animal lust you grab my hips and grind my pussy down on your cock with a force you didn’t know you possessed.
The pressure of the plug, the hours of being teased and denied spring forth and turn you to a wild animal, oblivious to anything but the feel of the plugin your ass and my dripping wet, hot pussy surrounding your cock as you explode inside of me with such intensity that I can’t stop the spasms of multiple orgasms exploding through my body and you have to catch me as I collapse into the bed, a spent ball of trembling flesh, blind with no feeling in my legs, making tiny mewling sounds and helpless as a newborn kitten. Of course, Tease and Denial is a game that two can play and you will have to have your revenge in a rousing game of “Beg for it, Bitch!”
After years of trying to control my nymphomania and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me, it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex – it was the sexual release – the orgasm – that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. Because of this, my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about me.
One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2 days), I went home and had a message on my answering machine from my friend Sonja. She said that she hadn’t heard from me all weekend and was worried that I had “fallen off the wagon again”. I called her, and she could immediately tell by my voice that her suspicions were true. As usual, I cried and told her that I felt so bad about what I had done, and about how much of a slut I was, but that I just couldn’t control myself. This is when she first suggested it. She said, “Well if you can’t control your sexual desires, have you ever thought about giving someone else control of them for you?” I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.
She continued, “I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles. One of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In the TV special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a comeback in the alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable, secure, and can be worn under clothing without detection. Most of all, they prevent all contact with the genitalia underneath.” I had heard of chastity belts, but I thought that they were just myths from medieval times. Sonja continued, “The article showed how couples used chastity belts to enhance their sex lives. They would wear the chastity belts for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive themselves of sex. They said that the sex was much more intense and gratifying after being locked in the belt for weeks at a time.” “Well, what has this got to do with me? Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact,” I asked. Sonja continued, “Well if you were locked in a chastity belt you would not be able to”
I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would research it. I got off the phone and finished the handjob that I had started. As I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked up in a belt, unable to be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came five more times that night while fantasizing about being locked in a belt.
I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts and decided that I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Tollyboy model FGA/200. It has an all-steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that goes from the bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband, following the curve of the crack of the wearer’s ass. It looked very secure. After reading about the importance of proper measurement, I decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for the chastity belt.
The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, “We’ll never get an accurate measurement of you in that!” I decided to change into some spandex tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her from getting an accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I have seldom had a problem being naked in front of a man, I have always felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of other women, even my best friend. She assured me that this was the only way, and so I reluctantly agreed. I removed my blue jeans and noticed that much to my embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my excitement. I hoped that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get the wrong idea and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the thought of being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said, with an evil grin, “I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much.”
I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t how it seemed, but I don’t think she believed me. I removed my panties and tried not to think about it as I allowed another woman’s hands to explore my most intimate areas. “Raise your hands over your head – it will make your waist smaller”, she said. I did as she told me to. Using a paper template, she measured my waist and the distance from the front of my waist, down across my pussy, around the crack of my ass, and back up to the back of my waist. I complained that she was measuring too tightly, but she assured me that she was measuring the way the instructions said to. After she was finished, I put back on my clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I couldn’t help but notice that her face was very flushed and her nipples were erect. She had experimented with lesbian relationships before she got married, but I hadn’t suspected until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I was so turned on by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn’t pull my little rocket pocket and use it.
The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of weeks waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks were a blur. There was a man after man. I seemed to be at an even stronger pace than ever. The thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made me hornier than I have ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be fucked again. After two weeks of this, the belt arrived.
The pleasure of getting a new toy
The day the belt arrived, I was very, very excited. I immediately tore open the box and inspected the belt. It was very well made and looked very secure. I thought to myself “I could never cut through that steel”. I threw off my skirt, pantyhose, and panties and put the waistband on (without the lock). I was a little concerned about how tightly it fits. I couldn’t take a full, deep breath with it on.
Next, I spread my legs slightly and pulled the front shield through, from the back. I took a sharp breath when the cold steel from the shield contacted with the warm flesh of my now soaking wet pussy. I attached the front shield and noticed how tightly it fit, and how far up the crack of my ass the rear wire went. I could feel the wire pressing against my anus. Most of all, I could feel the lips of my labia pressing through the small slit in the front of the shield. I put the optional front shield in place and then even the lips of my labia were covered. Next, I found the lock and keys (two of them), making sure that the keys actually worked, and then secured the lock on the belt. As I suspected, the “click” of the lock excited me on more than I had ever been. It took all my will to keep from removing it right then and there and finger fucking myself on the living room floor.
Instead, I walked around the room a little. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I thought to myself, “this is going to take some getting used to, but I think I can do it.” I reached down between my legs, and, strangely, was a little surprised to find that I couldn’t feel my pussy at all. With the optional front shield in place, no part of my pussy was visible, or accessible. I slid my hand around to the side of the shield and attempted to slide my index finger in, underneath the shield. I was able to push it under the shield, but not far, and I couldn’t bend it to touch myself. I tried the same experiment with my little finger, with the same results. I could touch the outside of my labia, but not the inside. I couldn’t touch my clit at all, and pushing a finger deeper into my pussy was clearly impossible. My hand continued to explore, and wound up behind me, attempting to access my sex from the back. At this angle, I could touch the very bottom of my pussy but would have had to be double-jointed to get to my pleasure spot.
Although it is not my favorite, I have in the past let men fuck me in the ass. I decided to attempt to insert my finger into my anus, to see if anal sex would still be possible. I could touch my anus with my finger, but couldn’t insert it more than about three-quarters of an inch. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I got out my favorite vibrator and decided to try to play with it. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal front shield. I would feel the vibrations on my waist, and on my thighs, where the front shield touched, but I couldn’t feel anything in my pussy. I tried to push it into me from behind, but this clearly was impossible. Next, I found my smallest vibrator and tried to push it into my asshole. It wouldn’t fit around the bar. I tried to insert a pin, and it would only fit about 1 inch – not enough to do anything with. By now, I was so horny I could barely see straight. I took off the belt and quickly fucked myself to an orgasm. I put the belt back on and decided to go over to Sonja’s to show her the belt.
When I got to Sonja’s, she could see from the excitement on my face that I was wearing the belt. “Well?” she asked. Fortunately, Bill, her husband, was working late so I could tell her all about my evening. As I was telling her about wearing it and attempting to touch myself, I could sense she was getting aroused. She asked, “Well, who are you going to have to keep your keys?” “What?” I asked, rather alarmed by her question. She explained, “Well dummy, if you have access to the keys, then a chastity belt doesn’t work because you can remove it any time you want.” I don’t know why, or how, but I hadn’t really thought about that. I said, “I don’t know, maybe I can just keep the keys at home.” She lifted her eyebrows, saying, with her facial expressions and without having to speak, “You know that will never work”. I told her that I didn’t know anyone who I could trust with the keys. I mean, any male that had my keys could just turn me into his own personal sex slave.
She said, “How would you feel about me keeping your keys for you? I’m a female …” I immediately objected. I told her it would just be too weird to have to ask her to remove the belt. She tried to convince me, but I would hear none of it. After I left her apartment, I still had what she said on my mind. I decided to stop at a bar, but just for a drink.
At the bar, I felt like I had this huge secret that I wanted everyone to know about. I was so horny just wondering if anyone noticed my belt. I met a man there and took him back to my place. When we got there, we began to kiss. I reached my hand down and rubbed his crotch. He reached down to rub mine, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was surprised by what he felt. I took off my pants and could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked what he saw. I asked him “Do you want to fuck me?” He, of course, replied “Yes”. I wanted to fuck him too. I was so horny that my hands were shaking as I was trying to unlock the lock. When I got the belt off, he fucked me till we both came. After he was finished he left and I felt empty again. I knew that I couldn’t keep control of my own keys.
The Relinquishing of the Keys
The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to. Someone, I work with? No way! I didn’t even want them to know about the belt? My parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was wearing the belt. Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already knew about the belt and she already told me she was willing to do it. I had known her since we were sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I called her that evening and asked her to come over so we could talk about my belt. She came over and I told her that I was considering giving her my keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold my keys for me, but she said that there would have to be some conditions. I asked her what the conditions would be.
She said, “First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your keys, second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be released from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control of your keys.” I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She suggested a month, but I was afraid of not having control of my sex for that long. I told her I only wanted to test this for a week. She accepted the time period of a week. Next, she suggested that she have complete discretion over when I was released from my belt, with the exception of medical emergencies. I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable with that and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would not agree to that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for the entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed to a week of denial.
Next, she said “Listen, if I am going to do this, I don’t want to lose you as a friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do during this week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You can’t get mad at me if I don’t release you from your belt during the week.” I agreed with her terms, knowing that she would release me early if I really, really wanted her to. She asked if I was wearing a belt. I wasn’t, so she told me to go put it on. I went into the other room and prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I was excited, nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with anticipation. I could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered getting out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I didn’t have time.
I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I knew that I wouldn’t feel anything except cold steel against my skin for the next week. I secured the waistband, then pulled the front shield around in front of me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my finger over my soaked clit one last time and lied to myself when I said: “you can do this; it’s just for one week”. As the cold steel of the shield touched my pussy, I gasped and bit my lip. I secured the shield, along with the additional front shied, then attached the lock and locked it. I could feel the shield pressing tightly against my pussy, pushing the lips of my labia through the slit in the shield, keeping my pussy securely positioned in the center of the shield. My hands were shaking and my knees were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a week. I put my panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my jeans. I went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.
She asked, “Well? Did you put it on?” “Yes”, I replied. She asked me for the keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said “Cindy, I know that this belt comes with two keys… Where’s the other one?” I sighed, knowing that I was caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As I was about to hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second thoughts. Sonja held out her hand and assured me that I was making the right decision. I reluctantly handed over the second key – I now had truly lost control of my sex for an entire week – how was I going to make it? Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a smile, announced that I had made the right decision.
She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First, she inspected the lock to ensure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on the waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again tried to shift the waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the shield. She pulled on the shield, ensuring that it was secure. Next, she tried to slide her fingers in underneath the shield. She began up near the waistband, where she could fit two fingers in under the shield. She slid her fingers down, under the shield, until it was too tight for her fingers to continue down any more. They were still several inches away from my pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and bend over. I did and she again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was secure at the bottom. She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the back and seem
A Week-Long Belting
About an hour after she left, I was hornier than I had ever been in my entire life. My clit ached to be touched and my pussy yearned to be filled. I decided to try again to defeat the belt. I removed my clothes and laid down on my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I could, and tried to fit any finger underneath the front shield. It was no use. Next, flipped over on my bed, got on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried to reach my pussy from behind. I couldn’t get my finger in far enough to do any good. I knew I could touch my anus, so I began to wonder if I could make myself orgasm by rubbing my anus. I got a little baby oil and put it on my asshole, then began to rub it with my finger. After 45 minutes of rubbing my asshole, my pussy was soaking wet with excitement, I was very stimulated, but I wasn’t close to reaching an orgasm. I tried to rub my nipples with the baby oil, but again I was unable to reach orgasm. I was so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed over to Sonja
Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not made it home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in and showed me into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch. Bill said that he was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved that I would be able to talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke. “Sonja, I’ve made a terrible mistake; you have to give me the keys back.” “Why?” she asked. “I can’t make it a whole week. I just can’t do it. I have to get this off of me tonight!” I said. She said “A deal is a deal. Cindy, this is what you agreed to; this is what you wanted. If I gave you back the keys, you and I both know that you would just regret it tomorrow.” “Listen”, I said, ” I have to cum. Just let me out for twenty minutes; I’ll go into the bathroom and take care of it.” “Cindy, my husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I just can’t let you out tonight” she said. “But… You have to. I just can’t wait” I pleaded
That night, I didn’t sleep for hours. I couldn’t stop thinking about the cold steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than anything in the world – no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than anything. I kept reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would somehow be able to touch my sex; I couldn’t. This was the first time since I was fourteen that I didn’t have at least one orgasm before I went to sleep. The next morning, I got up and went to work. At work, I could barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn’t think about anything except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so bad that it was tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja’s right after work, before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an eternity, but five o’clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to Sonja’s.
Sonja answered the door. “Sonja”, I said, “You have to unlock me. I have to get this belt off. I have to cum.” She replied, “Cindy, don’t you remember agreeing to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don’t you?” “Well… Yes… But…” I mumbled. “Well…”, she interrupted, “This is my decision. The belt stays locked.” “LISTEN, YOU BITCH”, I shouted, “LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED BELT RIGHT NOW!” I immediately regretted what I said. Sonja looked shocked. She could see that I was desperate. She sighed and agreed to release me. She said “I will open the shield, but the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield off for thirty minutes, then I am locking it back on you. You can have some privacy in my bedroom. That’s the most I am willing to do.” Relieved, I accepted her terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her. She excused herself and went into the other room to get the key. She came back and unlocked t
Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn’t wait to “take care of business”. I only wished that I had thought to bring my vibrator; oh well, my fingers would have to do. Laying on the bed with the front shield hanging between my legs was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to complain. I reached down between my legs and was delighted to feel my cunt. I slid two fingers from my left hand into my pussy and used two fingers from my right hand to rub my soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost immediately. I was convinced that Sonja could hear me in the other room but I didn’t care. I came one more time and was building up to what felt like was going to be a huge orgasm when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, legs spread, with two fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, but as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the covers. I was so embarrassed that she had seen me that way.
“Thirty minutes is up”, she said. “Ok, I just need a few more minutes”, I replied, hoping that she would agree. “Cindy, a deal is a deal. Pull the front shield back up”, she demanded. “I was just about to cum. I was so close. I have to finish”, I pleaded. “You came twice; I could hear you all the way in the living room. Pull the front shield up NOW!” she insisted. I knew it was no use, so I reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield up. She unlocked the lock, secured the front shield, and locked the lock back in place. After she was convinced that the lock was properly secured, she left the room and allowed me to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving her apartment, I thanked her for releasing me and apologized for leaving a wet spot on her bedspread. She told me that this was the only time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if I convinced her once, I could do it again – she’s always been sort of a pushover. I went home and slept much better that night.
The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to Sonja’s that night and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This became my routine that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja’s, and each day she caved in and released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I was pleased with myself for not having had sex with a man the entire week. That was the first week since I was sixteen that I had not been laid at least once in a week. I felt a real sense of satisfaction, even though I knew that the belt was the only reason why I hadn’t tried to get laid. On the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to Sonja’s to be released from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was up. With a disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. “What’s wrong?”, I asked. “You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You learned nothing, and you accomplished nothing” she announced. “What do you mean, nothing? I haven’t had sex for a whole week…”, I reasoned.
That weekend, I fucked more men than I can count. I know I slept with at least eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt more empty and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the belt hadn’t helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer; I just didn’t know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys again.
Monday morning, I put my belt on under my clothes and went to work. After work, I went over to Sonja’s. It was the first time I had spoken to her since she gave me back my keys. She answered the door and looked at me with a hint of displeasure. I could tell that she knew what I was going to ask her to do. She invited me in and we went into her living room. I told her that I wanted her to hold my keys again. She refused, saying that I had made a mockery of the entire week. I told her that I would do better and I pleaded with her to hold my keys for another week. She said that she would think about it and then she asked me to leave. I left and headed for home. On the way home, I stopped by a bar and picked up a guy. We went back to my house and fucked like madmen. After he left, I cried. I hoped and prayed that Sonja would decide to hold my keys again.
The next day, I called Sonja from work and asked her if she had reconsidered. She said that she had, and would hold my keys, but only if I completely agreed to her conditions. She told me to come over that evening, wearing the belt, with both keys. Excited, I rushed home after work, put on the belt, got the keys, and hurried over to her apartment to hear her conditions. On my way over, I realized that I had been in such a hurry that I had forgotten to masturbate. I wondered when my next opportunity to cum would be. I considered going back to my place for a quick orgasm but I decided to continue over to Sonja’s. When I got there, she asked if I was wearing a belt. I lifted my skirt and showed her that I was. She led me into the living room, where a piece of paper was laying on the coffee table. The title of the paper read “Chastity Belt Contract”. I was uneasy, but I sat down. She pushed the paper towards me, and I picked it up and read it. It read as follows:
Chastity Belt Contract
I, Cindy, agree to give complete control of my genitalia to Sonja for an unspecified period of time to be determined solely by Sonja. I agree to wear a chastity belt to prevent all contact with my genitalia for as long as Sonja deems necessary. I accept that Sonja may, but is not required to, allow the removal of the chastity belt for any of the following reasons: medical emergencies, hygiene, masturbation, and sexual intercourse. Furthermore, to help discourage annoying behavior, I explicitly agree that Sonja can not release me for at least 24 hours after any time that I request or demand to be released. I accept these terms freely, and with full knowledge, and hereby forfeit any rights to challenge this document in the future.
I, Sonja, agree to accept complete control of Cindy’s genitalia for an unspecified period of time deemed necessary by myself. I agree to hold the keys to Cindy’s chastity belt until I feel that Cindy’s behavior has been adequately modified. I agree to allow Cindy to be released from her belt at least once weekly, for thirty minutes, under terms and conditions to be determined solely by myself. I agree to allow her to, if she wishes, have sex through stimulation of the clitoris in a manner to be determined solely by myself until an orgasm is achieved, at least once weekly. This sex will be without a partner or with a partner of my choice, at my sole discretion. To help discourage annoying behavior, I agree that, under no circumstances, shall Cindy be released from her belt for at least 24 hours after any time that she requests or demands to be released.
“I’m not signing this”, I exclaimed. “Well, that’s the only way that I will agree to do this”, she smugly replied. “You want me to give over control to you indefinitely? I can’t do that; I won’t do that”, I replied. “Okay, suit yourself. But, if you read my part of the contract you will see that I will allow you to have sex at least once weekly if you want to”, she answered. I thought very hard about it. I knew that I brought this on myself with all my whining last week. I knew that her bark was worse than her bite and that if I really needed to, I could convince her to release me. Besides, most women I know don’t even have sex once a week. If they can do it, so can I. “OK, OK, I’ll do it”, I sighed. She handed me a pen and I signed the document before I could second guess myself. She signed it too and asked me for my keys. I held out my hand with the keys in my palm. She took the keys from my hand, looked at me with a slight grin and said, “This is going to change your life”. At the time, I had no idea how I’m going to survive.
The First Strict Enforcement
I didn’t sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to Sonja’s house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I asked her to let me out. She said “Cindy, not only will I not do that, but according to our contract. I now can’t let you out for at least 24 hours.” I argued, “Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to…”, she closed the door in my face. I couldn’t believe it. I rang the doorbell and she just shouted through the door, “Cindy, go home, we’re not going to go through this again”. “GODDAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA” I screamed, “GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!” She never did answer the door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes to “escort” me out of the building. I couldn’t believe what that bitch had done. I was pissed.
That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that Sonja didn’t take it personally. I decided to go back there the following day and try a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched – it had been over 48 hours since the last time I came. The following day, after work I went back to Sonja’s. When she answered the door, I apologized to her for my behavior the following day. My apology wasn’t sincere, but I really wanted to be released from the belt and I knew that I would have to be nice to convince her to do it. I would have told her anything to let me out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the couch.
“Well?” I asked. “Well, what?” she replied. “Never mind,” I said in a dejected tone. “Oh, so that’s what this is all about? Do you think that if you are nice to me I will release you? Dream on sister. I’m still a little pissed about being called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a little more respectful of me – after all, I decide how long you wear that thing. It could be a week, or it could be years…” she said in an angry tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I was speechless; Sonja had never spoken to me that way. “Come back Saturday night for your weekly release and sex, if you want” she seethed. At that, she dismissed me. I cried that entire night. I didn’t dare disturb her for the rest of the week. By Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn’t think straight. My clit felt like it was swollen to the size of a d-cell battery and it tingled so bad it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an orgasm and I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to forget to pack
The Secret Revealed (lesbian bitch!)
When I arrived at Sonja’s, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh-high boots. The boots came up to about two inches below her skirt, and I could see from the skin exposed that she was not wearing pantyhose. “Did I come at a bad time?”, I asked. I didn’t want to piss her off, so I decided to be on my best behavior. “No, no, come inside” she replied. She led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch. “Where’s Bill?” I asked. “He’s out of town on business this weekend, we’re all alone” she replied. “Why are you dressed like that, are you going out tonight?” I asked, puzzled at her intentions. “Maybe”, she replied. “Well, you told me to come back Saturday night for sex, and so here I am. I brought my favorite toy and I have been really looking forward to this” I said in an excited tone.
“Well… First, we need to talk” she said in a mischievous voice, “I don’t know if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital problems. He cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been unable to forgive him for it. We haven’t had sex since then and, honestly, I am only still with him for the financial support”. “Oh my God Sonja, I’m so sorry to hear that”, I gasped. “It’s okay Cindy, it really isn’t as much of a loss as you might think. Before we were married, the sex was okay, but after a couple of years of marriage, things began to change. I don’t know if I have ever told you this, but the only way I can have an orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don’t even like vaginal intercourse – it hurts me – and I only let my husband fuck me for his pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out before he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage, he wouldn’t even do that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?”
“Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed to love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another woman is disgusting” I replied. She answered “Well, I don’t think I was ever really a lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men won’t go down on a woman, and even the ones that did could never do as good of a job as any woman who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a woman’s mouth. They know what feels good, so they know how to make me feel good. I didn’t like returning the favor, but I knew that if I didn’t they would never eat me again. It was disgusting, but I ate them so they would eat me.”
“What has this got to do with me?” I nervously asked. She answered “Well, I’m getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I know that he had it with you.” All the blood drained out of my face. What she said was true, but I just couldn’t believe that she knew. “No Sonja, that’s just not true” I pleaded. “Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore,” she said calmly, “I followed him to your little meeting place. That was when I vowed to get you back. I didn’t know then how I was going to do it, but now I do.” My heart was beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared. I was afraid of what she had in mind, but I didn’t want to think about it. She continued, “I know you fucked him at least 20 times, and you are going to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for each time you fucked him. You are going to get so used to eating my little cunt that you will dream of it in your sleep.” “Give me my keys, right now” I demanded in a firm voice.
“Shut the fuck up and listen to you whore”, she sneered back. “You can’t make do this. I won’t do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with you.” I said. She replied “True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty pussy of yours again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I tell you to do it.” I replied “Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go to the police.” “You can do that if you want, but let me show you something first”, she replied. She reached over and picked up the remote control for the television. She turned on the television and then pressed play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV shocked me. It was me, on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like the end of the world was coming. “You taped me?” I asked. “It sure looks that way, and if you don’t want this to go to everyone you know – your friends, your coworkers, your boss, and your parents – you won’t go to the police, and you won’t try to remove the belt. Understood?” she asked. I was caught. I couldn’t
“Well Cindy” she replied, “I will honor the contract, but re-read the contract. It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that you can have sex at least once a week, but it doesn’t say that you will be released to have sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will remove your belt for 30 minutes once each week.” “Well, what about the orgasm? How am I supposed to have an orgasm with that damn belt on?” I demanded. Sonja smugly replied “It said that you could have sex through stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm is achieved if you wanted. It didn’t say what kind of sex or who’s clit was going to get stimulated. I, unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex. If you want, you can have sex, in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at least once a week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before you will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours.”
I began to cry. “Sonja, you can’t do this, you just can’t” I begged. “Oh, I can, and I will” she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her sexual excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her tremendously. “This is how the game works”, she continued “You will be held in that belt at least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that’s 100 for everyone that you gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you are an obedient little slave, I might allow you to buy an orgasm for yourself by selling me back ten of mine. For example, if you have a tongue fucked me 20 times, you only owe me 1980 more orgasms. If you have done a good job and I choose to allow you to pleasure yourself, it will cost you ten of the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe me 1990 orgasms.” At that, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large mound of pubic hair above it. It was also very wet.
“Get on your knees” she demanded. “I’m not touching that” I replied. “Fine, then get the fuck out of my house, and don’t come back until you have learned to respect my orders” she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I laid there, on the ground sobbing. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. This time, I left before the doorman could get there. I went home and cried. I tried like hell to get that damn belt off. I tried to pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the movies, but it was useless. I had to feel my pussy, but I couldn’t. I hated Sonja for what she was doing. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke. Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me today. I called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one question: “Are you ready to obey my orders?” I said “Sonja, can’t we talk about this? Will you please let me out of this belt?” Sonja replied by simply repeating “Are you ready to obey my orders?” I pleaded “Sonja, please. I can’t do that, I just can’t. I’m not gay and I don’t think I could bring myself to do what you have asked me to do.” The phone went dead – that bitch had just hung up on me. I seriously considered calling her back and telling her that I would do it, but I just couldn’t. I am not gay and I couldn’t bring myself to touch another woman in an intimate way.
The First Submission
By the next Saturday, my pussy hadn’t been touched in twelve days. I knew that if I ever wanted to get feel it again I was going to have to do something. I decided that I would give in to Sonja’s demands. I would rub Sonja’s clit with my hand until she came. That would probably be enough for her and maybe she would let me out of this damn belt. I called her and again asked, “Are you ready to obey my orders?” “Yes”, I whispered. “What did you say? Speak louder” she demanded. “YES!” I said, “I’ll obey your orders.” I couldn’t believe that I had said it. I didn’t know how I was going to go through with this. “I want you to pleasure me with your tongue. Say you will pleasure me with your tongue,” she demanded. “I will pleasure you,” I said in a timid voice. “How will you pleasure me?” she asked. “With my hands” I replied. “No, you slut, you’ll do it with your tongue. Do you understand me?” she snapped.
I was hoping that using my hands would be enough, but it looked like Sonja had other plans for me. “Okay”, I whispered. “Okay what?” she demanded, “I want to hear you say what you are going to do and how you are going to do it.” Defeated, I replied “I… I will pleasure you… I will pleasure you with my tongue. Are you happy now?” “Look you, little whore, you had better lose that attitude quick. Leave your door unlocked, I’ll be over in thirty minutes. I want you to be on the floor, kneeling, waiting for me, wearing only your chastity belt when I arrive. If you don’t obey all of these conditions I’ll walk back out the door and we won’t talk again for a month.” she demanded. With that, she hung up the phone before I could reply. I drank a glass of wine, removed my clothes, and knelt down on the floor, and waited for her to arrive.
As I knelt there waiting, all I could think about was how I could get out of this situation. Thirty minutes passed and still, Sonja had not arrived. Forty, then fifty minutes passed. I was afraid she wasn’t going to show up but I didn’t dare move. After a full hour had passed, the door opened and Sonja came walking in. She was wearing a black overcoat. Before I could say a word she spoke, “The only thing that you are to use your tongue for this evening is to give me pleasure. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand.” “But Sonja…” I began. She cut me off and said “You stupid whore, you don’t get it. I said you are not to speak. I’ll give you another month to think about it.” She turned around and began to leave. “No! Wait! I’ll be good, I promise I won’t say another word! Please don’t go!” I pleaded.
She walked to the door, locked it, and turned back around. Without saying a word, she walked straight up to me, took my hair in her hands and led me into the bedroom on my knees, by my hair, forcing my nose close to her ass. When we were in the bedroom she threw her overcoat onto the floor. She was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday night – a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh-high boots. I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and could tell that she was very, very aroused. I could not say the same for myself. I was so nervous that I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to do this? I couldn’t bring myself to lick her, but I knew that is what she expected me to do. For the first time since I put on the belt, I wasn’t horny. I wanted to be anywhere except in that bedroom.
Sonja wasted no time. She sat down on the edge of my bed, facing me. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy to me. As I expected, she was again wearing no panties. “Crawl over here on your hands and knees and get to work on my pussy” she demanded. I mouthed, “Please…”, not really saying it, just moving my mouth to form the word. “Do it, you little whore!” she barked. I did as I was told and slowly began to crawl towards her. With each foot I moved forward, I frantically tried to think of some way out of this. Maybe I could still just use my hands. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. The closer I got to her, the stronger the smell was from her cunt. When I got to her, I paused and then began to kiss her thigh-high boot. I looked up at her and she seemed to be enjoying the moment, but I knew that she would quickly grow impatient with me kissing her boot. I moved up and began to kiss her thigh. Maybe if I kissed her thighs I could get away with just giving her a handjob. I reached my right hand
She gasped when I touched her pussy with my hand. I looked up and she had tilted her head back. I could tell that she was really enjoying this. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb. She began to moan and I began to think that I might be able to get away with using my hands and not my mouth. After about a minute, she lifted her leg, placed it on my shoulder, and pushed me away from her. “Stand up and turn around” she commanded. I did as I was told. I heard as I felt something metal clasp around my right wrist. Before I could react, she had pulled both wrists behind my back and I felt the same clasp around my left wrist. I immediately knew that she had just locked me in handcuffs. “You were cheating,” she said smugly. “You know that you are to serve me with your tongue, and you were trying to get away with not doing it. This is what happens to the bad little slave – they get handcuffed. Get back down on your knees and put your tongue where your thumb was. NOW!” she demanded. Sl
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to kiss her clit, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. “Please don’t make mmmmphhhh!” I sobbed as she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her waiting cunt. I closed my lips tightly but I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my lips and face. My nose was buried deep into her thick mound of pubic hair. “LICK!” she commanded. My first impulse was to bite her hard, but I thought about my situation and decided that it would be a mistake. I was terrified. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I felt like I was going to throw up. “LICK!” she again ordered, this time pulling my hair so hard that I wanted to scream out in pain. I had no choice but to do as I was told. I opened my mouth, put my lips around her clit and began to lick her with my tongue.
Ugh, I hated the taste of her cunt. She began to moan loudly. “FASTER!” she commanded. I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit as quickly as I could. Her grip on my hair eased up slightly but I continued to lick furiously because I was afraid of what she would do if I stopped. I tried to think of something else – warm beaches, shopping, anything – but all I could think about was the fact that I was being forced to lick another woman’s pussy. I wished more than anything that I hadn’t had the affair with Bill. All the times he fucked me was not worth even one second of being forced to eat Sonja’s pussy, and I feared that this was only the first of many, many times. After twenty minutes of sheer hell, I could tell that Sonja was getting close to having an orgasm.
“Thank God” I thought to myself, “This will all be over soon”. As I continued to lick, she began to moan louder, and then to scream. She forced my mouth onto her crotch even harder and began to grind her pussy up and down my mouth as she screamed “Oh God! I’m going to cum! Make me cum you, little whore!” Her legs began to quiver violently and I could tell that she was beginning to orgasm. Then, I felt something warm and wet squirt out all over my chin and neck. Her entire body went into convulsions and she screamed “Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God yes!” Next, she pulled my mouth away from her pussy but forced my face into her pussy and rubbed her pussy all over it, covering my face with her wetness.
Next, she forced my nose deep into her slit and held me there while she recovered from her orgasm. As I knelt there with my nose inside her pussy, waiting obediently for her to allow me to pull my head away, I felt more humiliated than I ever had in my entire life. After a minute, she looked down at me and said “That was barely acceptable, but I will let it slide because it was your first time. You had better learn quick how to do a better job or you will never feel your nasty little pussy again. Look at the mess you’ve made. You let my cum get all over my legs and ass. Lick me clean.” The warmth that I had felt squirt against my chin when she came was actually ejaculation. I had heard that some women did actually ejaculate when they came, but I didn’t think it was true. The fluid was thicker and had a much stronger taste and smell than her regular juices – and there was a lot of it, at least as much as any man I had blown.
Already defeated, I swallowed hard and did as I was told. I licked all the juices off her thighs, and then off her ass; taking care not to lick her anus. “You missed a spot” she purred, as she pushed my head down to her asshole. I licked the juice off her anus. “Very good, my slave”, now swallow” she ordered as she lifted my head from between her thighs. I swallowed her cum as I was told to do. “Just think, one down, One thousand nine hundred ninety-nine to go” she said with a wicked smile. I cried as she got up and put on her coat. She walked over and unlocked the handcuffs and put them in the pocket of her coat.
“Please, please, I’m begging you, please release me from this belt. I promise that what happened with Bill will never, ever happen again. Just please, set me free” I sobbed. “You’re right, it will never happen again. You made your own bed, you little slut when you fucked my husband. Now you’re going to lay in it whether you want to or not. Expect to do this all again tomorrow” she said as she walked out the door.
I ran to the door and locked it, and then ran to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth for ten minutes, then jumped in the shower and held my face under the scalding hot water until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I scrubbed and scrubbed to try to get her juices off of me, but I just couldn’t seem to scrub enough to feel clean. After about an hour in the shower, I dried off and went to bed. This had been the worst day of my entire life, but I feared that it was only one of many, many to come. I knew that Sonja would expect the same thing the following evening.
My clit ached to be touched the way that I had touched Sonja’s earlier, but I feared that it would be a long, long time before Sonja would let me have an orgasm. I cried myself to sleep, wondering how I was going to bring myself to do it all again the next evening.
It was a warm, autumn day in September. My car rolled up to Jaques school of ballet. I was excited to be going, hand selected from St Peter’s Catholic to learn at the most prestigious and most secretive ballet school on the planet. Not many knew what made their dancers dance with such passion, but I had to learn. Dancing was my life! My everything!
My parents guided me to my dorm room and helped me unpack. A dark-haired girl with a knock-out body was making her bed. Did I mention I’m a lesbian?
“I’m Leah, pleased to meet you!” I opened.
“Maria.” She replied. She eyed my body as if measuring me in her head. “Hey, did you hear about the weird welcoming ceremony they have? They have all these cards. Mine says “D-KH”
I pull the card out of the folder they gave me “S-CB”. “Strange. I wonder what these letters stand for.”
We hear a knock on the door. “It’s time to register, ladies! You don’t want to be late!” Says the RA. She gives me a knowing look. “Especially you.”
I’m a bit flustered, but I decide not to question. We rush to the registration room. There’s fitting rooms to the right and left beside it, and a tough looking man inside the room on the left. A bored registrar sits behind the counter. “Cards please!” She robotically sequesters. Maria and I give her our cards. She gestures to Maria “You, head over to the fitting room on the right.” Maria trots off. The registrar looks at me, a slight facial twitch betraying mild amusement. “You’re off to the fitting room on the left.”
I walk into the fitting room. Racks of leotards and dance dresses stretch across the left, but what catches my eye are the collars and metal underwear carefully out of view on the left. I begin taking my clothes off so I could be properly fitted. “Precision fitted attire!” They said. Just the thought of it sounded professional.
“Leah…36, 28, 34. Nice figure, if a little heavy for a ballerina. The Jaques is prime for motivating ahem certain behaviors.” He grabs one of the metal underwear contraptions off the wall. “Here, step in.” I didn’t want to cause problems on my first day, still, I found myself saying “Excuse me, sir, what is that? It doesn’t seem like anything I’ve ever seen in any dance studio.” He grunted “You signed a waiver saying we get to choose your attire. Now step in.”
He was right. I did sign such a waiver, thinking of how great a team of professional dancers in form fitted clothing must look. In no position to argue I stepped in. He quickly lifted the belt over my hips and tightened the whole thing. The crotch band felt unusually tight against my pussy and the belt was snug against my hips. He brought the whole thing together with a pin and a lock right under my belly button.
“Hey, what is this thing? It doesn’t seem kosher.” He ignored me. He then grabbed a collar out from the rack and locked it around my neck. A little skittish I said, “This doesn’t seem right.” Again, silence. He then fitted me with a pink pair of tights and a pink leotard. He smugly said “This won’t be your last time here. Now run along to the opening ceremony.” I was more than a little disturbed.
Off to a big auditorium, I found Maria and sat in a table next to her. There was an envelope on the table marked “Maria D-KH” There was only a card on my spot saying “Leah S-CB” An announcer is giving details about the curriculum. I can barely listen as I’m thinking about the metal underwear and collar I’m wearing. Maria whispers “Hey, where were you? And what’s with the collar?”
“I don’t know, but I’m a little afraid of what’s going on here!” I reply, my voice shook a little.
“Oh relax,” Maria says. “Don’t tell me you’re frightened of your first day of school.”
“Of course not!” I shot back, unsure if I believe my own words.
“Quiet, girls!” A nearby counselor admonishes.
“And now I invite the lucky ones to open their envelopes!” The announcer beams, with a little mirth. Lucky ones? “Read the note to yourselves.”
I watch intensely as Maria opens the envelope and carefully extracts the note. As she reads a devilish smile spreads across her face. The look in her eyes scares me–half excitement, half lust, and all sadistic. I’m afraid of what would happen next. She stares at my collar, then my crotch, and grins.
“You girls are dismissed to your dorm rooms, you have a lot to talk about!”
My roommate, my keyholder
We rush back to the dorm. I keep asking Maria what’s on the note. She smirks and says “You’ll want to hear it in private.” We can’t get to the dorm room fast enough.
Maria gets in first, I come in shortly after and she closes the door behind me. “So! I understand you’re wearing some interesting undergarments. STRIP!” Taken aback by my roommate’s new confidence, I strip with automatic obedience. Except for my metal underwear and collar. “What is this stuff!?” I ask, panicking.
And panic I should. For her answer. “The collar, is, well a collar. And around your crotch” She paused to grin and give a sultry laugh “Is a stainless steel chastity belt!”
“A chastity belt. According to this note, it prevents you from having sex, or even masturbating.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I needed it off. I pulled and tugged. “Hehehe, they said you might try that. Go ahead!” Maria seemed to be enjoying this way too much.
I explored my new prison. I tried to get a finger under the crotch shield. I couldn’t even get a fingernail. I tried to push it down, but it was flush against my hips. I tried a combination, seeing if I could get the belt to give just a little and slip my finger under. After rubbing my fingers raw I eventually gave up and simply banged on the belt. I was starting to get a little aroused, but I hid it.
“I bet you could really use this right now!” Maria dangled a key.
“Oh my gosh, you have to give me that key” I roared.
“Not so fast. Let me read you the letter.”
It appears we owe you two sets of congratulations. First is for making it into our program. I’m sure you are not too shocked about that part. Jaques School of Ballet prides itself on choosing the best dancers and filling them with the passion that allows them to bring the burning soul of the heart into their performances. Our second congratulations are that due to your dominant personality, much of this burning soul already exists in you. Some others, like your roommate, were not so lucky.
Paired with each dominant talented student is a submissive student in need of guidance to build and nurture that passion you already have. In our experience, we’ve found such students are often distracted, allowing their passions to escape through other means. Often they need these passions contained, so they can be directed on the art of ballet. This is where the procedure comes in.
Your roommate has been fitted with a collar and chastity belt, to aid your journey in making her as focused, disciplined, and passionate as you are. We’ve handed you the keys so you can reward her when necessary, and fan the flames when she needs it. As a natural dominant, we trust you will handle her the way she needs to be handled, and do what must be done to ensure that she burns as bright as she’s capable. We also included some attachments for her collar and some other necessary items. I’m sure you’re creative enough to employ them correctly.
Headmaster A Caum.
“I don’t believe my ears!” I need to get out of here! They can’t do this to us! Unlock me so I can make my escape.” I demand.
“That’s an awful lot of big talk for someone who can’t even masturbate on her own. Tell me, what’s it like to wear it.” She coyly replies.
“Just give me the keys” I shoot back.
“You can forget it. I always dreamed of taking power over a girl, but I never thought it’d be so easy. You’re not getting these keys. Partly because you already agreed to be here, and partly because it amuses and arouses me. So again, what’s it like?”
“I don’t need to talk to you.”
“Let me put this in terms you will understand. You can get out tonight, or you can stay in for months. It’s just as easy to do either for me, they gave me the combination to that safe as well, where the keys will stay until I see a use for them. So if you ever want to play with your sweet little pussy again, you’ll tell me how it feels.”
“Fine. I feel trapped, helpless, and a little aroused.” I finally respond.
“Wonderful. And sexy. Time to get dressed for class.”
I pull on my tights. Then I put the leotard over it. Then I feel a chain drop against my neck and two locks click into place. “What’s that?”
“Just making sure you’re committed. They gave me all sorts of fun toys! God help you if you’re naughty.”
I grumble and we get going to class.
Sweat is not the only thing that make you wet
Class ends up being more trying than I thought. One of my favorite parts of the ballet was seeing a bunch of skinny girls in skin-tight clothing. With my metal groin-prison, this was suddenly an exercise in frustration. We did our jumps and pointe. We pranced and danced. All the while I notice a growing sexual urge beneath the cold steel belt. I was getting wet down there for sure. I wondered if it showed.
“Class dismissed!” Normally the words would be music to my ears, but somehow I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much without being able to enjoy myself. I went into the bathroom to see what I could do.
First I asked a girl to help me unzip. “I’m afraid I can’t. It’s a little…locked in place. Your domme must be a mean one!”
I growl “I can’t stand that girl.” I sit down and realize I can’t actually pee either. Not without looking like I wet myself. A damp spot is a sweat, a trail down my leg…well everyone would know what that is. I guess I just have to hold it. I moved to more pressing topics, trying to rub myself off through the belt. My vag is competing with my mouth for slickness and my clit is burning for attention. I rub and rub but the fiendish belt was designed to just miss my clit. A knock on the door: “You better hurry up if you want lunch!” I groan in frustration and storm out.
Maria finds me at lunch. “So how was your first class? Frustrating?” she coquettishly suggests.
Startled I said “How did you know?”
“I saw you checking me out. I know you’re into girls. You didn’t think you were being subtle, did you? You must be dying to get out of that belt.” She toyed with me.
“You have no idea. Look, can you please just let me out?”
“No way! I’m having too much fun. But if you have to, you can speak with the headmaster. I’m sure you can straighten things out with him.”
I drop what I’m doing and rush over to his office. I run into his secretary instead. I notice she has a collar seems to be slightly flush. “Can I speak with Mr. Headmaster?” I ask.
“Having trouble adjusting?” The secretary replies in a sultry voice.
“Come see him after class. Six, perhaps?” “It couldn’t be soon enough, but ok.” I say.
“Tata! Don’t have giggle too much fun at class!” She teased. What was wrong with this place?
I was barely aroused at the start of the first class, and I walked way more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I don’t know if I could take this next class. The instructor starts. “I assume you all found some passion in your warmup class. Now it’s time to see what you’re made of.” We dance, and I find already I’m making the moves sexy. My hips are sauntering. I’m thrusting every time it works with the movement. My lust brought forth a dancing talent I had not known. Maybe something did work about this. But it wasn’t right! Why did I have to suffer? By the end of the class, my teacher was quite impressed.
“It seems we have a bright young prodigy! Leah, you were destined to dance. And like all those destined for greatness, you may have to work hard and make sacrifices to make the most of your beautiful talent. I hope you’re up to that challenge.”
I thought about it, and I was flattered if I could feel anything other than the desperate need to rip this belt off and rub my clit to an explosion. “Thank you master tom! I do my best”.
“I can’t wait to see how you are tomorrow” he smirks knowingly.
“I loved your performance. It was quite hot!” Maria said, undressing in our dorm room. When the tights came off, I couldn’t help but notice a little glisten.
“That’s nice, Maria, but could you please let me out of everything now? I really need to pee!” I was wiggling, not sure whether I was more desperate for orgasm or simply peeing.
“When you get back from your appointment. But first, I’m feeling a little tense.” She grabbed a vibrator out from the desk drawer.
“You can’t be serious. Now? In front of me?”
“That makes it more fun!”
The dominant power rush
I glare at her.
She slid the vibrator into her glistening sex and moaned a little. A few seconds later her eyes locked onto me. “Listen, Leah, I’m going to say this plainly. I love having this power over you. They were right about me being dominant, I was born to do this and it turns me on so much to watch you in heat. Everything you do, from how your cheeks flush to how your hips bucked just then gets me all slick and wet inside. I could masturbate to this all day, and I probably will. You, on the other hand, are going to be my plaything. You’ll build that passion for sure because I’m going to make sure orgasms are a rare treat for you. When you show me you can dance as well as me. You earned a reward today.” She pauses as her impending orgasm forces her to breathe heavily. She breaths faster and faster. She shuts her eyes. Finally, her whole body contracts and she lets out a soft scream. “God that was good. Best I’ve ever had. I bet you’re jealous.”
Jealous didn’t begin to describe it. I was stabbed somewhere between my heart and my puss with pure, primal envy. My knees had buckled, and I was grinding involuntarily on the floor where I had been standing. Slowly I regained my ability to stand, pussy dripping wet, and clit burning like a smoldering ember. “Run along now! You don’t want to be late! I hear the headmaster frowns on subs that are late.”
I rush through the halls in desperate heat. I’m still wearing the same pink outfit I’d been wearing since the day started, its crotch now soaking with my juices. I looked like I had a small accident. An accident! Suddenly all the need to pee came rushing back. I had neither the time nor the ability to remove my clothes, so I pressed onward.
“So, Leah, I hear you are having difficulty adjusting! What seems to be the trouble.” The headmaster beams, knowingly.
“I think you know it’s this horrible belt. I can’t stop thinking about…you know. And Maria keeps teasing me further!” I protest, vigorously.
“Now now, I know the first day takes some getting used to. As for legality, we did specify a dress code, and the chastity belt does count as an article of clothing. Tell me, Leah, have you ever felt so alive and in touch with your body?”
I thought about it. He was right. All the intense sexual passion had caused me to feel everything in my body. Every movement, every sensation was intensified by this sexual charge. “No” I softly whispered.
“And sexually, is there no pleasure to it? Is it really just pain?”
I may have been frustrated, but I’d never been so aroused in my life either. Despite all my protest, the submissive in me was enjoying this a bit. There was a bit of a high that being sexually denied was giving me in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Such a darling little submissive. I knew we had you pegged. The belt may seem cruel and unusual, but we are very selective about who we put in them, and who we choose to pair off. Maria is well talented and has the perfect attitude. She’s been in special classes to learn just how to bring the best out in you. If you can just relax and trust that we’re molding you into the perfect ballerina, I think you’ll come to realize that all of this can become a source of joy. We don’t want to hurt you, we just want to harness your energy! Have you ever felt such erotic passion in your life?”
My raging groin wanted me to protest, but in my heart, I knew he was right. Ironically being trapped in the belt had ignited an erotic passion I’d never known, I didn’t know I could know. It wasn’t just great for my dance, I was discovering a new side to my sexuality. “No…”
“Don’t you want to see how far it can go?”
“Do you still want to leave?”
“Off you go then. I’m sure Maria wants to show you something special!”
I rush back to Maria’s dorm, still wiggling from needing to pee. I knock desperately on the door. It opens. Maria is naked from the top down. She produces a key. “Are you ready for a reward?”
“OH GOD YES! PLEASE MARIA!” I half begged half shout, and half scream. I was never good at math.
“Great.” She fits the key into my collar lock and pulls my leotard off. My tights quickly follow.
“I bet you’ve been dying to go to the bathroom. Have fun! Enjoy your reward!” I get flustered. I totally plan to have some fun time in the bathroom.
“But the belt! I can’t pee in the belt!”
“Sure you can, didn’t you notice the pee holes?”
“Yes silly! So you can pee without us having to remove your belt!”
My hopes were dashed. I rush to the bathroom and squat over. I let loose. The pee slowly drips down through the mesh. I take a good look, I can see my labia through the holes. I see my clit peeking through the hole closest to the front, trapped like a caged animal. So close and yet so far. By the time I’m done urinating I’m fully aroused.
“Did you enjoy your reward?”
“I let you pee, silly! You must be relieved!”
It was true. I was relieved. And more frustrated and horny than ever. “You can’t be serious.”
“Today was a good first step, but you have a long way to go. I can’t wait for you to earn fun with feathers. Actually, you can earn a few points tonight. How’s your oral?”
“I..uh…do you mean?”
“Just because you’re stuck helplessly yearning for relief doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun. Come on! Maybe it’ll help to give selflessly. Like community service!”
I start licking. My clit burns with envious passion as I gently tease her with my tongue. Her sex glistening lightly, her clit hot with passion, I lick furiously with my tongue. She grabs my hair and presses my face in harder. I lick with all my might as fast as possible. I hear her panting. I lick harder, my own sex bucking and twitching trying vainly to latch onto vicarious freedom while being filled with envy. Finally, I feel her pussy twitch, and I know it’s coming. Her thighs squeeze my head like it’s in a vice and I can barely breathe. Finally, as I wonder if I’m going to die frustrated, between a beautiful girl’s legs, she lets me breathe.
“That was…whoo. You do need some work though. I think you’ve earned your choice of pjs for the night, and as much time as you need to giggle enjoy your frustration. No cold showers until I get to sleep, though. I want your first night to be special!”
She lays blissfully asleep while I continue to grind the bed in frustration. Finally, exhausted, I drop onto my pillow. Watching Maria’s peaceful afterglow and feeling world war three in my pussy, I feel a warm, selfless love for the girl.
I think maybe this is for the best as I drift off to sleep.
In Ballet, Males Are Always Secondary.
“Mr. Moscowitz, I understand you wish to do a column on us! Please! Have a seat!” Headmaster Caum greeted in a friendly, calm manner.
“Yes Mr. Caum, the world has been buzzing about the talent put forth by Jacque’s School of Ballet. There’s has been a lot of speculation and quite a few interesting rumors out there about your unorthodox training techniques. I’m dying to take a tour of your campus!” I had heard rumors that the school had been using some kind of sexual technique to bring out the passion in their students. I wasn’t sure if it was entirely legal. I was 23 and just out of journalism school, so I had to get the scoop.
We discussed the history of the school. It wasn’t much as it had just sprung up in the last five years. Headmaster Caum had invested a substantial amount of money from his own assets to found Jacque’s. The school wasn’t named after anyone, but instead, the name “Jacque” was chosen for marketing reasons. It was originally small but grew fast when the first class of formerly mediocre students started dancing on the professional level after. How Mr. Caum happened across these students was somewhat of a mystery. Neither he, nor they, seemed willing to discuss their origins.
“Well Mr. Moscowitz, if you are going to tour our schools you will have to obey our rules. I’m sure you understand. I must have you sign this waiver before I can let you in the door.” He stated, cautiously.
I read through the agreement, it seemed pretty standard except for a few clauses about the dress code. I wasn’t exactly sure how “device” and “clothing” could fit in the same category without inflicting the kind of bodily injury that would cripple an up and coming dancer. I signed it.
“Excellent! Right this way sir! Step into our changing room Ms. Larochelle will get you changed”
It was the girls’ first day practicing with the boys. I was practicing a difficult lift with her new partner, John. I jumped, he caught, and both of us crashed to the floor with a resounding clank as we landed hip to hip on top of each other. As we picked ourselves up from the tangled pile of limbs we caught each other’s gaze.
“Are you..?” I gestured crotchwards. He looked at me downcast. I smiled.
“We definitely need to chat after class!” I beamed. I wonder what it’s like for the boys!
I entered their changing room, and it was unlike any changing room I had ever seen. There were no stalls or room or any structures that would give anyone any privacy. In fact, it was featureless except for what looked like a freezer on the right-hand side. Both the door behind me were thick steel and I got a distinct impression that the walls were equally well enforced. Who builds a dressing room like this?
“Alright, you are going to have to change into a faculty uniform before you enter, Mr. Moscowitz so please get undressed.” Her voice was almost hypnotic. It was cheerful, warm, sultry and sexy all at the same time. It complimented her figure beautifully, which was a rare combination of curvy and skinny, with muscle in all the right places. She was a rare beauty indeed.
“May I have a little privacy?” I choked. My brain was a little short on blood.
“Oh, don’t be silly Mr. Moscowitz–”
“You can call me Dave”
“—David. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, and besides, I have to make sure the clothes fit. We have hard regulations on dress code in our facility.”
“Right…I read that.” When in Rome, I thought. I began to strip. I had gotten to dropping my pants when she startled me.
“I see you know a little bit about hard regulations. One of our more unorthodox rules is that this facility is an erection-free zone.” She opened the freezer and pulled out a foreign looking device. “This should help calm you down.” With startling quickness and precision, she began putting it on me. “We keep these in the freezer to help certain boys follow the rules. The cold helps reduce the swelling so we can keep them nice and relaxed.” She clicked it shut. “There! Now you can stay focused on your interview!”
I was stunned. I looked down at the device. It consisted of three metal parts, a ring that went around my balls, a tube that just barely allowed enough room for my now-flaccid cock, and a post that held them all together. There was a hole in the post just big enough for the lock she threaded through it and closed. I was beyond shocked and even more scared.
“Aww, don’t be sad!” She chirped. “It’s just the rules!” She struggled to hide a chuckle. “Ok now finish getting dressed so you can finish your tour!”
I put on the jumpsuit in the box I had come in with. Hardly precision fitted clothing. I couldn’t believe I was duped by that. I was in no position to make a scene, though. They had me by the balls quite literally. If I ever wanted to have normal sex again, I had to play along.
“So I see you made it past the fitting room! I guess there’s no further need to hold back. Our campus is divided into two sides, one for the boys, and one for the girls. There’s a stage in the middle where they practice their moves when they need to be together. Let’s visit the girls’ side first.”
We made our way to the girl’s side. “This way is our dormitory. Right out front is changing rooms, which you could say you’re intimately familiar with. As you notice there are two. In addition to our other requirements, one of our qualifications that every individual student needs to be either very dominant or deeply submissive. With their introduction packets, each girl is given a small card with either D:KH or S:CB printed in the middle. D:KH stands for ‘Dominant: Keyholder’ and S:CB stands for ‘submissive: chastity belt.’ The dominants go into the room on the right and are none the wiser after receiving a normal set of ballet clothes and told to wait in the auditorium. The submissives, on the other hand, are fitted with chastity belts and collars as well as their clothing and gruffly send them off, bewildered to the auditorium, to sit next to their roommates.”
We entered the dorm “All our rooms except for the RA’s room are doubles. This wasn’t an accident: we designed the floor plan this way to facilitate our program. We select equal amounts of both sides of the coin and then match them in our dorm room. We break it to the girls in the auditorium. Usually, there’s a little shock about our procedures at first, but due to our stringent admission requirements, most girls end up being pretty happy with the situation. Let’s take a look at our average dorm room”
I might have noticed the layout of the room if there hadn’t been a scene happening in it. A girl was sprawled out on the floor leaning up against the bed in nothing but some metal underwear while a dark-haired girl was dressed in a blouse and jacket and nothing else, and she was masturbating over her. As she was getting into it she panted. “So hot, so–Master Caum!”
Both girls, startled scrambled to their feet. “Relax, Maria and Leah. I’m just giving this nice man a tour. Care to tell him how you like Jacques?”
Maria answered first. “Oh god, I love it. I always loved ballet but this has got to be the best experience I’ve had in my life! The teachers are good the dorms are…comfortable and the food is…wonderful! She grinned devilishly. You may speak, my dear”
Leah answered shyly. “Well, I had some difficulty adjusting first, due to…well…you know. But once I embraced it I found it one of the most intense experiences I’ve had in a long time. I wouldn’t trade it for anything!”
“Glad you two girls are so happy. Care to tell us a bit more about your relationship?”
Maria, again, answered first. “Well as you probably saw earlier, sex is something we’re quite comfortable with. Due to my dominant nature, I already dance like a star, but Leah here needs a little help. I help motivate her by making sure she only gets rewards when she dances to the best of her abilities. I am her mentor, but I have to say that I take quite a bit of pleasure in it, as you might imagine. Leah, do you have anything to add? Again, sugar buns, you have permission to speak.”
“Well, at first I was quite shocked by the idea, but then not even a day in I saw such great results. I was a mediocre dancer before but thank’s to Maria’s wise guidance and disciplined motivation, I started dancing with a passion I didn’t know I had. She really brings out the best in me!” The look in Leah’s eyes betrayed a young girl deeply in love. Maria, through her own harshness, reciprocated that look, though Leah seemed unaware of this.
“Seems like you girls are quite happy together!” Observed Headmaster Caum.
“We are!” Answered Maria. Leah just smiled, her eyes still sparkling.
Maybe I misjudged him. Maybe something good really was coming out of this school despite all the extreme and unsually sexual measures. Perhaps because of them. Next was the boy’s dorm.
Earlier that day:
“Marriiiiiiaaaaa, I have someone new for you to meet!” I said gleefully dragging poor john by the wrist. I was more than a little excited to have a new friend with something intimate in common with!
“Oh?” Maria offhandedly replied, not even looking up from her book. Teasing 101: Techniques to drive her wild with lust.
“Come on, Maria! Meet John! I met him in class and–” I bubbled.
“A boy?” Maria cut me off. “My my, It’s a good thing you’re locked up in that belt or I might have to worry about you.”
“Actually I-” John started
“He’s like me! I dunno how but they make belts for boys too!”
“Now now, Leah, manners! Don’t cut the boy off! We’ll talk about that later, First I’m intrigued about what a male chastity belt is like. Strip!”
Without hesitation, the boy dropped his tights.
It was the first time I’d seen a penis outside of a drawing in the birds and bees talk at school. When I saw the metal penis tube I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“It’s like a thimble!” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“That’s enough!” Maria admonished. “You had metal barbie anatomy last I saw!”
I turned beet red with embarrassment. His tube twitched. “Um girls, are you sure you’re allowed to have, ya know, boys in your room?”
“Oh I think it’ll be alright, after all, you’re a little giggle impotent.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He twitched again in his tube. There was a gleam in Maria’s eyes–a gleam I’ve grown to love.
“I think I need to get us some toys!”
“Once again right at the entrance is one changing room. As you might guess finding boys who pursue ballet to this level is a little harder than finding girls. As you might more astutely guess, there is also a very clear trend in the kinds of boys that apply here, namely that the overwhelming majority of them are submissive. Therefore there is only a submissive changing room.”
Headmaster caum guided us into the dressing room. I was a little cautious. Inside was boy’s ballet clothing and on the other side a vast array of devices.
“Training boys is handled a little differently than the girls. Since as a rule of thumb, there are very few dominant students, the dominant students are allowed to change wherever they wish and are granted alpha status. The rest of the boys are sent into the submissive changing room where they are made to strip naked.”
Headmaster paused to let that thought sink in, then continued. “A handful of boys will qualify for beta status after they’ve been sent to the submissive. In order to be a beta, the boy’s penis must be either longer than 8″ or wider than 2.5″. Usually the dominatrixes we keep on staff can eyeball these things, but on some close cases we will have to measure. Due to difficulty finding large chastity belts and our tendency to reward nature’s gifts, if a boy qualifies as a beta, typically they will be allowed to forgo chastity and only have to obey our faculty and alphas. All other boys fall under omega status.”
Again, Headmaster Caum paused to allow me to contemplate the previous description. “Once our Dommes determine a boy is omega, she will usually tell the boy that the campus has a policy against erections and we fit him with a chastity tube like the one you’re wearing. We have six types of chastity tubes that range from the smallest one, to what we call the ‘Magnum tube’, designed to harness those who tragically just narrowly missed the cut.” I looked at my device: it appeared to be the second smallest tube. No wonder I had so much trouble getting girls to bed.
Caum continued. “We believe in a progression of chastity for the boys. Each device has guidelines for how often the boy should be allowed to release. Ordering them from 1 is smallest to 6 is biggest, we divide them into groups 1-3 and 4-6. In the beginning, all boys will get their first orgasm after a week. From then on, groups 4-6 will generally trend towards shorter release times, ultimately earning permanent freedom from their belts provided they continue to make progress and don’t break the rules. 4 will progress to this goal the slowest and six will progress to this goal the fastest all things equal. Groups 1-3 will trend towards fewer orgasms. Group three will generally have the frequency of their orgasms slowly cut back but never eliminated altogether capping out at once every three months minimum. Occasionally if they fall just short of their potential, their unlock sessions will fall just short of orgasm before they’re locked back in their belts. Since these boys wind up in chastity after our program is done, usually we give the keys to the dominants, unless the boy chooses permanent chastity, which is rare but it does happen.”
I leaned in at the next part wanting to know what would happen to a boy of my size. Caum grinned slightly. “The twos and ones are the reason for these fancy devices here.” He pointed to the full flourentine chastity belts, “Both will ultimately wind up in one after a little of the training we give threes. Once we feel a two has progressed to this phase, we hold a ceremony in the boy’s dorm where he is transferred from his tube to the belt. This will be the last time he will get to touch his equipment, so we let the other boys watch as he brings himself to his last manual orgasm. His orgasms from then on will be provided by the dominatrix staff, and he will either receive an orgasm, teasing, or a ruined orgasm based on his performance from best to worst respectively. In addition, the belt is designed with a mini, remote control vibrator for summoning and teasing purposes. From then on, a short teasing buzz is how ones and twos are addressed. Even after graduation, the school keeps the keys to the belts, though it entertains the whims of any domme a one or two finds himself under the thumb of provided she keeps to his orgasm curriculum”
I thanked my lucky stars I wanted to be a reporter and not a male ballerina at this school.
“So, john, I’m curious how chastity is for guys!” I asked, curious as a kitten. Maria had gone to get toys leaving us to
“Um…well…I wasn’t really expecting it when I first got here, to be honest. They brought me into this room and told me to strip naked, then they told me erections weren’t allowed so they locked this tube on me.”
He was a little shy! I loved it. “They did that to me too! How have you found your stay! Once I got into the right headspace it’s been a thrill.”
“Well it was tolerable for the first few days. Perhaps a little fun even, like taking a little extra time. But then it got a couple days in I found myself constantly distracted. I can’t even get hard in this thing! It hurts sometimes but I can’t stop myself. I wind up in fits of frustration. It gets intense.”
“Intense is right. Often times I wake up in the middle of the night wanting to rub my sopping wet parts and I just fume until I exhaust myself back to sleep. Maria doesn’t let me use the shower.”
“I wouldn’t be able to make it without a shower. I’m nearly constantly aroused as it is, I need something to take the edge off.”
The door opened. Behind it was Maria holding up a strap on and some handcuffs. “I have toys!!!”
I shuddered to think what a poor one was given. Mr. Caum didn’t waste any time letting me be curious. “The ones have their orgasms scaled back faster than even the twos, typically winding up in the full belts in a year or two. Their belt ceremony is different and a little more involved. First, they will have to blow all the staff, alphas and betas. Then they will be cuffed as their tube is removed. The domme then administers him his first ruined orgasm by mouth signifying both the end of orgasms and the end of oral and vaginal sex for him. From then on, when he’s earned a good reward he will be let out of his belt to be teased and locked again. If he’s mediocre, he will get a ruined orgasm. If he’s bad, he will be let out of his belt and not be touched or allowed to touch himself.”
“We’ve spent enough time in the fitting room, I think it’s about time we showed you the actual dorm!” As we walked through the dorm, I couldn’t help but notice the boys looked rather normal given what I had just heard. They still roughhoused and played games and had the same pecking orders I remember from college. Maybe it really was just part of nature. “Here’s a model dorm”
There were two beds, both boys were playing video games, hooked up to a small television. It reminded me of my old college dorm, with the suspicious absence of pot. Things sure did seem cleaner, too. I’ve never known boys to be so neat. I wondered if the chastity had anything to do with it.
“Of course, sometimes males have trouble adjusting to their device and status, so we have somewhat of a time out for them.” Master Caum led me down the stairwell and into the basement. It was a total shock to find out it looked like a prison. There were boys in all the cells, all wearing nothing but their chastity tubes. Some were asleep. Some idly fidgeting. A couple were desperately trying to masturbate through their devices, though their faces betrayed that it was to no avail. Suddenly Master Caum opened one of the locked cells. The boy made no attempt to escape.
“Well, David, this is where your tour ends. You did work out to be a size two, so you’re entitled to the orgasm schedule we have for that. Unfortunately, your arrival has caught us a little off guard, so you’ll be staying down here until we figure out a proper place for you and you show us you won’t do something as silly as runoff or call the police and earn yourself permanent chastity or worse.” Sensing these people weren’t to be trifled with I accepted my fate. My cock stirred in the tube in protest. Master Caum closed the bar door and locked it. “Now strip so these other boys don’t get ideas about special treatment.” I glared at him in refusal. “Come now. You didn’t think we’d let you tour the facility without giving you a sample of our program, did you?” My cock was twitching in response to how effortless he seized control of me. Was I enjoying this somehow? I stripped without further hesitation. “Twitching in excitement already? Looks like your cock is happy in its new home like a fish returned to the water. You truly are special David, I’ll make sure you receive the special torment you deserve. For now, I’ll leave you alone to explore your prison and your prison within a prison.”
I stood as I watched Master Caum swagger out of the basement jail. My cock throbbed angrily in the tube and I felt a hot neediness that was new to me. I tried to pull out. Ouch. Like being kicked in the balls. I tried to get my finger into the tube. Not nearly enough to stimulate. I tried pulling the tube back and forth to generate some friction. My cock filled it all the way to capacity and the tube wouldn’t even generate a little fiction. Not that that stopped me. I pulled and tugged for what must have been hours before I collapsed in exhaustion. “Newbs.” I could hear someone scoff from the next cell over. I couldn’t cum. I couldn’t even get hard. All I could do was sit and slowly drip precum. Now I sat alone, with accompanied my aching frustrated orgasmless cock, cruelly bound in this fiendish steel tube as I wondered what Master Caum had in store for me next.
Chapter 3: Problems like Maria aren’t meant to be solved.
I was sitting in my dorm room after being let out from our teasing classes. Leah was still at her ballet class, so I decided to catch up on some reading they’d given us Dommes to help tease our subs. It was a rather exciting chapter on teasing that I couldn’t wait to try out. Leah had been all locked up for three days already and the girl was like a little bitch in heat. I loved it, and was eager to find new ways to make her more frustrated and horny than ever.
“Marriiiiiiaaaaa, I have someone new for you to meet!” Speaking of the devil.
“Oh?” I volleyed. Honestly, the reading was getting quite sexy.
“Come on, Maria! Meet John! I met him in class and–” S bubbled.
“A boy?” I cut her off. “My my, It’s a good thing you’re locked up in that belt or I might have to worry about you.”
“Actually I-” John started
“He’s like me! I dunno how but they make belts for boys too!”
“Now now, Leah, manners! Don’t cut the boy off! We’ll talk about that later, First I’m intrigued about what a male chastity belt is like. Strip!” I was thoroughly amused. Apparently, the girl subs weren’t the only ones that had problems getting laid. I wonder when he last enjoyed that delicious freedom of orgasm.
Without hesitation, the boy dropped his tights.
The boy looked rather…ahem. Small. I wondered if that had anything to do with him being locked up. Maybe it was the belt itself that was forcing him to be small.
“It’s like a thimble!” Leah couldn’t stop laughing. Honestly, I would have joined her–between his tiny dick and his locked up predicament it was quite a hilarious sight. But someone had to maintain composure, and it wasn’t going to be either of the subs.
“That’s enough!” I admonished. “You had metal barbie anatomy last I saw!”
Leah’s face flushed. His tube twitched. “Um girls, are you sure you’re allowed to have, ya know, boys in your room?”
“Oh I think it’ll be alright, after all, you’re a little giggle impotent.” Leah giggled. He twitched again in his tube. The poor boy must be incredibly frustrated. My mind started bubbling and boiling with ideas of how to torment both of them.
“I think I need to get us some toys!”
I strode down to the Domme classroom. They had all sorts of fun toys there. Whips flogs, violet wands, chains, rope, cages, and of course, several dildos and plugs of various shapes and sizes. It was a dungeon crawler’s dream! I knocked on the door.
“Mistress Larochelle!” I greeted. I wasn’t allowed to say more than that. Despite being a Domme, I was still her student, and the woman demanded respect. I wasn’t about to cross her.
“Little Maria. Come in. How may I help you? You may speak.” She kindly invited. Her knowing smile suggested she at least could ballpark why I was here.
“Mistress, my slave leah brought home a male friend, and I was really hoping I could borrow some toys to have fun frustrating both of them.”
“I’m a fan of extra credit, but I think it’s important that you don’t take things too far, too fast. You’re just learning how to be a fantastic tease, so I think it’s important that you focus on teasing. This is also a special time for your slaves. They’re still getting used to their belts and haven’t yet started to channel their sexuality elsewhere, so frustration is going to affect them especially deeply right now. I think you should take this strap on and have fun with a gentle exploration of just how frustrated they can get!”
“Thank you Mistress! You’re very wise!”
“You’re a good student, too, Maria, but try to make sure you don’t speak unless I give you permission, ok?”
I was silent. She handed me the strap on and some handcuffs. Headmaster Caum entered. He didn’t acknowledge me, but gestured her to tell me to leave.
“That was excellent. Now run along, little one!” Ms Larochelle dismissed.
I couldn’t wait to have some fun with Leah and John. I definitely knew I was going get a fucking, even if it was with a plastic cock. It was sized pleasantly above average, but not too obscene–perfect since I was in the mood for a nice pleasant fuck, not to get torn in half. I opened the door.
“I have toys!” I announced, displaying my loot.
“Uh…my…uh…is that?” Leah fumbled.
“It’s a strap ons. I assume you’ve seen handcuffs before!” The girl is so charmingly naive. Is catholic school really that sheltered?
“What are you going to do with that?” John asked voice caught. He must be really desperate for some relief. Oh well! Don’t have the keys to his contraption.
“More like what are you going to do with it. I’ve been missing having good fucking since I got here and I think it’s time for you two to have a contest! The prize…” I gestured to the key, which I now wore around my neck” “Is the possibility for a little fun!”
Leah practically jumped out of her skin. She had been rather desperate, so even the hope of being freed was enough to cause the poor girl to swell with excitement, and probably a few other feelings. John seemed less enthused.
“I…don’t mean to bother you, Miss Maria, but you can’t let me out! What fun is it for me?” John’s eyes were again downcast. Poor boy. He must be desperate for a little relief.
“I know, john, and I’d love to give you a fair chance, but I’ll tell you what. If you perform better than leah, then you’ll get to watch me tease her. It may not be much, but misery loves company!” I knew well how this would turn out. Poor leah didn’t have a chance. She was just learning about sex and while her oral had come a long way, I doubt she could handle a strap on. At least john at one point had a free analogous piece of equipment.
He perked up a bit. “That could be fun! I always did like lesbians.”
“Too bad you only watch them in a chastity belt!” I teased. “Ok now who’s first?”
“MEMEMEME I NEED TO get out of this belt. I simply must!” Leah begged.
“Ladies first.” Responded john. I guess I couldn’t blame him for being less than enthusiastic, but it wasn’t the response I hoped for.
I expected Leah’s performance to be rough around the edges, but I wasn’t expecting what happened. The poor girl put the thing on the edge of her belt and managed after a little fumbling to guide it into me. She humped with all her lust, but she’d gotten a little spastic. As intended, the constant humping motion and pressure on her crotch plate got her a little-worked up. Soon she was frustratedly thrusting erratically. Not hot at all. After I beared as much as I could I finally had to push the poor girl away. She looked like she was going to cry.
“I..I tried…it just made me so horny! I couldn’t help it! Please! Give me another chance.” She pleaded.
“Sorry Leah, it’s time for the tubed-up little boy to try his hand at giving a girl a good fuck.” I directed. John seemed surprisingly cool about it for a shy guy.
John’s attempt was better, but still that of a teenage boy. A bit of awkward groping and hiccups here and there, but eventually we fell into a rhythm and I built to a gentle climax. Good god, both of them needed work, but at least John did manage to get me off. The poor boy was twitching madly in his tube and I noticed he didn’t exactly stop grinding his hips when I got off. Endless stamina. That’s potential!
“Well. It seems Leah and John are 0 and 1. But I’m feeling charitable, so I’ll let Leah have a little fun.” Leah perked up. Poor girl must be delirious with horniness.
“Ok Leah, hands behind your back.” I cuffed her hands. “I just need to get your belt back on you when we’re done!” She pouted. Hot.
I produced the key and put it in the lock. She breathed in deeply in anticipation as the lock popped open and the crotch shield fell with slack, exposing her glistening sex. Glistening doesn’t even begin to cover it–the girl was sopping wet and her clit was visibly engorged. She made a little, jerkey mini thrust. She must have been dying for this moment.
I started in deep, touching her g-spot. She let out a small yelp. Her sex must have been dying even just for a touch. I started rubbing from there up to but just missing her clit. I traced along her labia, gliding right over the nerves beneath. She started panting. I stroked gently, but faster and faster. The girl thrust her hips forward with each stroke, finally holding them forward in anticipation of orgasm. I stopped right then.
She tossed her head back and cried. “No…you can’t…”. I repeated the process a few times. By the end the girl was a frustrated, horny mess, bucking and twitching uncontrollably, poor clit radiating heat and a trail of lube smeared across her bedsheets. The girl was a wreck.
I got her chastity belt and began to get strap it onto her. “NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR! YOU TOLD ME I COULD CUM!”. My own pussy began to twitch a bit. She was hot when she was a frustrated mess.
“I changed my mind!” The truth was it was just a lot more fun to play with her when she had hope. “Besides, you didn’t make me cum, why should I make you cum? Fair’s fair.” If looks could kill. I couldn’t blame the girl for being a little upset. I’m sure that lust was eclipsing it. “John, did you enjoy the show?”
The poor boy looked like he almost as horny as Leah. His cock was twitching uncontrollably and he had his own trail dripping out of the pee hole. He, too was grinding his hips. Poor boy. I hope he got out soon.
“John, Leah and I need some time alone. It looks like you could use a nice shower.” He nodded and got dressed.
Once he was gone I started my lecture. “Leah, you need to improve on a couple things. The sex was terrible You’re going to need to practice pleasing a woman with a strap on, and we’re going to start that daily.” She groaned. Her hips bucked involuntarily. “You’re also going to only speak when I give you permission. I like the idea of you being too docile and delicate to be allowed to speak freely. You’re beautiful, and I want to see you, not hear you.” She looked at me helplessly, like she didn’t know what to feel.
“This is hot.” I started to please myself. I was a bit worked up from all the excitement. “So hot. So–Master Caum!” Just then headmaster caum opened the door.
“Relax, Maria and Leah. I’m just giving this nice man a tour. Care to tell him how you like Jacques?”
I answered, expecting silence from Leah. “Oh god I love it. I always loved ballet but this has got to be the best experience I’ve had in my life! The teachers are good the dorms are…comfortable and the food is…wonderful! She grinned devilishly. You may speak, my dear”
Leah answered shyly. “Well, I had some difficulty adjusting first, due to…well…you know. But once I embraced it I found it one of the most intense experiences I’ve had in a long time. I wouldn’t trade it for anything!”
“Glad you two girls are so happy. Care to tell us a bit more about your relationship?”
I continued. “Well as you probably saw earlier, sex is something we’re quite comfortable with. Due to my dominant nature, I already dance like a star, but Leah here needs a little help. I help motivate her by making sure she only gets rewards when she dances to the best of her abilities. I am her mentor, but I have to say that I take quite a bit of pleasure in it, as you might imagine. Leah, do you have anything to add? Again, sugar buns, you have permission to speak.”
“Well, at first I was quite shocked by the idea, but then not even a day in I saw such great results. I was a mediocre dancer before but thanks to Maria’s wise guidance and disciplined motivation, I started dancing with a passion I didn’t know I had. She really brings out the best in me!” I really admired her I had just finishing tormenting her and yet she still felt she was better for it. For all the erotic power plays, I was starting to have deep feelings for her. It’s too soon to call it love, but I definitely had a special place for her in my heart.
“Seems like you girls are quite happy together!” Observed Headmaster Caum.
I woke to the sun shining in my eyes. The light was coming through the half-open blinds. I scanned down to the beautiful sight that lay beside me. Hair still wet from the night before lay in disarray on her pillow. Her eyes opened, her lips parted she looked at me and smiled “morning love, did you sleep well?” she said as she began her stretch. Her arms reached toward the headboard, her breast exposed now, nipples becoming hard.
“Yes Mistress, I did, I had a dream about you and me last night”. I said as she moved in to kiss me. I love her kisses, so sweet, wet, her lips so soft, her tongue as it searches my mouth. “Tell me love” she said as she cuddled up and embraced me.
Well, last night as you were whipping me I must have gone into one amazing subspace and out of body or fallen asleep. I dreamt that…
You unclasped the chains from my wrist cuffs. I could feel you holding me tight as I slipped down. The dragontail felt like you sliced me open with each impact from my shoulder to legs. I dreamt that you lowered me to this mattress and laid me on my stomach. I felt your now naked body on top of me, nipples caressing my back. You started kissing each mark you left, cooling them, healing them as you traveled towards my ass. You then turned me over and asked if I was thirsty and then opened my mouth. You dripped water from your mouth to mine, exploiting my fetish. It tasted so sweet. I felt streams of water trickle down my cheeks. I could barely swallow.
You lay kisses from my lips to my ear and whispered: “I know what you need and I need it too, take me, my love, take me as I am yours now”. I could feel you sliding a leather strap up my leg and lifting my back as you fixed the strap around my hips.
You lay down beside me. I rose up onto my knees and stared into your eyes, fire, passion, wanting. I could feel the heat rise within me. I found myself telling you “Turn over and get on your hand and knees for me, now”. You complied. I kissed your ass, my tongue searching for your hole. I kissed you deeply. I could hear you moaning. I rose up and spread your ass. I entered you, slowly, you moaned louder. This made me hungry, hotter. I slid in deeper. “I want your clit in my ass love, fuck me hard with your clit” you said as I grabbed your hips and pressed into you.
I moved faster, harder, deeper until I heard you scream. “Turn over and spread your legs for me” I told you as I fumbled with the straps. You followed my directions and lay there looking at me with glazed eyes. I crawled up your body, kissing you as I went. I straddled you, we gazed into each other’s eyes for the longest time. It was as if we where exchanging molecules, particles of energy. I could feel my soul leave my body and dance with yours until they swirled into one.
You whispered, “take me, love, take me as I am yours”. I slapped your cheek with my fingertips, hard enough that your head turn to the side. I grabbed your throat and said “tell me again, tell me you are mine, all mine”. You raised your arms above your head and held the slats in the headboard and said “I am all yours, fuck me, love, claim me”.
I took the cuffs off my wrists and put them on you; I clasped the chain on them and attached them to the headboard. I found your crop on the bed and said “now spread your legs wide for me”. I felt more fire burn within me, determined on bringing you with me, a lioness dragging her prey. I spanked your inner thighs, your clit, until you couldn’t take it anymore. I then slid three fingers inside you and palmed your hardness. I pulled up entering you, my palm slapping you, faster, harder as I sucked your nipples. ”love me inside out, fuck me love” You cried out. I continued until you screamed in pleasure.
I sat up and tucked two pillows beneath your hips. I softly kissed you on the lips and trailed my kisses down your stomach, your thighs, and your sweet wetness. I licked your hardness, I sucked you in. my fingers sliding into you once more, deeper, searching up for another way to please you. I found it. “Yes, yes, oh my God, yes” you screamed out. I kept it up until you stopped convulsing into me. I lay there with my head on your stomach holding you……
“Then I woke up Mistress, are you pleased?” “Yes, I’m pleased, with you, love” she said as she sat up crawled on top of me and kissed me passionately. “Shall I warm the shower for you Mistress?” I asked. She moved and lay on her back stretching yawning as she said: “ Yes, love, and you mustn’t tell anyone about this, Its imperative that no one knows”. I rose from the bed and headed for the shower. As the water streamed down my face I heard her enter behind me. her arms wrapped around my waist and she started kissing my neck. “Mistress?” I asked “why don’t you want me to tell anyone about my dream?”
Although she loved and craved cock, her need to play with a hot demanding Mistress would consume her thoughts until she submitted and played out her fantasy. As her boyfriend, I knew she needed this and it all worked out because Slave Emma could walk this line and keep her need for cock and pussy in balance. That would change when our kinky role play went too far.
Swinging with a lesbian dominatrix
Slave Emma met Mistress Keila in a vanilla bar. Both were attracted to one another and Slave Emma’s red hair and green eyes were a great contrast to Keila’s black hair blue eyes. They looked great together and their fling never gave me any reason to worry or suspect that it was anything more than Emma’s occasional pussy licking adventure. Their “relationship” was infrequent and Slave Emma and I continued with our usual kinky activities and fucked daily and sometimes multiple times in a day. All of that changed in a New York minute.
Slave Emma asked if I would mind if she spent the weekend with Keila and said she needed some girl girl fun. As always, I encouraged her to stay horny and satisfied and drove her to Keila’s house. When we entered, Keila was all decked out in her finest Dominatrix attire. A black leather corset had barely held in her straining huge tits. She had on black seamed stockings and a small pair of black panties had just about covered her ass and pussy. She came to us and collared Slave Emma and told her to kneel at her feet. Mistress Keila then told us she intended to get full use from her slut this weekend and she would likely be unable to perform her usual sexual functions with me for a few days thereafter. She gave Slave Emma a look which screamed: “you have no idea what you are in for little slut”. Keila then called in her submissive girlfriend, Jennifer, and told her she was mine to play with for the next few days. This was a bonus I was not expecting, but would soon learn was more than it seemed.
When I called to pick up Slave Emma, she and Mistress Keila told me they were extending the “visit” for another week and that I should enjoy Jennifer as much as I wanted. Jennifer was a fun blond submissive with big tits and a great ass and a fun fuck. She had not been with a man for some time and was enjoying dick again. This all seemed to be working well.
The week went fast and it was now time to get my slave back and exchange Emma and Jennifer. Right before Jennifer and I were leaving I received another call. This time it was Keila alone. She told me that she and Slave Emma had decided to make their arrangement more permanent. Slave Emma would not be returning to me and I could “keep” Jennifer as my fuck toy. My demands to talk with Emma were rebuffed and I was told she would be allowed to call me in a few days.
Almost a week passed when the phone rang late into the night. Slave Emma told me that she was now owned by her Mistress and that she had to either agree to the new arrangement or never see Keila again. In the heat of the moment, she submitted to her Mistress and the new rules were put in place.
Emma may not have any dick unless Veronica allows
Keila can and will fuck big cocks either with Emma watching or on dates. Emma must then lick her pussy clean of all cum if she deserves such a treat.
Emma may be punished for any infraction at any time and in a manner, Keila believes is deserved.
Emma’s pussy must be shaved at all times.
Emma may not masturbate or play with dildos without Mistress giving permission
Emma is owned by Mistress Keila body and soul. Mistress Keila may tattoo, pierce and display Slave Emma as she sees fit.
Mistress Keila may have as many slaves as she wants, Slave Emma must be loyal and faithful to Mistress Keila. Slave Emma is subject to chastity training and being placed into chastity as part of her servitude.
Slave Emma signed the contract and began living her new life as Mistress Keila’s slave.
Life of authority and orgasm control
Emma’s first few weeks as Keila’s slave exceeded her hopes and fantasies. Keila knew how to make Emma burn with lust and a deep desire to please her Mistress in every way. Emma, in turn, made sure she displayed her slavery and submission to the dark haired busty beauty that owned her. Emma took great care to make sure that her pussy was soft and clean shaven and always framed by silk stockings attached to a garter belt or corset. She was always in heels and her large nipples were hard awaiting a pinch or caress from Keila. The thought that Keila might finger her, play with her tits, rub her clit or lick her pussy would send jolts of electric waves through her body and drench her pussy. Emma was never permitted to cover her pussy with panties or display any sign of modesty or reluctance to Keila’s demands. Often, Keila would grab Emma’s leash and pull her face into her wet pussy making Emma lick and suck her to multiple orgasms. Keila would not finish until her juices covered Emma’s glistening face and left Keila’s dark pubic hair matted and dripping. Keila would remind Emma that only a Mistress may display pussy hair; slaves are kept clean shaven. This was another subtle but visible way in which Mistress Keila displayed her power over Slave Emma. To be sure, there were many other ways as well; some subtle others overt.
Emma’s own orgasms were a far more complicated affair. Mistress Keila might allow Slave Emma to hump her stocking clad legs or take a finger fuck only after she fully satisfied her Mistress. Mistress Keila sometimes allowed Emma to masturbate to orgasm or use a vibrator on her clit. On rare occasions, Keila would strap on a 9-inch dildo and fuck Emma doggie style after handcuffing her arms behind her back. This was indeed a rare treat, heightened by the stinging sensation of Keila’s control over her slave as she beat her ass raw with a hand spanking or cat of nine tails. This type of fucking sent Emma over the edge especially because she had been deprived of a real hot flesh dick for so long. The most special treat of all came when Mistress Keila tied Emma’s wrists to the headboard with leather belts and then proceeded to lick and suck her pussy for hours, bringing Emma to the edge and back again. This pleasure was interspersed with a tit, ass and pussy whipping so that Emma knew that the pleasure she received had a price tag. During these extended whip and lick sessions, a helpless Emma would literally scream and beg to be allowed to cum. In her excited state of desire and vulnerability, she would make all kinds of wild promises to her Mistress swearing to do ANYTHING Mistress Keila demanded if only she would allow her to cum. Mistress Keila would repeat in a stern and demanding voice, “ANYTHING?” and Slave Emma would softly whisper “Yes My Mistress, anything for you”. 10 or 15 hard lashes to Emma’s tits or clit would follow and Keila’s tongue would then find its way into Emma’s pussy resulting in an explosive, throbbing, cum drenching orgasm. Before being allowed to be untied, Slave Emma would have to repeat her oath to her Mistress and again swear that she would do anything for her owner. Mistress Keila would cleverly use Emma’s reaffirmation of her lust and submission against her horny slave when it best suited her own darkest desires. That time came soon enough.
Assume the position for my girlfriend
Emma heard Mistress pull her car into the garage. As always, she was sure to be ready for whatever Mistress Keila had in store for her. She quickly freshened up and straightened her stockings and garter belt. She took off her bra and threw on a pair of 4-inch heels. She ran to the doorway and took up a very visible position on the floor. She then spread her legs nice and wide and opened her pussy for Mistress’ entrance. As an added sign of her submission, she threw her spread legs high into the air holding them up with her hands. much as she had done back in the days when I was fucking her hard in the missionary position and her pussy was filled with a real dick instead of a rubber one.
Slave Emma was quite proud of herself and thought that Mistress Keila would be pleased to see her horny slave in such a vulnerable state of submission and lust. Slave Emma was only half right. Certainly, Mistress Keila was quite pleased with this spectacle of servitude, but so was her friend and mentor Allison who came in right behind Keila to see Emma in all her glory displaying rock hard nipples, a wide open shaven pussy and wearing a “cum fuck me” outfit. Slave Emma was shocked and horrified to open her eyes only to see Allison drinking in her beauty and her eyes clearly dreaming of the possibilities this unexpected situation presented. When Slave Emma tried to rise up and hide her shame, Allison took her heel and ground it into Emma’s hip admonishing “Where the fuck do you think you are going you little pussy licking slut!”. Keila gave Emma an icy stare and said: “don’t you dare move a muscle; you are dressed like a little whore slut and now Allison and I are about to treat you like one “. Emma was filled with fear, lust, excitement and the knowledge that things were about to drastically change.
Slave Emma’s pussy was pulled open and explored by Allison. Allison grabbed Emma’s large clit and then rolled it between her fingers commenting to Keila, “Your slut has a very soft pussy and a very hard clit” At that moment, Allison thrust her middle finger deep into Emma’s pussy and wiggled it in every which way. When she pulled it out, it was dripping wet with Emma’s excited and fear induced juices. Allison ordered Emma to lick her finger clean. As Emma caught Keila’s eyes, she was torn between her lust for Allison’s touch and her slavery to Mistress Keila. Just then Slave Emma’s fears and hopes were fulfilled. Allison asked, “Keila, would you mind if I used your little whore for a while. It has been a long trip and a rough few days and I would love to take my frustrations out on this lovely little slut” Keila responded, “Do whatever you want with her, just save some energy for me later.” With those words of consent and encouragement, Mistress Allison attached a leash to Slave Emma’s collar and lead her to Keila’s dungeon. Slave Emma was then handcuffed behind her back and made to stand in anticipation while Mistress Allison readied herself for fun and brutal session with her redheaded frightened slave.
Pain and servitude in the dungeon
Mistress Allison returned to the dungeon wearing a black leather corset, black fishnet stockings, and a pair of high heels which added 4 inches to her already 5-foot 9-inch frame. Allison was in her early 40’s and was most assuredly what most men would call a MILF or a cougar. She stood confidently with her long legs, ample tits, and a great ample ass. Her blond hair had some streaks of gray, but that only made her seem more in control. Allison’s pussy was cropped short and her clit was peeking out when she saw her evening’s treat. Slave Emma was shaking with anticipation when Allison came near holding a very serious looking cane in her hand and having a whip clipped to the chains and buckles on her corset.
Mistress Allison looked deep into Emma’s green eyes and ordered her to her knees. The handcuffed slave hobbled down and began kissing her mistress’ feet in adoration and servitude. She made it up her ankles, calf, and thighs before kissing Allison’s ass. Slave Emma left lipstick marks on Allison’s ass and above her pussy. Just as Slave Emma was about to drive her tongue into Mistress Allison’s wet pussy, a swish of the cane caught Slave Emma’s ass sending her reeling. That first blow was followed by another 10 hard stokes in very rapid and deliberate order. Mistress Allison screamed, “You little slut, you left lipstick marks all over my ass and near my pussy without permission. I am going to teach you a lesson and wear that lipstick right off”
Mistress Allison then stretched out on the bed with her pussy spread open and her back against the pillows and the headboard. She ordered Slave Emma to crawl over and took the leash attached to Slave Emma’s collar. Mistress Allison told Slave Emma, “You will lick, suck and eat my pussy until I am done with you and my pussy juices cover your face. I am going to whip your ass until I have worn all of your lipstick off all your mouth”. With that order, Slave Emma’s leash was yanked down and her face was in Mistress Allison’s lap. The command “Start now bitch” was followed by a hard lash of the whip. Mistress Allison continued to whip Slave Emma’s ass harder and harder as her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Slave Emma’s ass turned pink, red and then became a deeper shade of crimson with visible cane marks across her ass and upper thighs. Slave Emma’s face was covered with a combination of pussy juice and tears while Mistress Allison was engrossed in her own state of uncontrollable lust and power. She then ordered, “Suck my clit like it was a tiny cock you slut” Emma complied all the while thinking how long it has been since she had a real cock as the whipping became more brutal and picked up in speed. Slave Emma was crying but continued on. Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, Mistress Allison stopped whipping Emma and began screaming with orgasmic delight warning Emma that she better keep sucking her clit or else. Mistress Allison then squirted all over Slave Emma’s face and hair leaving her dripping wet. Slave Emma had never witnessed, let alone been part of, such an eruption. Mistress Allison then rubbed her pussy all over her slave’s face. She turned Emma on her back spread her legs and then thrust her own pussy on Slave Emma’s shaven mound, clitty fucking her. After grabbing Slave Emma’s ass just like a man would while fucking his woman, Emma’s own lust welled up and she humped back. Soon the two were clitty fucking and Slave Emma came twice in a row.
So far everything seemed to be falling into place. It was nice. People would say it was “unseasonably warm,” but there were always days when it was still hotter than shit in October, they just couldn’t be relied upon. The sun had gone down, but it was still warm. Bella and Taylor were both excited, though strangely not sexually; they had butterflies in their stomach. He thrived on that feeling. Bella wanted to calm down a little. She ordered tequila. Taylor ordered a beer with a red, white, and blue label that she always thought of as “domestic pisswater.” There was one other patron in this rural Nevada truck stop lounge. He was under the spell of a video poker game. When the bartender turned his back to fulfill their order, Bella grabbed Taylor’s hand and put it under her skirt. A finger slid easily into her wet pussy. Under the circumstances, that didn’t surprise him. She had no reason to be wearing panties. Due to the intervening bar, the bartender wouldn’t be able to see if his hand was on her knee, or in her cunt, so he left it there. Taylor removed his finger from the orifice, but rubbed her clit absentmindedly. That was what she needed: to cum. That would calm her down. “Do you want me to open a tab?” the bartender asked. “No,” she said, digging a card from her small purse. Bella handed it to the bartender with a “mmmm,” that couldn’t be heard above the sound of slot machines. Taylor accelerated his fondling. She closed her eyes and had the first little orgasm of the evening as the barkeep turned his back to run the card. Taylor slowed down to prolong her spasms. He made her cum twice more while they finished their drinks.
He sucked her juices from his middle and ring fingers. Taylor realized that the video poker player was aware of their activities. Bella was oblivious and kissed him. She fondled his semi-hard cock through his jeans as she tasted her own juices mixed with domestic pisswater.
“Is it time?” she asked, smiling hopefully.
“If you’re ready,” Taylor replied.
“Oh, I’m ready,” she said with exaggerated seriousness.
They walked across the blacktop, past the edge of the island of light that defined the truck stop. They went past the trucks idling with sleeping drivers inside. As they approached the side of the garage, there was a dim orange light of a cigarette. As they got closer, and their eyes adjusted, they could make out other people. If everyone showed up, there would be 15 men. That was more than either of them really wanted. There was no way all of them would show, anyhow. Bella got close enough to count… Seven. Taylor made eight. That was still a lot. She tried not to let her smile show her nervousness.
One of them overcame the weight of the awkward silence to say “well hello, beautiful,” tipping his baseball hat.
It was lame, but at least it was something.
“I’m Bella,” she replied extending her hand. Would he shake it, or kiss the back of it?
Of course he kissed it. “I’m Dave,” he said.
Other awkward introductions followed as Taylor looked around the corner. Nothing. No one. Good.
Taylor was 6‘2“. He’d played football in college 4 short years ago. He wasn’t the sort of guy people usually started problems with, but there was an inherent risk here, so he was being cautious. He looked over everyone there as the introductions concluded. Nobody else matched his stature. All were shorter. Some were overweight, a couple were downright fat.
He walked up behind Bella and put his hands on her shoulders. He kneaded them for a moment and then slid his hands down to her tits. She arched her back into him as he caressed and squeezed. Taylor lifted her shirt to show everyone her D cups with areolas the size of half dollars and nipples as hard as pencil erasers.
“Damn,” someone said.
Bella could feel her ass length red hair on her wrists as she reached behind her for his package.
Several of the men gathered began to reach for their own packages.
She wanted Taylor’s cock out first, so she turned, dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. She put his whole cock in her mouth. It wasn’t yet fully erect. She intended to fix that, quickly. She sucked him greedily. She was dimly aware that other dicks were being unsheathed. She was so horny she could hardly function. There was another penis near her face. She grabbed it and half-heartedly stroked it. She realized it was attached to Dave, who was in his late 30‘s and overweight, and had most likely taken a hard-on pill.
Somebody else’s hand was on her tit.
She put a fingertip on her clit and began to rub circles on it. She closed her eyes and when she pushed her mouth down to Taylor’s balls this time his cock was hard enough to hit the back of her throat. She smiled as much as his dick would allow. She had another small clitoral orgasm. She rubbed her free hand in her juices and then wrapped it around Taylor’s cock and told him “I want you to fuck me.”
Somebody took out a phone, but Taylor and Bella said “Put that away!” in unison. He did as he was bid before he could take a picture.
Taylor laid on the ground and she climbed onto his member. She felt his jeans on her ass every time she went all the way down.
When she was situated she began to suck on Dave’s chemical induced erection and stroke some other dicks when she had a free hand.
Taylor’s cock on her g-spot made her cum.
Her spasms brought on Dave’s orgasm. When Bella tasted the first drop of his pre-cum, she let go of the cocks in her hands and grabbed Dave’s fat ass with both hands and pulled his small dick as deep as it would go into her mouth. He came with a quiet groan. She kept one hand on his ass and the head in her mouth and stroked until she was sure she had every drop of cum.
By this time Taylor had brought her to orgasm again. She kept the head of Dave’s dick in her mouth until it was done.
She opened her mouth to show everyone the load that was still there, and then swallowed it theatrically.
“Fuuuck,” and “holy shit,” some of the faceless dicks said.
“I want to swallow every load,” Bella told them. “Don’t you spill a drop.”
No sooner did she get a fresh cock in her mouth and one in each hand, then Taylor said “Let’s do doggy.”
Everybody switched positions. Now people had to get on their knees to get attention. It wasn’t very convenient for everyone else but Bella had 3 more orgasms and swallowed 2 more loads.
Taylor was ready to cum now. He stood up and she got on her knees in the sand in front of him.
As he was still coming, somebody else couldn’t wait and came on her tits.
“Im ma ma,” she said with her mouth full. She swallowed and gasped for a couple breaths, then repeated, “in my mouth.” She fastidiously wiped up every precious drop with her fingers and licked them off.
Bella looked and there were two more cocks left. One was around 7 inches and she asked it’s owner if he wanted to fuck her.
His reply was an enthusiastic “hell yeah!”
Taylor gave him a rubber.
He began to fuck her standing as she bent over to suck the smaller cock.
The she noticed the third man. His pants were still up, but he was rubbing his bulge slowly through the fabric. Bella beckoned to him.
He reluctantly approached, walking slowly.
She began stroking the prick that was in her mouth so she could talk.
“What. Do you. Have. There?” she asked with awkward pauses when 7-incher rammed her pussy. She put a finger on the taut fabric of his trousers.
“My cock,” he replied.
She licked the head of the dick in her other hand and continued to stroke it.
“Fuck!” 7-incher interjected.
Bella quickly turned around as he pulled out and stripped off his condom.
She didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of latex and spermicidal lubricant, but she wanted all his juice. She took all 7 inches, only gagging a little. She backed off after that, because she wanted the cum in her mouth, not her throat. How could she taste it, then? It wasn’t a very big load. She wondered if some of it ended up in the rubber.
Bella didn’t dwell on that long. There were other dicks left. The dude she was sucking was putting a rubber on to fuck her, and a skinny kid that came once when Taylor was fucking her was hard again.
She was getting fucked from behind and sucking young guy’s dick when she noticed the dressed guy had backed off again.
“Don’t you want to join the party?” she asked, stroking a cock.
“I don’t wanna fight the crowd,” said the guy in pants.
She shrugged and went back to her sex acts.
The young guy high-fived the man that was pumping Bella’s cunt. Achievement unlocked: Eiffel Tower.
“I love the way you suck cock,” he said.
At that, she increased the suction even more.
His response was “Oh shit,” and another hair trigger release.
Bella beckoned to the lurker again.
He walked towards her again, but this time he stopped out of her reach.
She had another orgasm. She’d lost count, but she noticed that they were almost to the point where they became more painful than pleasurable.
When it subsided, she said “let me have that dick.”
“Ask nicely,” he said.
“Please may I suck your cock?”
He unzipped his trousers and flopped out his unremarkable member. “Beg for it.”
Bella almost told him to fuck off, and then she noticed Taylor smiling. She decided to make a show of it, even though she was ready for it to be over with.
“Pleease give me that big dick. I want your cum so bad,” she said.
He stepped close enough that she could reach with her hand while still getting pounded.
She tugged it towards her mouth and reached with her tongue.
“Please?” she said again. “I need it.”
He relented. He let her suck for a few moments and then he began thrusting in time with the man behind her. Pushing his dick as deep as it would go and his groin into her nose. He grabbed her head with both hands and fucked it.
After a couple more minutes the man in her pussy said “I’m getting close.” He pulled out and began to remove the rubber.
She tried to turn to get the next load, but two hands held her head tight to a groin. She couldn’t breathe. She put a hand on his stomach and began to push.
Taylor locked eyes with the man in his girlfriend’s mouth.
The fact that she couldn’t breathe started to become a concern to Bella, although nothing as urgent as the impending money shot she was about to miss. This is how I want to die, she thought; suffocating on cock.
The other man held her there for another three count and then let go and asked Taylor “Do you have another rubber?”
Bella gasped as she turned around. The orgasm was already happening, but the man had his cock in a death grip, like kinking a hose. As soon as he thought her face was in range, he released it. Cum got on her cheeks and lower lip before she could get her mouth around it. That was close, she thought.
She caught her breath and fingered jizz into her mouth. She licked her lips and sucked her fingertips.
“Bend over,” he spoke softly, but firmly, “and back your ass up here,” he said as he finished rolling the latex sleeve down the base of his shaft.
She obeyed without thinking, and she was being fucked, slowly, but with long strokes. Each time just the point of the head remained touching her pussy lips and then pumped it all the way in, pulling her hips into him. Then he let go of her hips and grabbed her long red hair, still fucking in long slow strokes. She came again. He began to trace circles on her clitoris as he fucked. By the time she came twice more, everyone else had zipped their flies and left. He picked up the pace and stuck two fingers in her mouth. Bella sucked eagerly.
“You love to suck, don’t you?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm,” she replied, even though it was a rhetorical question.
He began to circle his finger soaked in her saliva around her asshole as he continued to fuck her pussy. As he inserted the finger, she came again. Her sphincter constricted on his fingers in greedy spasms.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she moaned.
After several more strokes he said “I wanna fuck your ass.”
She nodded imperceptibly.
“No,” Taylor said.
The man glared at him, still fucking his girlfriend, with his finger in her asshole and a handful of her long red hair. His next stroke was hard enough to make a slapping sound as his pelvis struck her ass. The next harder, pulling her hair further.
“Why. Don’t. You. Let the. Lady. Speak. For. Her. Self?” he asked, punctuating each word with his dick in Bella’s cunt.
She didn’t hate anal sex. It wasn’t her favorite, but she didn’t mind it. Taylor’s cock was too big for her ass, so she didn’t get much enjoyment out of it with him. It was never really expected when he wanted it. She would do it for his birthday, or if she was particularly happy with him lately, but she would refuse more often than not. Now, with her pussy chafing and sore, and this guys smaller penis, ass fucking didn’t sound bad at all. She didn’t want any future arguments with Taylor, though. “Just fuck. My pussy. Or let me. Suck you. Off,” she said while he pounded her, still looking at Taylor.
Taylor held the smaller man’s gaze.
When she finished, he turned back to her and said “Alright.”
He pulled out, peeled the condom off, and began masturbating vigorously.
Bella tried to get his dick in her mouth, and he would let her have the head every once in a while just to keep it lubricated.
She kneeled there in front of him while he franticly jerked off for what seemed like a long time. He seemed close to cumming a couple times, and Bella would open her cum-hungry mouth. Then a look of frustration would flash across his face and he wouldn’t be close anymore.
Finally he closed his eyes and arched his back. He tightened his grip and slowed his stroke. Bella put her lips on the exposed head of his cock. He grabbed her head with both hands and pushed himself all the way inside her mouth as he began to orgasm, fucking her face with each spurt. Then a couple more times, for good measure.
Bella swallowed his load with him still in her mouth.
He patted her on the top of her head and then removed his softening member from her mouth.
She got up and gave the man a hug. She pulled down her shirt and adjusted her skirt. She walked over to Taylor and hugged him. They’d done other gang bangs, although all those were in hotels or a sex club. She knew he wouldn’t want to kiss her on the lips after she had someone else’s jizz in her mouth. She kissed him on the neck.
“That was so fucking hot,” she said.
“You’re a good slut,” Taylor replied, patting her on the ass.
They released their embrace, and Bella heard a little girl scream.
She realized it wasn’t a little girl, it was Taylor.
The man was standing there, with a taser.
Nobody at the truck stop seemed to notice the scream.
The man put the taser back in his pocket, and removed some hand cuffs.
He put a knee in Taylor’s back and began to cuff the unconscious man’s hands.
Bella began to rain down flailing punches on him.
The man said “Ow!” and “Fuck!” Aside from that he ignored the assaults until the cuffs were secure behind her man’s back.
She panicked and turned to run.
“I’ll kill him,” the man said in a conversational tone.
Bella saw he was now, brandishing a knife.
“You Motherfucker!” Taylor yelled, still slurring his speech. Then he said “Run Bella!”
The man put the knife to Taylors throat and said “Go ahead,” in a calm, encouraging tone.
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
The man with the knife paused several seconds to allow everyone to grasp the situation, and then began to give directions
“Get up.” He searched them quickly, taking their phones. “Come with me,” he led them to the back of a semi truck, keeping a hand on the chain of the cuffs, and the knife in the other.
“Face that way. Get on your knees,” they heard him getting keys and unlocking a lock, then the squeak of the container opening.
“You stay down there, you get up,” he tugged on the handcuffs. Taylor got up. The man turned him around and pointed him at the back of the truck.
Taylor said “I’m going to kill you.”
The smaller man made a sound that was half a laugh. “You’re a bitch,” he said. He plunged the knife towards his abdomen. He reversed the grip with lightning speed and hit the man in the solar plexus with the hilt of the knife. Taylor collapsed and gasped for breath.
The man knelt down and whispered in his ear “I know your dick is bigger than mine, but I’m the killer here.”
He started talking in a conversational tone, “Bella, tell your bitch that getting himself killed so you can escape is a bad idea.”
She was sobbing. “I don’t want you to die, Taylor,” she whimpered.
“There you have it. Now get in, or I will tase you again and potato-sack-throw your ass in there.”
Taylor stepped on the step and laid down on the floor, then wormed his upper body into the empty container.
The man locked the door and began leading his other captive to the cab. “You hit me pretty hard back there. I don’t want you to attack me again.”
“I’m not going to hurt you if you cooperate.”
She sat in the passenger seat sobbing as the big rig pulled out of the truck stop.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked through her tears.
“Why do you suck so many cocks?” he asked in answer.
“Because I’m a slut.”
He thought for a moment, “What makes you a slut?”
For a moment she forgot she was crying and got pissed off. “Are you trying to psychoanalyze me, now? Do you think I was molested, or something?”
“No. It’s a simple question. Give me a simple answer.”
“I love sex.”
“I love doing this. We’re not fucking Thelma and Louise, though. I was civil and I answered your question, but we are done talking. Now you need to go lay down in that sleeper and close the curtain. We’ll be driving a while. You can take a nap if you want.”
When she closed the curtain the man said “No peeking. I could’ve cuffed you and put you in the back. Don’t make me regret that.”
She had no intention of napping, but after an hour the excitement subsided and the exhaustion of the evenings activities caught up with her, and the darkness, the motion, and the white noise lulled her to sleep.
“We’re here. Get up.”
He had a black eye. She’d given it to him after he tased Taylor. The sun was up. She was in the desert. They got out. There was an abandoned house. All of the windows were broken. Some were boarded up. Even the graffiti was sun faded. Aside from that, there was sand, the occasional tumbleweed or cactus and mountains in the far distance. The 18 wheeler was parked on what had once been a gravel road, but was now mostly covered in sand.
“Nice place,” Bella said.
“Glad you like it. Wait inside,” the kidnapper replied.
The place was trashed. There were holes in the plaster. Floorboards were missing. The doors were torn off all the cupboards. The refrigerator, furniture, and most of the big debris had been piled up outside, however and the interior was mostly empty.
There was a case of bottled water on the counter. Bella opened a bottle and took a drink. It was warm, but she was thirsty.
She realized she had to pee as well. There was no door on the bathroom, or seat on the toilet. There wasn’t any water in it either. She decided she needed to take care of this to make sure she was ready for whatever was going to happen next. She squatted and pissed in what remained of the toilet. Of course there was no paper. Bella was past caring.
She came out of the bathroom and their captor was pushing Taylor through the door of the shack.
Bella ran up and threw her arms around him.
“Are you alright?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“Do you want some water?” she asked.
“Oh God, yes.”
She poured some water into his mouth for him.
Taylor’s sigh of relief turned into another little girl scream.
He collapsed to the floor, and their abductor stood behind him with his taser.
“What’d you do that for?” Bella demanded.
“I wanted him to cooperate,” the man said, already starting to drag Taylor across the floor. “Don’t you try and fight me this time, either.”
She did as she was told.
The kidnapper unlocked one cuff and laced it through a broken floorboard, under the floor, around the beam and re-locked it on the other wrist. Now his arms were in front of him rather than behind his back.
Taylor woke to find he could basically only lay on his chest. If he squeezed his hands together on the sides of the beam, he could get into a push up position with a few inches of clearance, but that was pretty useless and impossible to hold for very long.
He’d also pissed his pants. Great, he thought.
“Your bitch had an accident. Take those wet pants off him,” the trucker commanded.
“I don’t want to,” she whined.
“The things I tell you to do are going to happen. Your eager compliance guarantees that they happen as smoothly and safely as possible. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“It’s okay, honey,” Taylor said.
“Tell your bitch to shut up,” the man commanded.
She hesitated, and he glared at her. Taylor nodded.
“Shut up,” she said sheepishly.
“Pants,” he reminded.
Taylor remained quiet and rotated his hips to help her get his pants off.
When they were removed the man asked “have you ever fucked your bitch in the ass?”
“What?” she asked.
“What do you think I said?”
“Have I ever fucked Taylor -”
“Your bitch,” he corrected.
“my bitch in the ass?”
“That’s right. Have you?”
“No,” she replied hesitantly.
Her tormentor beckoned her over. He grabbed her and pulled her body into his, and then turned her around to face the same direction as him. He held both her arms with his left arm and clamped a hand across her mouth. They were both looking at her bitch lying on the floor whimpering.
“Can I fuck your bitch in the ass?” He asked.
He muffled whatever she tried to say and forced her head to nod.
“Thank you,” he replied with a smile.
When he released her mouth she said “you can fuck my ass.”
“I know I can. That isn’t what we’re doing right now.”
He pulled something out of a duffel bag. It was hot pink dangling from a black leather strap.
“This is my cock that is fucking your bitch’s ass. I’ll let you wear it if you want.”
Bella had worn a strap-on before. A bigger one than this 5 inch thing, too. She had only fucked women with them, however. Vaginally.
She found the idea of ass-raping Taylor repugnant, but some part of her was really aroused by it, as well.
She looked at her man. Her bitch. He was sobbing silently. He nodded.
“Do you have lube?” she asked.
“I’m not a monster,” he answered.
He gave her the strap-on and the lube.
“Tell your bitch to put its ass in the air,” he commanded.
“Put your ass in the air,” she said.
“Bitch,” she repeated.
Taylor crawled his knees up until his as was in the air. He was distraught about become such a bitch, but he just wanted this whole experience over, even if that meant he was a body in a shallow grave.
Bella buckled her rapist’s cock in place. She squirted some lube in her hand and stroked it on her hot-pink member.
She got behind her bitch and massaged some lube on his asshole. She inserted a fingertip started working it.
Taylor’s shoulders were pressed into the jagged wood of the side of the floor. His wrists were bloody and raw from wearing the cuffs for so long. The floor was starting to get hot on his chest. He was crying incessantly. Inconsolably.
Bella inserted the head of the silicon dildo.
She froze for a moment, moved her hips a little bit. She looked over her shoulder at the rapist, her eyes pleading with him to stop.
“Get it all the way in,” was his reply.
She kept working at it, pushing a little further with each stroke.
Taylor continued wailing and crying.
Eventually she was able to sink it all the way to the base.
“Can I stop now?” she asked her masturbating captor.
“Not until I cum,” he replied.
Taylor wailed pitifully when he remembered how long it took the man to orgasm the previous night.
Bella theorized that fucking her bitch hard and fast might excite the trucker and bring him to climax sooner. She grabbed his hips and pumped harder, and faster.
The pressure of the base dildo on her clitoris began to turn her on. Her pussy was getting wet.
She remembered how she liked fucking women with her 8 inch, veiny artificial cock. She smiled a bit in spite of her bitches pathetic moaning.
Taylor felt as if he’d detached from his body. He was only dimly aware of what was happening. There was pain in his asshole and his wrists and his shoulders. He couldn’t really cry anymore. His eyes were sore. His muscles were stiff from his journey laying on the floor of the container. There were 2 burns where he’d been electrocuted by a taser, as well. But there was an overwhelming numbness that dulled all of that. It dulled his wits, as well. He couldn’t think. That was good. The full weight of consciousness wasn’t bearable right now. He just wanted to forget everything before he could even experience it. He quit moaning and wailing and just stared at nothing in particular. A part of the dirty, incomplete floor, a doorway, some sand, a wall with the copper wiring ripped out of it. These things were in his field of view, but they no longer registered.
The man who’d orchestrated this entire scene was in ecstasy. His orgasm came in a quarter of the time it took the previous night. It was so intense he lost control and his leg began to shake and he grunted.
Bella didn’t even notice. She was in the zone now. Pounding and pounding. She smacked her bitch on the ass. Hard. There was a red hand print.
She buried her cock to the hilt. She grabbed her bitch’s hair and rocked her clit against the bottomed-out dildo with her hips. She came, moaning.
Her trucker let out a wheezing laugh.
His dick was flacid already. She wondered how long it had been since he came.
Bella noticed he’d cum all over his cock and balls and belly. She licked up all his cum and swallowed every drop. She even licked the last couple drops from his hand.
He’d dropped them off in the middle of the desert. He gave them some more water and sandwiches.
“Six miles that way you can get a signal on your cell phone. Another two miles and you’ll be back at the truck stop,” he’d said.
They’d walked hand in hand most of the way.
Bella had avoided having sex for almost a week. It had seemed like an eternity to her. She’d masturbated, of course. Finally Taylor was fucking her. It was good. When she closed her eyes, she pictured her trucker, though.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she pleaded.
Taylor started crying.
She wondered how long she could stay with this bitch. Maybe another week or two. She knew she couldn’t leave him yet. She wasn’t a monster.