Chasity Belt Women Novels & Stories

I tried to blink away my homicidal thoughts and I turned my attention to the girl in front of me. "Are we there yet?" I asked the girl in front of me and she turned around to look at me. She actually looked surprised that I was following her and it took a minute before she recognized who I was. "Oh…I forgot about you for a second there. Yes, we are close ( the girl looked at her wristwatch) shit! Time got away from us, we should hurry, Alpha Ryan has Zero tolerance for tardiness. You are an Alpha blood, right or maybe a beta…you have to be one to be a poison ivy. My name is Chastity. I am a level 1 ivy"

Margaux eagerly unwrapped the box. Inside lay a jewelry belt, delicate yet striking. It was crafted from rose gold links, each one shaped like a blooming camellia, with tiny rubies nestled in the center of every flower. The chain was designed to drape gracefully around the waist, with a single strand that dipped lower at the front, where a ruby teardrop pendant hung like a finishing note. “I thought it would pair nicely with the necklace,” Freya added casually. Mrs. Fontaine’s eyes sparkled as she held the belt up. “It’s exquisite. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Other members of security were guarding the perimeter of Odette Island. After her mother put the expensive heirloom around her neck, Chastity stepped forward. “I have something borrowed.” Chastity held a plain, small, long, white box in her hand. She opened it to reveal a tennis bracelet. “I’m letting you borrow my favorite tennis bracelet – emphasis on borrow.” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “I understand and thank you,” Caitlin said. “Hurry and put it on. We have to get you into your dress,” her mother urged.

"All the way out here in the boondocks, we have wi-fi and the interwebs. Why, hell, we even have the dot com." She paused her movements to purse her lips at him. Then she went back to her digging, tucking a few stray red strands behind her left ear. From her bag, she extracted a small black cube about the size of a baseball. This she set up on a miniature tripod in the center of the table, then she went back to rooting around in the satchel. Hunter tried unsuccessfully to avoid staring at the way her wispy white blouse gapped in the front every time she leaned over the bag. Ms. Chastain had stellar cleavage. That paired with the nicely rounded ass he'd appreciated outside made her an i

I leave unsaid that the number of women that have been pressured into non consensual sex is high. I never cared about it much. I probably still wouldn’t if Dysnomia hadn’t forced that chastity belt on me. I could let myself enjoy her touching me, even if it wasn’t the way I craved to be touched, but the belt prevented me from doing what I wanted. I couldn’t shift nor change after training without people seeing it. So I didn’t, it was a constant reminder that I belonged to her. That she owned me. It was the exact same when I made her and the girls wear the chastity belts. I wanted them and everybody else to know they were mine. But the experience of wearing one changed me. I now have empathy

Her chest was pounding erratically in her chest. ‘I have to change and look good. No, look hot. Whoever that girl is doesn’t look like a relative,’ Rita mumbled to herself and rushed to her closet. She had to make sure she looked like she didn’t try hard to look nice. So she went for a midi red belted button down shirt dress. It made her look casual and hot at the same time. The belt accentuated her perfect tiny waist and the dress hugged her figure perfectly, not too tight and not too loose.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

She wore a smart tartan skirt that fell to her knees, a shirt that was tighter than she recalled, showing off her generous chest and curves, not showing her tummy, whilst still being buttoned to the neck so as not to be too racy. But underneath she had allowed herself to wear a beautiful new suspender belt, baby blue with ruffles and ribbon. one would never know under the smart skirt lay that and her tight matching panties and bra. Simple black stockings completed the outfit, making her look smart and almost teacher like, her glasses adding an edge to her appearance. The suspender belt was a gift to herself, after losing her self confidence to an ex who was offensive about her size 20 curves

I asked, returning my attention to Chasity, who was now back on her feet and glaring at me. “Uh, sure.” She handed me the belt but before I could take it, Chasity charged at me again. I needed that belt but if she managed to hit me, I could end up on the wrong side of the rope. Tightening my grip around my bad arm, I jumped into the air extended my leg as hard as I could. Chasity ran right into my foot as it connected with the bottom of her chin.

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.