Chasity Belt Women Novels & Stories

She looks at me, her eyes dark with lust, and does something unexpected. She sits upright, her hand finding its way inside my belt and into my boxers. "Looks like you want me too, Chase," she spits, her fingers wrapping around my hard length. She slowly begins unbuckling my belt, removing it in one smooth motion and tossing it across the room. I let her unbutton my pants before her hands find their way to my shirt, deftly unbuttoning it from top to bottom before yanking it off my back and discarding it as well.

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.”

"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

"Hi, Chad. Why are you here? Wow, you even brought two beautiful ladies!" A chubby man under five feet tall emerged. He was dressed in luxury, including a cool belt, crocodile leather shoes, and various limited-edition designer pieces.

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.