Chasity Belt Women Novels & Stories

There were quite a few dresses in the wardrobe that Charlotte usually felt embarrassed to touch, after all, each one of them looked expensive. Charlotte had chosen a white, waist-cinching midi dress with three-quarter sleeves. The dress was a new summer release from Brand A, featuring a faux belt design around the waist. The belt was adorned with floating camellia embroidery, making her waist look even smaller and more delicate.

Chloe wasn't sure that she wanted to know how that got there. Veronica had a white leather belt around her waist and white leather straps around each thigh just under her ass. Some contraption was attached to the belt she was wearing. It looked like a carrot stuck out in the front. She was kneeling behind Jonathan, and she reared down on his ass hard with something in her hand. When she pulled back, Chloe could see it was a large pocket watch about 3 times the size of a standard pocket watch, and it left quite a mark. "Oh! Yes, White Rabbit!" Jonathan groaned against the strike.

TEXAS, HOUSTON 2017 ~SIERRA~ "Shit, where’s that belt?” I cursed as I started looking for my belt. It’s a challenge for us plus-size women to wear an office skirt without a belt, it makes you look unprofessional. When I found it, I placed it around my waist. It would also help in case no one wanted to hire a pregnant woman, as my bump was already showing. “I should register for a yoga class,” I reminded myself as I looked in the mirror. My hands unintentionally reached my bump.

she winked at me and selected the items with my sizes. The funny thing was, she got different colors and designs. I just followed her and checked for other items inside the shop. I frowned as to how the tiny pieces of cloth won’t make me bizarre in front of Chadrick. "Darling, these garters and belts will add more fun," she raised those for me to see. "Mom, what the hell?" I gritted my teeth "Put it back!" I shivered as I felt embarrassed. She chuckled "Don't be shy, it will make him happy," she didn't stop. She picked up two items and put on her cart before moving to the next group of items.

The viciousness in his eyes was so terrifying that Cecilia froze. Getting up, he pulled out a chastity belt from nowhere. Cecilia gulped as she stared at it, trying her best to cower away from him. That belt seemed to be of higher quality than the one she had three years ago. She thought she was losing it. If Bennett had his way, she wouldn't be able to hide their relationship. With the belt hanging off his index finger, he slowly moved closer to her. "This is my gift to you. It's a new style; I specifically ordered it for you. Do you like it? It has a fingerprint sensor lock."

"Sure, of course. What time is it anyway?" "It's a little past eight, but Chase has been out workin' since well before six. Up with the sun, that one! Anyway, I'm very close to him and help out managing the house." Her mouth was animated as she held the tray propped against her hip and gestured with her other free hand. Her black hair flowed in waves over her shoulders. Her chocolate-brown eyes were the highlight of a very pretty face covered with a little too much makeup. Thin, but with curves in all the right places, she wore Daisy Duke denim-blue shorts, showing off her long legs, and a stretchy, lightweight sweatshirt-like top, along with tall cowboy boots.

Cherry, however, had a flush to her face that suggested that her earlier statement about not having sex in public was undergoing a revision. Michael had to admit that the new outfit looked very overtly sexy. Her top was a halter design with a Velcro-fixed choker neck. The back was low, and a side zip ensured that it fitted tightly around her ribs. The front had a long slit from the choker neck down almost to the hem, and Cherry's magnificent breasts were pressed into two beautiful globes by the fabric. To go with the top, the two women had picked a pair of shorts that really deserved the name. They were cut low across her hips and high across her bottom. They were fantastically tight and the

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But this—this kinda counts, right? Still, here I am—18, 5’11”, 250 lbs of awkward tomboy, trying to disappear into a banquet chair while all the popular girls twirl around the floor in their strappy heels and glitter gloss. “Could this be any more boring?” Chastity whines beside me, fanning herself with a crumpled program. She’s not even in choir, but she came as my guest because, as she says, someone has to keep me from becoming an actual recluse.

Then, she said sweetly, “Get me this set and pack it up.” “Alright, please pay the bill here,” a saleswoman said with a grin. Chase did not have any opinions of his outfit because he only wore clothes that were clean and comfortable. While Bianca was paying, some women came into the store. When they saw Chase, they were mesmerized by his looks. Two of them came over with red faces and asked for Chase’s contact number, but Chase rejected them. One of the rejected women was not mad. Instead, she took out her phone and sent a message to her good friend.