Chasity Belt Women Novels & Stories

The woman replies. "Do you have a particular style dress in mind?" The woman asks. "No not yet. I still have to look through these." I reply as I hold up the catalogs. "I see. Well if you'd like I can show you the styles of belts and sashes we carry and we can order the one you like best in this color." The woman says as she opens another book in front of me.

She shoved her work laptop into a leather briefcase and reached for the grey jacket she had slung over the back of her chair. Grey jacket, grey calf-length skirt, flat, sensible patent pumps, and, yes, definitely tights. Not stockings. Tights. Possibly of the support variety. Who knew? It was impossible to tell what sort of figure she had under the prim ensemble, but Chase knew; he knew from head to toe. Though after six years, he wondered if something had changed. Not fat, not thin, not tall... The shirt managed to hide everything up top, and the skirt did a similar job with everything down below. And why the hell was he looking anyway?

“As much as I love to see you undressed like that, cowboy, it is a little informal. So maybe you oughta cover up all those muscles so female party goers aren’t drooling on you.” “Such sweet bullshit.” Chase retreated to the bedroom and yanked on new jeans, buttoned the white shirt, added his championship belt buckle, slipped on his boots and hat. All in under two minutes. “So? Do I pass?” She nodded, and returned her focus to two pairs of shoes. One pair, four inches high, were a funky shade of shiny yellow patent leather with turquoise stitching. The other pair, were flats, fancied up with flowers, but were nowhere near as hot as the stilettos.

I just had to be patient. I was holding up frames against the wall next to the bed when Chastity came out of the bathroom in a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove, and a dark blue V-neck sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. All of it fit her perfectly, and her curves were shown off nicely. I had to swallow back a groan as I watched her bend over to grab her cowboy boots. Her ass looked perfect in those jeans.

Tiffany was discussing a fancy dress she was trying to get a store to bring in for her. I mostly ignored her because dresses didn't pique my interest. My fashion sense was along the lines of ‘if it keeps me warm and dry, it's good.' She froze in mid-sentence, and I sensed a wave of disbelief wash over her. When I looked at her, I noticed she was staring at me with wide eyes. Nix, Chloe, and Greg were all staring at her, perplexed.

It felt lewd just to hold it in her hands. She worked out the chastity belt. It was how Heath had described, like pulling on underwear, with a strap like a g-string connected to a belt that went around her waist. Both were adjustable by buckle. Most disturbingly, there was a chain with a padlock that would prevent the removal of the device once it was buckled in place. “We will be late to class,” he observed. She was panting with stress, and yet, somewhere behind the panicked embarrassment and resentment… she was turned on.

I can find other ways to push her buttons. She stretches at the corner of the ring, waiting impatiently for me to get my ass up. I took a glance at where she stood. She still has her hands crossed on her beautiful goddamn chest and her breasts perks up and mighty, yelling for me to notice them. She wore yoga pants, her ass taking the perfect shape underneath. Her calves and thighs were so well-toned that I can assume she takes her workout seriously. The infamous Chase, bloody and all, stood from the chair he once sat on and was whispering something to Mari. Maybe to think again. I like this Chase. He’s smart. If only he could let Mari decide for herself. She was barely listening to him. She

Chassy I am Chastity Reid. Chassy, for short, and an omega, just like my mother, Merlisa, who is also from the Red Moon Pack and found her mate in human territory who happens to be my father, whom I haven’t remembered or seen since I was a child. I don’t remember my mom treating me nicely either. She was always yelling and shouting at me, which made me realize at such a young age that she didn’t care or love me.

Slut and I both chorused, "Yes, mistress mommy." Mistress mommy then walked from the room. I then turned to slut, as she began to put the "belt" on. I watched and tried to see how she was doing this, so I could repeat it with mine. There was a thick strip of leather that seemed to be for fastening around the waist, and two smaller strips that fastened around each thigh. I got the idea, and began to put mine on, as slut adjusted her belt for the proper fit. I got mine on, and it seemed to be pretty straight forward. But I was confused as to the purpose. It certainly didn't cover our pussies, asses, or assholes. And there were two straps that hung down and held a larger loop of leather just ab

"And they say that chivalry is dead." "I bring back trends like a top-notch trendsetter," Caira quipped, and I didn't even deny. Because Caira was a trendsetter. A month ago, she had stepped out while wearing a thin cloth belt around her neck and tying it to give it the style of a tie while pairing it with a black tank-top, and matching pink shorts and blazer. It had instantly blown up on Tiktok and I*******m, and were now crazy new additions to the already going on transition and transformation tiktoks and reels. Social media loved Caira, and it was because she was scandalous and talented.