Diaper Chastity Captions Novels & Stories

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.

She stroked him a few times, putting on a show for him and the people who’d see it in a few days. Tearing it open, she happily rolled it over his thick pinkish tip, and down the thickness, she couldn’t wait to slobber all over. The synthetic latex-free condom was so thin, covering his dick. Chelle made a reminder to ask him to see how it was created. Looking up at him and the camera, Chelle trailed her tongue up the underside of his dick, then placed kisses around the tip. As if the condom wasn’t there, she nastily spit on it before twirling

Then I laced the corset so tightly it dramatically narrowed her waist, pushing her breasts up beautifully. “No clothing allowed in the house unless I decide to show you off,” I told her as I inserted a large metal plug into her ass, making her whimper. Finally, I locked a sleek steel chastity belt around her waist and between her legs, covering her clit with a teasing plate. Diana stood before the mirror, breathing fast. The sight of her in full uniform, collared, cuffed, corseted, plugged, and belted was intoxicating. “How do you feel, pet?” I asked, tugging the ring on her collar.

Sebastien looked at me as he waited for me to finish what I have just said. “Because of what happened down the river?” He laughed, it was so loud that it echoed throughout the place. “I bet it wasn’t because of that…why would the Higher Children care if a captive was defiled by their kin, let alone abused night after night.” He was still laughing as he shakes his head from side to side in disbelief from what I just said. Defiled. That word struck me like a sword thrust between the cage of my ribs. The things that he has been through and the things he had seen every night as he is locked in that carriage with Matthias. I could not imagine the horrors and the pain he had inflicted on Sebastien

Back in the bathroom, I locked the main door, climbed onto the radiator, and taped a single sheet to the biggest mirror. On it, a blown up selfie I’d snapped last summer, me in a red bikini at the lake, middle finger high, tongue out, Martha photobombing behind me with devil horns. Except I’d Sharpied over Martha’s face with a cartoon devil tail curling out of her ass and the words STEP DADDY’S FAVORITE in dripping bubble letters. Underneath, in smaller print: *Ask her how my sheets taste.* I took a pic, posted it to the school’s anonymous confession page @WestviewTea, 2.3k followers, zero mercy. Caption: Truth hurts, vanilla lips.

Scrolling through seems fine. First one: Are you happy with the following being used? Restraints Handcuffs Bed restraints Door restraints Chains Rope Blindfolds Gags Nipple clamps Genital clamps Floggers Whip Riding crops Cane Belt Collar Masks I give up. I know I shouldn't and that I should keep going, but everything so far seems fine. So, I guess skipping to the next page might be more interesting.

I say, then gawk at a female holding a whip and hitting some air with it like a seasoned pro. “Oh that’s Sabrina, one of my mate’s grandnieces. She’s an excellent dominatrix. Ohhh let’s get you into some leather,” Diana exclaims, as I feel my face grow as red as my hair, then bury it in my hands. “I think the best way to torture them all would be for me to get in a chastity belt,” I say, looking at a female holding one up. Diana shakes her head. “It’ll torture you a whole lot more than them,” she says, and Hope agrees.

(We used the word FAP a lot in public for kicks, or when she was feeling a bit racy. We both stayed clear of tags like r**e, Scat, water sports, Non-consensual, gangbang, deep throat... well, actually we liked Deep Throat, just with 2 people only, of course. The other penetration came in the form of a dildo or a butt plug (which she loved).

I moaned loudly as I adjusted to the fullness. I sat at my desk completely naked, both holes filled, the nose retainer still in place, my body covered in welts and cane marks. Every time I shifted in the chair the toys moved inside me. I tried to focus on the case files, but it was nearly impossible. My tits ached, my ass burned, my cunt throbbed around the dildo. I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers.

She locked the door of the farthest stall, heart pounding in her throat. She lifted her skirt to her waist. The black lace panties were already dark in the center, drenched. She pulled the fabric aside with two fingers, exposing her red, swollen pussy, glistening with arousal. The outer lips parted, clit swollen and begging for touch. She took the photo with flash—the harsh light highlighting every drop of slick running down. No filter. No caption. She sent it. Seconds later: **Fabian:** Fuck, Jéssica. **Fabian:** Look at that dripping slut pussy. Is it dripping on the bathroom floor?