Full Chastity Belt Male の小説・ストーリー

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."

he replied, lowering his voice. "Okay," I said. "Let me just close up the shop, and we can take a look." I locked the door, flipped the sign to "Closed," and turned back to him, my heart pounding with anticipation. He walked over to the counter, pulled a package from his bag, and opened it. Inside was a black leather jockstrap. It had a large pouch to accommodate his cock and balls, with the outside made of rough, polished leather and the inside lined with soft suede. The belt featured steel studs and a sturdy steel buckle that fastened in the back, while braided leather straps curved under to cradle what I could only imagine were perfect buttocks.

I ask angrily as I tug the bedding off my body, to see what was really going on there. “Calm down, Malyshka. It's only pleasure from here on.” Dimitri responds with a smirk. I look down and find what seems to be a chastity belt but with a suction that sits snug around my vulva. What made this glaringly different from a chastity belt is that instead of preventing pleasure, it was building it. My hand flies to the back and I try to take it off, only to realise it was next to impossible. “Take this off right—” I start to say, only to break into a loud moan.

he growls. “It’s basically the male equivalent of a chastity belt. But in this case, if you get an erection, you’ll impale your own penis on the spikes inside the belt,” Elio says calmly. He’s doing a great job of keeping his voice moderated as if he’s calmly talking about the weather. “Now, be a good little shit and let me put this on you,” Avani says.

Others I didn’t want to imagine the purpose of. Red-lined leather cuffs, silicone ball gags, satin blindfolds, short riding crops, long dragon-tail whips, collars with heavy metal O-rings, a glowing acrylic wand, and something cold and stainless that was definitely not jewelry. “Juliet… what the hell is this?” Samy was holding a wide belt rigged with buckles and straps that looked like it belonged in a post-apocalyptic war zone. “No idea,” I said. “But it looks complicated. And expensive.”

"However, she opened the box directly in order to see what was inside." "There was a pair of shorts inside, but it looked different because there were a lot of tiny locks on iy." What's this? It's a chastity belt. Noah's smile looked a little malicious as he replied to her. "Meanwhile, Nathaniel was smirking as well." "Ask Noah to help him put it on. If you can open all the locks tonight, you can have your wedding night. I promise that this is the last prank. But, oh well, there's nothing we can do if you can't open the locks."

He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. I was so shocked at these revelations that I couldn’t even respond to his kiss. “Why would you do such a thing?” I asked, thinking it to be a complete waste of money. “Because I can,” he replied smugly. “And I want to. For you.” I snapped my mouth close. I was still wearing the necklace, anklets, ring and gold chain he had given me. Yesterday, before he had gone to his study, he had locked me in a chastity belt. “You will not touch yourself until I return.” He had put the key in his pants pocket and gone.

Shuddering, I put it down, wondering why and exactly who would buy something like that. “It’s for chastity, Princess.” My eyes drifted towards him, his fingers trailing over the other belt like thing which had a heart cutout at the front and locks at the bottom. He smirked at me and said, “They have one for naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” My throat felt dry. Licking my lips, I asked, “W-why would anyone buy it though?” “It’s a kink. Staying in denial after edging and giving the control to their partner.”

His stare was a bit too possessive, but I also found it a turn-on. ​His fingers pinched my chin, forcing my eyes to look straight into his. "Mmm, if you want me to help make him pay, then you won't mind rewarding me first." He chuckled deeply as he started to undo his belt. ​My heart raced as his belt clicked apart and his zipper lowered. He moved his pants off, and I watched him free his massive manhood. I never knew anyone could be so thick, or how it would fit inside another person.

"Honestly, Gabe, you sound like a jealous boyfriend." Before I could shoot back an insult, he walked over to the door and bolted it shut. The heavy click of the lock resonated through the quiet room. He walked back toward the wardrobe, his movements deliberate. He took off his shirt slowly, hanging it up on a hanger without breaking eye contact. Then, in a fluid casual motion, he unfastened his belt and pulled it from his trouser loops. The trousers fell slightly, revealing the distinct bands of his Calvin Klein boxers.