Full Chastity Belt Male 소설 & 이야기

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 tone drops, dark and possessive. "You’ll be wearing this until I decide otherwise." He pulls a small, sleek black box from his pocket. My stomach twists when I recognize it, a chastity device, the kind that locks tight, denying me any chance of relief. "No—" The word dies on my lips before I can even finish. His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back. "No?" His laugh is low, dangerous. "You think you have a choice?" He doesn’t wait for an answer. His fingers work quickly, spreading my lips, pressing the cold metal against me.

very persuasive. I bite my lip. — What are you wearing, wench?- He asks. Theos, phone sex? Yes, yes please! I play hard to get. —A chastity belt.- I answer him in a sexy whisper. — Mmm, the girl in the iron thong, I like it. Can I try to remove it with the tip of my tongue? Oh! I lead my hand that isn’t holding my cell phone down between my legs and start carescaressings the moisture and warmth there. My breathing becomes ragged.

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.

She wrapped it around my waist and then slid the strap as I had anticipated between my legs and secured it. "This serves two purposes," she told me. "First it holds those balls and the plug in. Second, it acts as a chastity belt so you can't rub your clit." I didn't think of it in those terms, but in a way that was worse than the panties because I probably could have gotten myself off when I was wearing them by rubbing myself against something hard. This belt was very firm and strapped very tightly against me so I probably couldn't get any friction against my happy spot. At least I wouldn't be rubbing my clit with every step.

He stopped, his eyes still fixed on me, burning dark with an intensity I had never seen before. Slowly, his hand reached to his waist. With a sudden, violent jerk, he unbuckled his brown leather belt. The metal buckle gave a sharp sound loud enough to frighten me as it came undone. With one just aggressive pull he removed his belt from his trouser loops. As the leather came free, his trouser loosened, sliding down slightly to reveal the waistband of his tight white boxers. He didn't seem to care about how I was staring. He doubled the leather strap over in his hand, his knuckles white.

Like her, he didn't wear anything to add scent to his body, so it was just Cage. "You need help with that? Those clasps were designed in the Victorian era to never be opened." "Yeah, I should probably practice where I can see it before I try it on a real, gorgeous woman again." "I still struggle sometimes myself," Kota blatantly lied as she reached behind her and unhooked it with a finger and thumb. "Right, that was a real struggle, show off," Cage laughed and slid the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. "I think it's going to feel so good when you rub your dick on my pussy," Kota explained her plan for today while she worked on Cage's belt and zipper, then pushed his pants an