Full Chastity Belt Male Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 He unzipped the red sack and started pulling things out like he had packed an entire sex shop. Thick black leather belt with heavy silver jingle bells that rang when he shook it. Velvet cuffs lined with white fur, a bottle of lube the size of my forearm. A string of shiny silver anal beads that got gradually bigger, a thick red silicone cock with a suction cup base. My pussy clenched so hard just looking at it all that another trickle of wetness slid down my thigh.

He wasn't shock, he knows I don't do this kind of shit. "I'm not going to bondage you if that's what you're thinking" he sighs. I nod before going on my knees. He unbuckle his expensive belt and pull it off, unzipping his slack before pulling it down. My mouth almost watered on what I was seeing. "Like it?" He asked, grabbing my hand and placing it in his brief short. I touch the material covering that bulging giant there. I was big alright but this was much bigger. What kind of mess will I end up in tonight

I’d allowed him to put the belt on me, and he was trusting I wouldn’t use teeth. He was already hard. Watching me come must have turned him on, or perhaps it was the image of me kneeling at his feet with his belt restraining me. The head of his dick was fat, and the shaft long and thick. A vein protruded, and in spite of how terrifying it was to have the makeshift leash on me, I stared, intrigued.

Shutting my eyes for a moment, the bottom of my lip dragged between my teeth. "Stretch out your hands for me." Slave thrust her hand out, but supported the trembling hand with the other. Still bare, I opened a drawer, after browsing through the many collections of the sex toys stacked in there; my hand grabbed a leather belt I had kept there for quite some time now. Glancing at Slave while I pulled out the leather belt, an evil smirk plastered on my face. "You see this?"--shaking the belt in Slave's pale face, I listened to her heart juggling in her chest– "this has been in there for more than twenty years. I'm gonna use this on you and see if it still can do its job."

Claire smiled at me and pulled out a key from her pocket. “He’s got some serious strength, this is copper-made, and he managed to make such a big dent on it.” “Looks like you and your fiancé need a new toy.” Claire gave me the stink eye. "Wow! Did you guys get into the water?" She took off the chastity belt and shook it twice. "It's full of water, and your shorts are soaked..." "It's not water..." I looked down and covered my face. "This really sucks..."

“Surprise me.” I blinked. Once. Twice. And then I spotted it. A limited edition black leather belt—hand-stitched, luxury branded, and with a sleek, matte metal buckle. Elegant. Commanding. Dangerous. Just like him. Except… this belt came with discreet loops, meant to double as soft restraint points. Functional, fashionable, and filthy. I picked it up, inspected it like I was considering a Rolex. “This,” I said, deadpan, “is art.” Lucian chuckled darkly. “So you're saying you’d like to see me in it.”

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

"Two minutes." I excused myself quietly. The coat closet at the end of the first floor corridor was small and dark. I slipped inside and stood in the dark waiting. Thirty seconds. Eli slipped through the door and pulled it shut and the dark was total and immediate. Then I felt his hand finding the front of my trousers working at my belt with that calm unhurried precision he brought to absolutely everything. He worked the chastity device out of his jacket pocket and I felt the cool metal of it in the dark and the deliberate way he fitted it in place and the click of the small lock engaging and the cold weight of the key disappearing into his own pocket.

With a soft thud from his belt, his arousal was exposed. Fuck, he is so big!

"What's the sash for?" "Your chastity belt," Lale responded. "Chasti-what?" Najmah choked, staring at Lale as if she had uttered blasphemy. "You can't be serious. Please tell me you're joking." "Dead serious," Lale grinned. "It's the maidenhood belt which symbolises..." "I know what it means," Najmah cut her off. "Why do I have to wear it though? Or is wearing it also a big Turkish culture?" "Not necessarily," Lale shrugged. "You can choose to wear it or not, it's your choice. Your brother has to tie it around your waist."