Garterbelt Novels & Stories

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.”

- Catarina, you are the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen! I was wearing a white corset with turquoise blue satin ribbons intertwined, with delicate bows at the ends. The corset was half-cup, made of tulle and fine French lace; the straps were tied in a delicate turquoise satin ribbon over my shoulders. Garters hung from it, holding up the hem of my thigh-high stockings, which were made of the same French lace. The thong was made of white lace, tied at the sides with turquoise satin ribbons.

“The best sets. Garter belts. Lacey things. Something unforgettable. Something that says take me. I need to go back and remind myself what I’m missing. Or what I want.” She hadn’t asked questions, not the deep, probing ones. Just laughed and said, “Say no more. Consider your ass covered. Literally. I know exactly what you need.” And I knew, standing outside Kai’s apartment door, the silk dress whispering around my legs, the lace of the garter burning against my skin, how hot, how undeniably sexy, the lace and silk felt against my skin. It wasn’t just lingerie, it was armor, a statement, an invitation, it was power.

Eleanor asked them to join her on couch. "Well... It is something from your mom’s to you all. Grace and Rachel could you please help me." The boys were looking at two boxes in front of them when Grace came forward. She opened one of the two boxes. It had three bracelets... TRIPLETS BRACLETS PRECISELY. It was white gold Cartier... Inside they had their initials engraved. It was simple and elegant, nothing fancy. Grace put one on each of their wrists. And stood up leaving space for Rachel, as she was holding another box.

My fingers covered my freshly painted lips to stifle a gasp. I would recognize that belt over any of Nox's assortment. What caught my attention was the buckle—very distinctive silver with a swirl. It was the same one I'd found in his closet in Rye, the one he'd told me to use, and the one he'd told me to bring back to the city.

A low whistle escaped his lips. “Wow. You won’t kidding about the water damage.” “No, no I was not.” I noticed Barnett carrying something in his right hand. “What’s that?” Barnett looked down at his hand. “It’s a back support belt, to prevent back injuries while lifting. I brought it for you.” Barnett handed the black Velcro belt to me. He removed his suit jacket to reveal a white shirt and black back support belt hugging his muscles tight. Slowly, he rolled his shirt cuffs up to expose his strong, toned arms.

Since I now knew that the black set fit, I moved on to some of the other lingerie she picked out for me. “Is this black garter set what you picked out for me to wear under my dress?” I asked, holding up the items wide eyed. How was I supposed to get all of this on? My goodness! What goes where? “Yup! It’s hot, isn’t it!” Tenley screeched with happiness. “Yeah, if I can get it all put on correctly,” I yelled over to her.

A black Garter belt with a tag: Wear This Tonight. She remembered the rules: The Submissive should always wear a garter belt. She quickly closed the box. “It's a handkerchief and… a garter belt.” Jennifer said and they looked at her with devious smile as they took the box. “Wear this tonight? Mmm… someone is about to have her first honeymoon tonight.” Ashley said reading the tag. “No… I wish. We are going on this stupid business dinner with That pervert I mean Tom Rooney. I just hate that man.” Jennifer said.

I already regret a little. He suddenly grabbed my hand expressionlessly and, under my cowering gaze, placed my hand on his waist. The belt tightened the black uniform on his upper body, strangling the curve of his waist in an extremely distinctive way. I marveled at the thinness of his waist and was shocked at the strength of his waist. I was startled and looked at him apprehensively, "What?" "Did you touch it?" "Hmm?" "My belt is made of cowhide." "What?" I was a little confused, not sure why he was saying that.

"Oh no you don't we'll be late for our own party, besides, we have eyes on us." "Caitlin close your eyes, come on do it for daddy." She just grinned at me so I got an idea. I got one of her toys to keep her occupied before tackling a grinning Kat to the floor out of sight. She was wearing garter belts and heels with fuck hot thigh highs. All grown up my girl. "Damn baby your ass looks fucking perfect in these things, what are they anyway?" "It's called a Tonga." I pulled the lacy scrap down as far as the garter would go but that wasn't good enough so I tore them. She arched her back pushing her pussy higher for my mouth. She didn't even fuss at me for ruining her pretty underwear; fuck I lov