Permanent Chastity Belt Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

After all just like I am a product of my circumstances, so is he. “Dysnomia, tell Zared what you told me. What you want or need and why.” Celeste puts her warm strong hand on my shoulder. “Zared, I want you to go through what I went through. I want you to feel humiliated. I want you to hate your body for reacting to touches that your head doesn’t want. I want you to wear this,” I hold the male chastity belt, “and a corset so you experience how it is to be limited in every movement. I want you to be owned by me. Like you owned and used me.”

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."

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.”

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.

Nobody questioned the stone-faced librarian who hurried home and slammed the door shut. Unlike the other days, Mary decided to make preparations before taking on the big black cock. She inserted the second-largest vibrator as Kegel weights the whole time and plugged it in with the vibrating handle at work. For that, she deliberately wore a dress and strapped the vibrator in with a hastily purchased faux leather chastity belt to strap the vibrator in. Nobody could tell that anything was different with Mary as she became better at controlling her expression at work, although there were many increased bathroom sessions.

she chirps, her amused gaze drifting over my torn, sweat-soaked workout gear and Valerius’s dirt-streaked face. "Never mind us," I pant, my human heart still frantically trying to settle back into a normal rhythm after the grueling run. "Do you have it?" With a theatrical flourish, she snaps the velvet box open. Nestled inside the silk lining is a piece of engineering that looks vastly more like a high-tech surgical instrument than a chastity restraint. It is crafted from a shimmering, matte silver-titanium alloy, intricately etched with faint, glowing runes that hum with a low-frequency magical vibration.

Azxel looked up at him warily, his body still aching from the earlier torment. "I think it's time for you to earn your reward," Sky purred, reaching for the chastity belt. He unbuckled it and pulled it off, freeing Azxel's sore cock. Azxel gasped as the blood rushed back, his cock springing to life despite the pain. Sky chuckled darkly and grabbed the implement he had used earlier, removing the small plug sealing Azxel's cum hole. "There," he said, tossing it aside. "Now you can cum. But only if you do it properly."

My body shook, fingers dug deeper into his arms, eyes shut. But just when my walls came crashing down, he pulled away. “This is your punishment,” he whispered, before stretching his hand to the drawer next to the bookshelf. My gaze darted to his hand and I almost choked at what I saw. A chastity pant. A stainless steel chastity pant. Disappointment flashes across my face. I watched him strap me with it, lock it, and remove the key. The heat between my thighs is heightening. Then he kissed me. Not gently. Not questioningly.