Permanent Chastity Belt Novels & Stories

He carried me, and placed me on the couch, and set me down in the middle. I sat there with my cotton shorts, my thin tank top, and sneakers, just sitting there like a baby, watching him. He knelt in front of me and brought out a belt from under the couch. The belt was black and made of leather, with multiple straps, buckles, and D-rings. He’d bought it, perfectly for this. He started with my waist. He wrapped the leather around me, snug, not too tight, but enough that I couldn’t slip out.

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..."

He chose what she wore around the penthouse (usually very little) and controlled when she was allowed to orgasm. It was strange at first. Humbling. But also strangely calming. On the fourth day, Julian introduced the chastity belt. It was made of smooth metal and locked with a small padlock. He had her wear it for four hours that afternoon while she worked from his home office. The constant pressure and inability to touch herself kept her in a constant state of low-level arousal and awareness of his control. By the end of the four hours, she was desperate. When Julian finally removed it that evening, he didn’t let her come right away. Instead, he made her kneel and thank him for the reminder

And instead of him gaining an erection, his manhood was shrinking. His lack of response was boring Rolph out so he brought out another bottle of pills and forced it down Ben's mouth with the wine. He stood up, went to the wall hanger and selected a chastity belt with a cock casing. He then released the boy's legs, untapped the vibrator, suited him up with the belt, encased the jelly penis with the cock ring left on- in the cock case. He then walked out of the room. Rolph was pissed.

Her eyes were dark and commanding. “Inside,” she said softly. The moment the door closed, she pushed him against it and kissed him with bruising intensity. “Tonight I’m not just going to fuck you,” she whispered. “Tonight I’m going to offer you something real. Something permanent.” She led him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. From a drawer, she pulled out a heavy, permanent metal chastity cage , thicker and more secure than anything he had worn before. “This is what I’m offering you,” she said, holding it up. “Permanent chastity. No more orgasms unless I allow it. Stricter protocols. Daily denial. Complete mental ownership. You would belong to me in ways Mirabel and Mitchelle coul

By the time I finished the long, intense session, she was a leaking, desperate, sobbing mess—a perfect, broken vessel ready for permanent ownership. I held up the cold, heavy steel chastity cage. “This is the final seal of your commitment, Tia. One full year of uninterrupted chastity begins today. The cage will now be welded shut for the next six months as an unbreakable symbol of your deepening permanence and total surrender to God’s will through me. Do you accept this path to true purity and redemption?” “Yes, Father,” she whispered brokenly, voice hoarse from screaming. “I accept. I surrender everything to you.”

A violet wand that crackled purple arcs across my skin until I screamed and begged in the same breath, body arching off the bed while he laughed low and told me how beautiful I looked when I broke. He mastered denial like an art form. Some weeks he brought me to the edge a dozen times a day. His mouth between my legs in the mornings, fingers in the afternoons, a thick silicone cock strapped on while he took me against the playroom mirror at night. He would drive me right to the brink, watch my thighs shake and my breath hitch, then stop cold and lock the steel chastity belt around my hips before bed. I learned to sleep dripping and desperate, the belt a constant reminder that my pleasure bel

He broke off, controlling himself on a moan. Her eyes opened and met his. “Heath.” His eyes went to her c-nt. “It’s all the way in you now. Tighten the strap of the chastity belt, put the chain through the loops, and padlock it.” “Where do you even get this sort of thing?” She demanded with a flare of anger as she obeyed. “Online. Good,” he pulled the remote that he wore around his neck out and activated it. She cried out and writhed. He grinned and put the car into gear, pulling out into traffic.

Swallowing tightly, I put it on and stared at myself in the mirror. To my horror, Layla turned out to be right. With it on, I felt much bolder to go the date, knowing that if things got steamy between is, Dante could undress me and be pleasantly surprised. Biting back a smile that formed at the thought. I searched around for more items that I could put on and settled for the chastity belt. It was rather small and it didn't seem like I would be uncomfortable if I wore it for a long period of time. I put it on and just like I guessed, it looked really good on me. By this time, I was already getting stoked to go.

This girl was wearing a chastity belt. The belt had a lock on it. That hard thing I felt earlier must have been exactly that. "It’s no wonder you're so itchy and can't reach it yourself. It's because of this. But Emma, this belt has a lock. How am I supposed to scratch it for you?" With that metal lock blocking the way, my heart sank. "Kyle, Mom's strict. The key to the chastity belt is at home. But I really can't stand the itching right now. Can you just use your hand and scratch it for me a little?"