Permanent Chastity Belt Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.”

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.

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.

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.