Permanent Chastity Belt Novels & Stories

"Then it's a good thing I'm ready to finish purifying your sinful holes isn't it lut?" Chastity reached behind her as she rested her upper body on the table and spread her legs as far as they could. Then she grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart giving me a perfect view of her pink virgin star. "Oh YES MASTER! Please shove your Holy Staff up my last sinful hole and purify it with you righteous essence so I'm fit to carry your child."

"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.

He knelt on the bedroom floor, wrists bound behind his back with soft leather cuffs, the chain between them short enough to keep his arms pinned and useless. The tiny chastity cage squeezed his cock mercilessly, the metal bars digging into his pale skin as he tried to shift for comfort. She had locked it on him two weeks ago, and every day since had been a slow torment of denial, his dick straining against the confines whenever she walked into the room.

Using her money and connections, she secretly hired five stunning men for a special "competition." The goal? To pleasure her intensely while she was locked in her custom-made stainless steel chastity belt. No way to remove it tonight without a key. The belt was tight, and designed to deliver teasing pressure directly to her clit and pussy lips without giving full access. She wanted to be lost in lust, and ultimately choose which one of the five men deserved to remove the belt and take her virginity. The first man was Alejandro.

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?"

The honey in his voice was a trap, but it held such possibilities that she couldn’t resist entertaining the new option. Yes. She could stay here for the night alone and masturbate and take care of this ache he’d caused with the toys he kept fucking her with. She’d have her orgasm and be spared further escalation. “O-okay,” she said. “W-we should stop.” “Of course, you’ll wear a chastity belt so you can’t touch that sweet cunt. That’s mine. You don’t get to touch it without my permission ever again.” He chuckled at the shock that must have been on her face. “Did you

She chose the word pleasurable on purpose, once again hoping to plant a subliminal seed of direction for her next adventure, but she knew it was likely a long shot. Nate circled her breasts a few more times, and then pinched both of her nipples with a firm grip and calmly said. “Pleasure comes in many forms Katie.” She moaned in return. She watched as he strode over to the finished area of the pole barn that had a very nice array of cabinets mounted on the wall and under the counter. He reached in one of the cabinets and produced a full chastity belt. She was not surprised this was the implement of choice at this time.

Chastity wasn’t crazy about the lower half of the ensemble. “My legs are going to freeze in this skirt,” Chastity complained. The skirt belonged to Chelsea. “No, you won’t. That’s why you’re wearing the thigh highs,” she said sweetly. “With a garter belt at that,” Chastity said ruefully. Normally, she wore full waist stockings – and a slip. But she didn’t have a slip short enough for the skirt. “Trust me. It will make you feel sexy.” “I thought these Louis Vuitton’s with the red bottoms I have on was supposed to do that.”

Like her, he didn't wear anything to add scent to his body, so it was just Cage. "You need help with that? Those clasps were designed in the Victorian era to never be opened." "Yeah, I should probably practice where I can see it before I try it on a real, gorgeous woman again." "I still struggle sometimes myself," Kota blatantly lied as she reached behind her and unhooked it with a finger and thumb. "Right, that was a real struggle, show off," Cage laughed and slid the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. "I think it's going to feel so good when you rub your dick on my pussy," Kota explained her plan for today while she worked on Cage's belt and zipper, then pushed his pants an

I was a little confused, not sure why he was saying that. He forcefully pulled my hand close to the belt, and my palm did feel the quality of the belt, but I also felt the muscles of his abdomen at the same time. I tried to break away, but he wouldn't let me go. "My belt is made of the best cowhide and can withstand a hundred kilograms of tension. If you do more than you should, I'll strip you naked, hang you up and whip you with this belt until you can't cry out." I was so stunned that I no longer dared to move.