Were Chastity Belts Real Novels & Stories

before dinner began, Fikri impatiently presented the gift to him. Bambang took the belt and examined it for a moment. The style and pattern on the belt did indeed look genuine. However, someone who knew authentic items would know that it was fake, made as a super-grade replica. Even so, he also knew that it would cost around fifty to one hundred million to buy such a belt. He nodded and said, “Fikri, thank you. Jennie, please put the belt away first. Dad really likes it.” Jennie and Fikri were very happy to receive Bambang’s approval.

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.

Shutting my eyes for a moment, the bottom of my lip dragged between my teeth. "Stretch out your hands for me." Slave thrust her hand out, but supported the trembling hand with the other. Still bare, I opened a drawer, after browsing through the many collections of the sex toys stacked in there; my hand grabbed a leather belt I had kept there for quite some time now. Glancing at Slave while I pulled out the leather belt, an evil smirk plastered on my face. "You see this?"--shaking the belt in Slave's pale face, I listened to her heart juggling in her chest– "this has been in there for more than twenty years. I'm gonna use this on you and see if it still can do its job."

He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. I was so shocked at these revelations that I couldn’t even respond to his kiss. “Why would you do such a thing?” I asked, thinking it to be a complete waste of money. “Because I can,” he replied smugly. “And I want to. For you.” I snapped my mouth close. I was still wearing the necklace, anklets, ring and gold chain he had given me. Yesterday, before he had gone to his study, he had locked me in a chastity belt. “You will not touch yourself until I return.” He had put the key in his pants pocket and gone.

He steps back, watching me for a moment as I lie there, breathless and aching for more. He reaches into a small box on the nearby table and produces a delicate-looking chastity belt, its intricate lock glinting in the candlelight. My heart skips a beat as he approaches me once more, and I feel the cold metal of the belt against my bare skin. “Are you ready for this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I nod, my throat tight as I steel myself for the next step.

very persuasive. I bite my lip. — What are you wearing, wench?- He asks. Theos, phone sex? Yes, yes please! I play hard to get. —A chastity belt.- I answer him in a sexy whisper. — Mmm, the girl in the iron thong, I like it. Can I try to remove it with the tip of my tongue? Oh! I lead my hand that isn’t holding my cell phone down between my legs and start carescaressings the moisture and warmth there. My breathing becomes ragged.

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

Chloe wasn't sure that she wanted to know how that got there. Veronica had a white leather belt around her waist and white leather straps around each thigh just under her ass. Some contraption was attached to the belt she was wearing. It looked like a carrot stuck out in the front. She was kneeling behind Jonathan, and she reared down on his ass hard with something in her hand. When she pulled back, Chloe could see it was a large pocket watch about 3 times the size of a standard pocket watch, and it left quite a mark. "Oh! Yes, White Rabbit!" Jonathan groaned against the strike.

He holds my hand and kisses me tenderly then whispers, “After your enema, you will let me wash you and dry you and tie you up and then I am going to eat your ass before I fuck you and make you cum harder than ever.” I moan against his lips and feel his hard cock against mine. He unfastens my pants and runs his thumb over the head of my cock which is overly sensitive. Gabriel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small silicone ring. “Your first ball stretcher. I want you to wear this or another one I will get you throughout your day, but even more so when we are together. I could play about getting you a chastity cage, but I don’t want to force your perfect cock into something small like t

James said. "We have to look into the belt, I know the belt she is talking about," Keir said. The belt was something he had given to Octavia some years back when they started fucking, it made it easier for him to locate her and come to her if he didn't want to call or text her. He eventually didn't use the belt because not all outfits required a belt, he switched to a wrist watch but since his issue, with Octavia regarding Sandy, he had not seen that wristwatch on a wrist.