Were Chastity Belts Real Novels & Stories

held the phone farther away and stared at the picture for a long time before he said, "Why do I see what looks like a men's belt on the bedside table?" "You must be mistaken, grandpa," replied Trevor. "That's a choker. It's a type of necklace that young women often wear nowadays. They're usually made of lace, cloth, and sometimes, leather." "A leather necklace? Isn't that the same as a dog collar?" Mrs. Hall Sr. frowned. "Grandma, you don't get it. It's a fashion trend. It's similar to when overcoats were popular during your generation. Many young people wear them."

Then I laced the corset so tightly it dramatically narrowed her waist, pushing her breasts up beautifully. “No clothing allowed in the house unless I decide to show you off,” I told her as I inserted a large metal plug into her ass, making her whimper. Finally, I locked a sleek steel chastity belt around her waist and between her legs, covering her clit with a teasing plate. Diana stood before the mirror, breathing fast. The sight of her in full uniform, collared, cuffed, corseted, plugged, and belted was intoxicating. “How do you feel, pet?” I asked, tugging the ring on her collar.

She looked confused, and looked to Gamma Peter. “What’s going on Peter?” Naomi asked. “What’s going on is that Chastity is burning the whips, and silver handcuffs used to brutalize her for years.” Gamma Peter stated. “What whip….oh.” Naomi stated quietly. “You knew about these items?” Gamma Peter asked. “Of course I did. Aurora said she felt we all should have our own to discipline the Om…I mean Chastity so she brought them.” “So you knew about this, but never told us about it?”

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.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the thin panties and dragged them down my legs before tossing them aside. I held my breath, curious to know what he wanted to do. And then cold metal touched my skin. I craned my head only to see him positioning a chastity belt on my pussy. The front shield pressed hard against my swollen clit. The sensation was instant and awful. A constant, frustrating pressure that promised no relief. It left no room for friction or penetration. I heard a small padlock click shut. Then he sat back down and picked up his paper and fork. He returned to his seat and resumed eating like nothing had happened.

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.

His sharp jaws clenched hard, his grey eyes burning with frustration and desperate need as he stared at me. I smiled sweetly and stood up, walking over to him slowly. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, then down his stubbled cheek. “Time for your new accessory, pup.” “I forgot it.” “You forgot what?” “The chastity. It got delivered but I forgot it in my bedroom.” “Oh boy, I knew you’d play funny that’s why I brought an extra, you’re going to love it, trust me.” I reached into my bag and pulled out the small black box I had prepared earlier. Inside was a sleek, silicone chastity cage — pink-tinted, snug, and very small. Jack’s eyes widened when he saw it.

Others I didn’t want to imagine the purpose of. Red-lined leather cuffs, silicone ball gags, satin blindfolds, short riding crops, long dragon-tail whips, collars with heavy metal O-rings, a glowing acrylic wand, and something cold and stainless that was definitely not jewelry. “Juliet… what the hell is this?” Samy was holding a wide belt rigged with buckles and straps that looked like it belonged in a post-apocalyptic war zone. “No idea,” I said. “But it looks complicated. And expensive.”

She couldn’t stand in front of God and all their guests and marry Clint , no matter what the ceremony meant or didn’t mean to him, unless she knew. She had to know if she could do this with him and not feel like she was dying inside. He growled in frustration when he came to all the hooks on the corset. “All these damned buttons and hooks. Why not lock yourself in a chastity belt?” She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the corset tighter to release her from it one small hook at a time. When she was nude, he worked quickly to

“I’m very memorable.” He smiles and steals a glance at Dr. Crawford, who’s standing behind his wife looking bored. I walk past the purses and over to the display of belts the doctor’s wife is looking at. Buying a five-hundred-dollar belt to fit my pregnant belly isn’t something I can rationalize, but I could always buy one for later, right? Anything to try and get Archer an in with the doc. “I have that one,” I say to whom I assume is Mrs. Crawford. She’s holding a black leather belt with gemstones on the logo. “I always get compliments on it.”