Were Chastity Belts Real Novels & Stories

Slapping his thighs in joy, Jacob said excitedly, “Oh! You prepared gifts for me too! You are really my good son-in-law!” As soon as his voice fell, Jacob pranced forward and took over the gift boxes from Charlie’s hands. He opened the first gift box and saw a men’s belt. The belt buckle had a golden “H” letter, shining brilliantly under the sun. Jacob clapped his hands happily as he said, “Oh! This Hermes belt is the same as chairman Mr. Bill Gates’! His belt was really popular all over the country back in the days!” Charlie nodded and said smiling, “This belt is already the standard for successful men now.”

She lost count of the times he smooth-talked his way into her panties. But not this time! If she had to wear a chastity belt to keep him away from getting into her pants again, she will do it!

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

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

If it wasn’t love, it was awfully close. The chastity belt was fully secured, and she did her best to wash and clean around the steel device. Satisfied that it was as good as it was going to be, she came back out and began to dress. She finished with her leggings and long shirt, happy that the shirt would help hide the belt as she drove home as the leggings were tight. She turned to see Nate staring at her.

Her clothing was quickly thrown to the floor. "Spread your legs, today you will learn I am your master, and you are my slave. I own your body, mind, and soul." She looked at the strange-looking belt in his hands, her face flushed as she realized just what he had in store. Colton walked towards Nadia and began fitting her with the stainless steel belt. The rubber on the inside was the only thing that kept the belt from biting into her skin. It took well over thirty minutes to fit her. Colton’s hands brushing against her body intimately caused her pussy to drip. Colton could see the hunger in her eyes.

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’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 Jim 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.”

Keela, one of my maids, asked. “I feel like all I need now is one of those belts for belly dancing to complete the set.” I said because every time I move, I could hear it rattling. And it was annoying. The maids laughed at me and handed me a vest instead to help keep the chainmail in place. It was a big improvement, but now I just feel like I was suffocating.

Celeste points at the bar and she disappears with Dysnomia. I take a seat at the bar and wonder what they will discuss. After a while Celeste calls me back in, “Well Zared, Dysnomia certainly has plans, let’s get started.” “Good luck, Zee,” Gunther mutters when we see all the things laid out. Weird formed plugs, miniature cages, a ball gag and some riding crops. I look at Dysnomia and try to hide my apprehension. /Did you know they have male chastity belts as well?/ Aminta sounds far too cheerful and smug.