Women's Chastity Belt Novels & Stories

Could she still have this physical body? Hence, Empress Ghast took a strict precaution and found a magical treasure before putting it on Alex... It was known as the strongest male chastity belt in the world. As long as the belt was not removed, there was no way to have intercourse. Moreover, she accompanied him day and night. She even slept next to him. She even had to grab his hand, fearing that he would become a whore in seconds at night. It was because... He had a record. When this b*st*rd was showering, she saw him... It was too infuriating!

She turned to me with that awful chastity device in her hand and said with a naughty grin, "Now go and shower, then put this back on. You must have accidentally dropped it in the hotel last night." "l-I thought last night was just a fantasy night. It was great fun, but you want this contraption on me again?" "Yes, all of the time, unless I give you permission to remove it." she firmly said. This is now our sex life. She looked right at me, and said, with a tone of finality. "You wanted this."

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!

Shuddering, I put it down, wondering why and exactly who would buy something like that. “It’s for chastity, Princess.” My eyes drifted towards him, his fingers trailing over the other belt like thing which had a heart cutout at the front and locks at the bottom. He smirked at me and said, “They have one for naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” My throat felt dry. Licking my lips, I asked, “W-why would anyone buy it though?” “It’s a kink. Staying in denial after edging and giving the control to their partner.”

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 had to compress Aislen, he had to control her, he had to make her what they needed her to be. He turned the chastity belt and made sure that he knew precisely how it went on, and how it locked into place. If he fumbled it, it would be a weakness, and she would know… She would know that he wasn’t as sure as he wanted to appear, that he was… well, that he was scared. This small human girl, this small, insignificant human girl…

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.”

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.

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

“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.”