Women's Chastity Belt Novels & Stories

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.

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.

So, after her leather top, she removed her squirt. "What's that Alex?" asked Melissa. "It's... diapers... this week they made me incontinent," Alex said as Melissa and Jenny looked with horror at the soiled diaper. "And what's that metal thing!" Jenny asked as her eyes were captivated by the chastity belt Alex was wearing. "It is a chastity belt. It is the price I pay to be the slave supervisor," Alex explained to the unbelieving Jenny. "You mean, you cannot err... touch herself? " The young slave asked.

Making sure to stay hidden, I peeked around the trees I was behind. Maddie was talking to another woman. She was tall, blonde, and trying to clasp a small gold belt around a dress that seemed to be a ‘Y’- shaped piece of cloth which the belt was supposed to hold together. They were both beautiful, but my Maddie was more sensual than the other woman. “It’s bunched. I don’t know why you can’t just wear the demon outfit I picked out.” Maddie grumbled as she worked on straightening the cloth. The other woman tried to hold the belt closed.

"What's the sash for?" "Your chastity belt," Lale responded. "Chasti-what?" Najmah choked, staring at Lale as if she had uttered blasphemy. "You can't be serious. Please tell me you're joking." "Dead serious," Lale grinned. "It's the maidenhood belt which symbolises..." "I know what it means," Najmah cut her off. "Why do I have to wear it though? Or is wearing it also a big Turkish culture?" "Not necessarily," Lale shrugged. "You can choose to wear it or not, it's your choice. Your brother has to tie it around your waist."

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 wrapped it around my waist and then slid the strap as I had anticipated between my legs and secured it. "This serves two purposes," she told me. "First it holds those balls and the plug in. Second, it acts as a chastity belt so you can't rub your clit." I didn't think of it in those terms, but in a way that was worse than the panties because I probably could have gotten myself off when I was wearing them by rubbing myself against something hard. This belt was very firm and strapped very tightly against me so I probably couldn't get any friction against my happy spot. At least I wouldn't be rubbing my clit with every step.

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.

Nobody questioned the stone-faced librarian who hurried home and slammed the door shut. Unlike the other days, Mary decided to make preparations before taking on the big black cock. She inserted the second-largest vibrator as Kegel weights the whole time and plugged it in with the vibrating handle at work. For that, she deliberately wore a dress and strapped the vibrator in with a hastily purchased faux leather chastity belt to strap the vibrator in. Nobody could tell that anything was different with Mary as she became better at controlling her expression at work, although there were many increased bathroom sessions.

Slut and I both chorused, "Yes, mistress mommy." Mistress mommy then walked from the room. I then turned to slut, as she began to put the "belt" on. I watched and tried to see how she was doing this, so I could repeat it with mine. There was a thick strip of leather that seemed to be for fastening around the waist, and two smaller strips that fastened around each thigh. I got the idea, and began to put mine on, as slut adjusted her belt for the proper fit. I got mine on, and it seemed to be pretty straight forward. But I was confused as to the purpose. It certainly didn't cover our pussies, asses, or assholes. And there were two straps that hung down and held a larger loop of leather just ab