Women's Chastity Belt Mga Nobela at Kwento

The honey in his voice was a trap, but it held such possibilities that she couldn’t resist entertaining the new option. Yes. She could stay here for the night alone and masturbate and take care of this ache he’d caused with the toys he kept fucking her with. She’d have her orgasm and be spared further escalation. “O-okay,” she said. “W-we should stop.” “Of course, you’ll wear a chastity belt so you can’t touch that sweet cunt. That’s mine. You don’t get to touch it without my permission ever again.” He chuckled at the shock that must have been on her face. “Did you

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.

I leave unsaid that the number of women that have been pressured into non consensual sex is high. I never cared about it much. I probably still wouldn’t if Dysnomia hadn’t forced that chastity belt on me. I could let myself enjoy her touching me, even if it wasn’t the way I craved to be touched, but the belt prevented me from doing what I wanted. I couldn’t shift nor change after training without people seeing it. So I didn’t, it was a constant reminder that I belonged to her. That she owned me. It was the exact same when I made her and the girls wear the chastity belts. I wanted them and everybody else to know they were mine. But the experience of wearing one changed me. I now have empathy

As he felt beneath her dress, he asked, "Layla, where's that thing? How did you take it off?" Cecilia shuddered. She knew what he was referring to. It was a chastity belt he'd custom-made for her. Three years ago, he loved making her wear that belt when she was with him. He hated it when others touched his belongings, and that included women he considered his. "How dare you!" With his finger on her chin, Bennett forcefully tilted her head up.

The very one I had told her to try on and take a look at, hoping she’d listen and at least try it on. I honestly hadn’t expected her to choose it. It’s bold. It’s dangerous. It’s meant for someone who wants to be claimed. But she’s wearing it. The black mesh cups barely contain the soft swell of her breasts, delicate straps framing her chest in a way that demands the eye’s attention. The corseted midsection hugs her waist, the boning creating sinful curves out of an already perfect silhouette. And the garter belt... fuck me. The garter belt is a masterpiece of design, its criss-crossed leather straps giving just enough of a hint toward bondage without needing rope or cuffs. She’s paired it w

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?”