SLAVE IN CHASTITY BELT STORY
My first experience with chastity was also my first experience with female domination. Looking back on it now, I realize that I probably had too many "turn-ons" for my own good -- they got me in quite a bit of trouble! I was always open-minded sexually, but Kelly taught me how to broaden my sexual
limits in ways I had never imagined.
It started simply enough, with a little mild bondage. She would tie me down and
climb on top, ordering me not to orgasm until she gave her permission. If I came
too soon, she would smile devilishly and move up to my face, forcing me to eat
my own cum until she orgasmed.
She made it clear that her orgasms were the priority, which was quite a different experience than from other women I had known.
The sessions we had turned me on for days, even weeks after the event. I would
be home thinking about it and before I knew it, I'd be hard and wishing we were
together. I'd take matters into my own hands when necessary, which was actually
probably 4-5 times a week.
One day my timing wasn't the best... right after masturbating Kelly stopped by.
She was in a kinky mood and wanted to mess around. I was certainly willing but
not quite as "motivated" as usual. She wondered what was wrong.
We had an open relationship, so I told her the truth. She didn't seem angry. She
seemed more curious. She didn't realize that I had this "secret" activity going
on behind her back.
In the weeks that followed, she would occasionally ask me about masturbation.
She wanted to be notified when I masturbated. She seemed surprised when she
realized how often it went on.
She had heard about chastity belts for men, so one afternoon she showed up with
one for me. She asked that I wear it for a week, then I would get rewarded
"bigtime" for my patience. It sounded like an interesting adventure, so I went
along with it.
As soon as I heard the click of the lock on the belt, I realized I was in
trouble. Because Kelly wasn't going to sit back and let me rest in my belt. She
intended to tease me unmercifully for that first week. Her hands were rubbing my
body seconds after the belt was locked.
Every night during that week, I was forced to eat her pussy while she slapped my
ass with a riding crop. She would reach up and twist my nipples, and my cock
ached in its prison.
After 4 days and nights, I was getting desperate. I asked to be released. She only teased me more and more. I begged. She laughed. On the 6th night, she asked me to her apartment and said she had a "special
treat" in mind. I hoped that I was getting out a night early for "good
When I walked in, she had all the lights out, and just candles burning around
the living room. A chain was hanging down in the middle of the room with
handcuffs attached. She yelled from the other room that I was to strip and put
my hands in the cuffs.
I stood there for a while, nervously wondering where Kelly was and what was going to happen next. After a few anxious minutes, I could hear her walking out
of the bedroom... in heels.
She walked up behind me and told me how much she had enjoyed the past week. She
said that she had never felt so much control over a man before. She said it was
the most intensely pleasurable domination experience of her life. Then she said
one more thing...
"I don't want it to end."
I shuddered. I wanted it to end now. I was desperate for release. This wasn't
I stammered, "I don't know... it's hard, you know..."
And she said, "Shhhh... hear my argument..."
I listened as she walked closer to my back and reached her hands around to my
chest. Her hands rubbed around my chest, playfully teasing at my sensitive
nipples. As she came closer, I could suddenly feel two very distinct, cold
points on my back. With a thrill I realized it was leather -- leather covering
her beautiful breasts.
I had always had a leather fetish but she hadn't shown any interest. Now it appeared leather was part of her "argument". I was pleased but now convinced. In
fact, picturing her in leather only made me want release all the more.
She said, "I know there are other fantasies you want to explore, and I want to
explore them with you. All I ask in return is that we continue this experiment."
Before I could answer, I felt a cool, wet object against my ass. Suddenly, I
realized what she was doing. She was wearing a strap-on! This was one of my
fantasies I had talked to her about, but we had never tried. She grabbed my nipples and twisted, touched the strap-on dildo to my ass and
started rocking her hips slowly, just hard enough to apply pressure but not
enough to penetrate. I moaned.
"Do you like that?" She asked. "Do you want to feel even more?"
Of course I said yes, I begged for it. I had always wanted to try this, and it
looked like I finally would.
She pulled me closer, and I felt her leather teddy against a large part of my
back now. It was getting warmer as our bodies pulled together. The dildo was
pressing against my ass.
"Please...", I begged... "Please! What do you want from me?" "Another week." She replied firmly. I was out of my mind with passion and desire. The sexual Femdom of my dreams had me under her spell. I agreed. In response, she entered my slowly, gently. She twisted my nipples gently as she
pulled out, then entered gently again. I rocked my hips in the rhythm as she
slowly, deliciously, wickedly rode me.
I moaned slightly, and became aware of her moans even louder. As her moans grew
louder, the rhythm grew faster, slighly less gentle. Suddenly, she arched her
back and cried out in orgasm. My cock ached, desperately looking for erection,
She ripped off the strap-on, unchained me, laid me down and rode on my face. I
ate her for nearly an hour, smelling the leather mix with her scents as she had
orgasm after orgasm.
When she was finally done, she climbed off, looked me in the eye, kissed me
gently on the lips and said...
"Have a nice week."