Bethany, the Belted Nymphomaniac
This fictitious short story is titled "Bethany, the Belted Nymphomaniac". It
is about female-female domination and the forced use of a chastity belt.
Please write me at seething@nym.alias.net if you have comments or would
like me to continue this story. If you are a female and this story excites
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Chapter 1 - The Discovery
After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands
of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was
16. You see, for me it's not a need for attention or a desire for
companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the
orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would
reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin
to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and
more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks
usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a
vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never
compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance
I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't keep a boyfriend because no
one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. Because of this,
my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about me; some of
them regular
One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2
days), I went home and had a message on my answering machine from my
friend Sonja. She said that she hadn't heard from me all weekend and was
worried that I had "fallen off the wagon again". I called her, and she
could immediately tell by my voice that her suspicions were true. As
usual, I cried and told her that I felt so bad about what I had done, and
about how much of a slut I was, but that I just couldn't control myself.
This is when she first suggested it, and the it she suggested would change
my life. She said, "Well, if you can't control your sexual desires, have
you ever thought about giving someone else control of them for you?" I had
no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.
She continued, "I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles.
One of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In
the TV special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a
comeback in the alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable,
secure, and can be worn under clothing without detection. Most of all,
they prevent all contact with the genitalia underneath." I had heard of
chastity belts, but I thought that they were just myths from medieval
times. Sonja continued, "The article showed how couples used chastity
belts to enhance their sex lives. They would wear the chastity belts for
days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive themselves of sex. They said
that the sex was much more intense and gratifying after being locked in
the belt for weeks at a time." "Well, what has this got to do with me?
Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact," I
asked. Sonja continued, "Well, if you were locked in a chastity belt you
would not be able to
I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would
research it. I got off the phone and finished the hand job that I had
started. As I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked
up in a belt, unable to be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came
five more times that night while fantasizing about being locked in a belt.
I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts, and decided
that I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Tollyboy model
FGA/200. It has an all steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that
goes from the bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband,
following the curve of the crack of the wearer's ass. It looked very
secure. After reading about the importance of proper measurement, I
decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for the chastity belt.
Chapter 2 - The Fitting
The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was
wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, "We'll
never get an accurate measurement of you in that!" I decided to change
into some spandex tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her
from getting an accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I
have seldom had a problem being naked in front of a man, I have always
felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of other women, even my best
friend. She assured me that this was the only way, and so I reluctantly
agreed. I removed my blue jeans and noticed that, much to my
embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my excitement. I hoped
that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get the wrong idea
and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the thought of
being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said, with an
evil grin, "I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much."
I tried to explain to her that it wasn't how it seemed, but I don't think
she believed me. I removed my panties, and tried not to think about it as
I allowed another woman's hands to explore my most intimate areas. "Raise
your hands over your head - it will make your waist smaller", she said. I
did as she told me to. Using a paper template, she measured my waist and
the distance from the front of my waist, down across my pussy, around the
crack of my ass, and back up to the back of my waist. I complained that
she was measuring too tightly, but she assured me that she was measuring
the way the instructions said to. After she was finished, I put back on my
clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I couldn't help but notice that
her face was very flushed and her nipples were erect. She had experimented
with lesbian relationships before she got married, but I hadn't suspected
until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I was so turned on
by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn't pull m
The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of
weeks waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks
were a blur. There was man after man. I seemed to be on an even stronger
pace than ever. The thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made
me more horny than I have ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be
fucked again. After two weeks of this, the belt arrived.
Chapter 3 - The Arrival
The day the belt arrived, I was very, very excited. I immediately tore
open the box and inspected the belt. It was very well made, and looked
very secure. I thought to myself "I could never cut through that steel". I
threw off my skirt, pantyhose, and panties and put the waistband on
(without the lock). I was a little concerned about how tightly it fit. I
couldn't take a full, deep breath with it on.
Next, I spread my legs slightly and pulled the front shield through, from
the back. I took a sharp breath when the cold steel from the shield
contacted with the warm flesh of my now soaking wet pussy. I attached the
front shield and noticed how tightly it fit, and how far up the crack of
my ass the rear wire went. I could feel the wire pressing against my anus.
Most of all, I could feel the lips of my labia pressing through the small
slit in the front of the shield. I put the optional front shield in place
and then even the lips of my labia were covered. Next, I found the lock
and keys (two of them), made sure that the keys actually worked, and then
secured the lock on the belt. As I suspected, the "click" of the lock
excited me on more than I had ever been. It took all my will to keep from
removing it right then and there and finger fucking myself on the living
room floor.
Instead, I walked around the room a little. It was uncomfortable, but not
unbearable. I thought to myself, "this is going to take some getting used
to, but I think I can do it." I reached down between my legs, and,
strangely, was a little surprised to find that I couldn't feel my pussy at
all. With the optional front shield in place, no part of my pussy was
visible, or accessible. I slid my hand around to the side of the shield,
and attempted to slide my index finger in, underneath the shield. I was
able to push it under the shield, but not far, and I couldn't bend it to
touch myself. I tried the same experiment with my little finger, with the
same results. I could touch the outside of my labia, but not the inside. I
couldn't touch my clit at all, and pushing a finger deeper into my pussy
was clearly impossible. My hand continued to explore, and wound up behind
me, attempting to access my sex from the back. At this angle, I could
touch the very bottom of my pussy, but would have had to be double jointed
to ge
Although it is not my favorite, I have in the past let men fuck me in the
ass. I decided to attempt to insert my finger into my anus, to see if anal
sex would still be possible. I could touch my anus with my finger, but
couldn't insert it more than about three quarters of an inch. I don't know
what I was thinking, but I got out my favorite vibrator and decided to try
to play with it. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal front
shield. I would feel the vibrations on my waist, and on my thighs, where
the front shield touched, but I couldn't feel anything in my pussy. I
tried to push it into me from behind, but this clearly was impossible.
Next, I found my smallest vibrator and tried to push it into my asshole.
It wouldn't fit around the bar. I tried to insert a pen, and it would only
fit about 1 inch - not enough to do anything with. By now, I was so horny
I could barely see straight. I took off the belt and quickly fucked myself
to an orgasm. I put the belt back on and decided to go over to Sonja's t
When I got to Sonja's, she could see from the excitement on my face that I
was wearing the belt. "Well?" she asked. Fortunately, Bill, her husband,
was working late so I could tell her all about my evening. As I was
telling her about wearing it and attempting to touch myself, I could sense
she was getting aroused. She asked, "Well, who are you going to have keep
your keys?" "What?" I asked, rather alarmed by her question. She
explained, "Well dummy, if you have access to the keys, then a chastity
belt doesn't work because you can remove it any time you want." I don't
know why, or how, but I hadn't really thought of that. I said, "I don't
know, maybe I can just keep the keys at home." She lifted her eyebrows,
saying, with her facial expressions and without having to speak, "You know
that will never work". I told her that I didn't know anyone who I could
trust with the keys. I mean, any guy that had my keys could just turn me
into his own personal sex slave.
She said "How would you feel about me keeping your keys for you?" I
immediately objected. I told her it would just be too weird to have to ask
her to remove the belt. She tried to convince me, but I would hear none of
it. After I left her apartment, I still had what she said on my mind. I
decided to stop at a bar, but just for a drink.
At the bar, I felt like I had this huge secret that I wanted everyone to
know about. I was so horny just wondering if anyone noticed my belt. I met
a man there and took him back to my place. When we got there, we began to
kiss. I reached my hand down and rubbed his crotch. He reached down to rub
mine, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was
surprised by what he felt. I took off my pants and could tell by the bulge
in his pants that he liked what he saw. I asked him "Do you want to fuck
me?" He, of course, replied "Yes". I wanted to fuck him too. I was so
horny that my hands were shaking as I was trying to unlock the lock. When
I got the belt off, he fucked me till we both came. After he was finished
he left and I felt empty again. I knew that I couldn't keep control of my
own keys.
Chapter 4 - The Relinquishing of the Keys
The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to.
Someone I work with? No way! I didn't even want them to know about the
belt? My parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was
wearing the belt. Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already
knew about the belt and she already told me she was willing to do it. I
had known her since we were sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I
called her that evening and asked her to come over so we could talk about
my belt. She came over and I told her that I was considering giving her my
keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold my keys for me, but she said
that there would have to be some conditions. I asked her what the
conditions would be.
She said "First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your
keys, second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be
released from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control
of your keys." I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She
suggested a month, but I was afraid of not having control of my sex for
that long. I told her I only wanted to test this for a week. She accepted
the time period of a week. Next, she suggested that she have complete
discretion over when I was released from my belt, with the exception of
medical emergencies. I told her that I didn't feel comfortable with that
and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would not agree to
that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for the
entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed.
Next, she said "Listen, if I am going to do this, I don't want to lose you
as a friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do
during this week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You
can't get mad at me if I don't release you from your belt during the
week." I agreed with her terms, knowing that she would release me early if
I really, really wanted her to. She asked if I was wearing the belt. I
wasn't, so she told me to go put it on. I went in the other room and
prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I was excited,
nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with anticipation. I
could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered getting
out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I
didn't have time.
I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I
knew that I wouldn't feel anything except cold steel against my skin for
the next week. I secured the waistband, then pulled the front shield
around in front of me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my
finger over my soaked clit one last time and lied to myself when I said
"you can do this; it's just for one week". As the cold steel of the shield
touched my pussy, I gasped and bit my lip. I secured the shield, along
with the additional front shied, then attached the lock and locked it. I
could feel the shield pressing tightly against my pussy, pushing the lips
of my labia through the slit in the shield, keeping my pussy securely
positioned in the center of the shield. My hands were shaking and my knees
were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a week. I put my
panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my jeans. I
went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.
She asked, "Well? Did you put it on?" "Yes", I replied. She asked me for
the keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said "Bethany, I know that
this belt comes with two keys... Where's the other one?" I sighed, knowing
that I was caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As
I was about to hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second
thoughts. Sonja held out her hand and assured me that I was making the
right decision. I reluctantly handed over the second key - I now had truly
lost control of my sex for an entire week - how was I going to make it?
Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a smile, announced that I
had made the right decision.
She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the
belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First,
she inspected the lock to insure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on
the waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me
to put my hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again
tried to shift the waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the
shield. She pulled on the shield, insuring that it was secure. Next, she
tried to slide her fingers in underneath the shield. She began up near the
waistband, where she could fit two fingers in under the shield. She slid
her fingers down, under the shield, until it was too tight for her fingers
to continue down any more. They were still several inches away from my
pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and bend over. I did and she
again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was secure at the bottom.
She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the back and seem
Chapter 5 - The Week Long Belting
About an hour after she left, I was more horny than I had ever been in my
entire life. My clit ached to be touched and my pussy yearned to be
filled. I decided to try again to defeat the belt. I removed my clothes
and laid down on my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I could, and
tried to fit any finger underneath the front shield. It was no use. Next,
flipped over on my bed, got on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried
to reach my pussy from behind. I couldn't get my finger in far enough to
do any good. I knew I could touch my anus, so I began to wonder if I could
make myself orgasm by rubbing my anus. I got a little baby oil and put it
on my asshole, then began to rub it with my finger. After 45 minutes of
rubbing my asshole, my pussy was soaking wet with excitement, I was very
stimulated, but I wasn't close to reaching an orgasm. I tried to rub my
nipples with the baby oil, but again I was unable to reach orgasm. I was
so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed over to
Sonja
Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not
made it home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in
and showed me into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch.
Bill said that he was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved
that I would be able to talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke.
"Sonja, I've made a terrible mistake; you have to give me the keys back."
"Why?" she asked. "I can't make it a whole week. I just can't do it. I
have to get this off of me tonight!" I said. She said "A deal is a deal.
Bethany, this is what you agreed to; this is what you wanted. If I gave you
back the keys, you and I both know that you would just regret it
tomorrow." "Listen", I said, " I have to cum. Just let me out for twenty
minutes; I'll go into the bathroom and take care of it." "Bethany, my
husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I
just can't let you out tonight" she said. "But... You have to. I just
can't wait" I plea
That night, I didn't sleep for hours. I couldn't stop thinking about the
cold steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than
anything in the world - no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than
anything. I kept reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would
somehow be able to touch my sex; I couldn't. This was the first time since
I was fourteen that I didn't have at least one orgasm before I went to
sleep. The next morning, I got up and went to work. At work, I could
barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn't think about anything
except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so bad that it was
tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja's right after work,
before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an
eternity, but five o'clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to
Sonja's.
Sonja answered the door. "Sonja", I said, "You have to unlock me. I have
to get this belt off. I have to cum." She replied, "Bethany, don't you
remember agreeing to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don't you?"
"Well... Yes... But..." I mumbled. "Well...", she interrupted, "This is my
decision. The belt stays locked." "LISTEN, YOU BITCH", I shouted, "LET ME
OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED BELT RIGHT NOW!" I immediately regretted what I
said. Sonja looked shocked. She could see that I was desperate. She
sighed, and agreed to release me. She said "I will open the shield, but
the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield off for thirty
minutes, then I am locking it back on you. You can have some privacy in my
bedroom. That's the most I am willing to do." Relieved, I accepted her
terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my
need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her.
She excused herself, and went into the other room to get the key. She came
back and unlocked t
Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn't wait to
"take care of business". I only wished that I had thought to bring my
vibrator; oh well, my fingers would have to do. Laying on the bed with the
front shield hanging between my legs was awkward and a little
uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to complain. I reached down between my
legs and was delighted to feel my cunt. I slid two fingers from my left
hand into my pussy, and used two fingers from my right hand to rub my
soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost immediately. I was convinced that
Sonja could hear me in the other room but I didn't care. I came one more
time, and was building up to what felt like was going to be a huge orgasm
when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, legs spread, with two
fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, but
as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the covers. I was so
embarrassed that she had seen me that way.
"Thirty minutes is up", she said. "Ok, I just need a few more minutes", I
replied, hoping that she would agree. "Bethany, a deal is a deal. Pull the
front shield back up", she demanded. "I was just about to cum. I was so
close. I have to finish", I pleaded. "You came twice; I could hear you all
the way in living room. Pull the front shield up NOW!" she insisted. I
knew it was no use, so I reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield
up. She unlocked the lock, secured the front shield, and locked the lock
back in place. After she was convinced that the lock was properly secured,
she left the room and allowed me to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was
leaving her apartment, I thanked her for releasing me and apologized for
leaving a wet spot on her bed spread. She told me that this was the only
time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if I convinced her
once, I could do it again - she's always been sort of a pushover. I went
home and slept much better that night.
The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to
Sonja's that night, and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This
became my routine that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja's, and each
day she caved in and released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I
was pleased with myself for not having had sex with a man the entire week.
That was the first week since I was sixteen that I had not been laid at
least once in a week. I felt a real since of satisfaction, even though I
knew that the belt was the only reason why I hadn't tried to get laid. On
the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to Sonja's to be released
from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was up. With a
disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. "What's wrong?", I
asked. "You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You learned
nothing, and you accomplished nothing" she announced. "What do you mean,
nothing? I haven't had sex for a whole week...", I reasoned. "Only because
you were
That weekend, I fucked more men that I can count. I know I slept with at
least eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt
more empty and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the
belt hadn't helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer;
I just didn't know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys
again.
Chapter 6 - The Contract
Monday morning, I put my belt on under my clothes and went to work. After
work, I went over to Sonja's. It was the first time I had spoken to her
since she gave me back my keys. She answered the door and looked at me
with a hint of displeasure. I could tell that she knew what I was going to
ask her to do. She invited me in and we went into her living room. I told
her that I wanted her to hold my keys again. She refused, saying that I
had made a mockery of the entire week. I told her that I would do better
and I pleaded with her to hold my keys for another week. She said that she
would think about it and then she asked me to leave. I left, and headed
for home. On the way home, I stopped by a bar and picked up a guy. We went
back to my house and fucked like madmen. After he left, I cried. I hoped
and prayed that Sonja would decide to hold my keys again.
The next day, I called Sonja from work and asked her if she had
reconsidered. She said that she had, and would hold my keys, but only if I
completely agreed to her conditions. She told me to come over that
evening, wearing the belt, with both keys. Excited, I rushed home after
work, put on the belt, got the keys, and hurried over to her apartment to
hear her conditions. On my way over, I realized that I had been in such a
hurry that I had forgotten to masturbate. I wondered when my next
opportunity to cum would be. I considered going back to my place for a
quick orgasm but I decided to continue over to Sonja's. When I got there,
she asked if I was wearing the belt. I lifted my skirt and showed her that
I was. She led me into the living room, where a piece of paper was laying
on the coffee table. The title of the paper read "Chastity Belt Contract".
I was uneasy, but I sat down. She pushed the paper towards me, and I
picked it up and read it. It read as follows:
Chastity Belt Contract
I, Bethany, agree to give complete control of my genitalia to Sonja for an
unspecified period of time to be determined solely by Sonja. I agree to
wear a chastity belt to prevent all contact with my genitalia for as long
as Sonja deems necessary. I accept that Sonja may, but is not required to,
allow the removal of the chastity belt for any of the following reasons:
medical emergencies, hygiene, masturbation, and sexual intercourse.
Furthermore, to help discourage annoying behavior, I explicitly agree that
Sonja can not release me for at least 24 hours after any time that I
request or demand to be released. I accept these terms freely, and with
full knowledge, and hereby forfeit any rights to challenge this document
in the future.
Signed, _________
I, Sonja, agree to accept complete control of Bethany's genitalia for an
unspecified period of time deemed necessary by myself. I agree to hold the
keys to Bethany's chastity belt until I feel that Bethany's behavior has been
adequately modified. I agree to allow Bethany to be released from her belt
at least once weekly, for thirty minutes, under terms and conditions to be
determined solely by myself. I agree to allow her to, if she wishes, have
sex through stimulation of the clitoris in a manner to be determined
solely by myself until an orgasm is achieved, at least once weekly. This
sex will be without a partner or with a partner of my choice, at my sole
discretion. To help discourage annoying behavior, I agree that, under no
circumstances, shall Bethany be released from her belt for at least 24 hours
after any time that she requests or demands to be released.
Signed, _________
"I'm not signing this", I exclaimed. "Well, that's the only way that I
will agree to do this", she smugly replied. "You want me to give over
control to you indefinitely? I can't do that; I won't do that", I replied.
"Okay, suit yourself. But, if you read my part of the contract you will
see that I will allow you to have sex at least once weekly, if you want
to", she answered. I thought very hard about it. I knew that I brought
this on myself with all my whining last week. I knew that her bark was
worse than her bite and that if I really needed to, I could convince her
to release me. Besides, most women I know don't even have sex once a week.
If they can do it, so can I. "OK, OK, I'll do it", I sighed. She handed me
a pen and I signed the document before I could second guess myself. She
signed it too, and asked me for my keys. I held out my hand with the keys
in my palm. She took the keys from my hand, looked at me with a slight
grin and said, "This is going to change your life". At the time, I had no
idea how
Chapter 7 - The First Strict Enforcement
I didn't sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to
Sonja's house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I
asked her to let me out. She said "Bethany, not only will I not do that, but
according to our contract. I now can't let you out for at least 24 hours."
I argued, "Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to..." ,
she closed the door in my face. I couldn't believe it. I rang the doorbell
and she just shouted through the door, "Bethany, go home, we're not going to
go through this again". "GOD DAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA" I
screamed, "GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!" She never did
answer the door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes
to "escort" me out of the building. I couldn't believe what that bitch had
done. I was pissed.
That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that
Sonja didn't take it personally. I decided to go back there the following
day and try a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched - it had been
over 48 hours since the last time I came. The following day, after work I
went back to Sonja's. When she answered the door, I apologized to her for
my behavior the following day. My apology wasn't sincere, but I really
wanted to be released from the belt and I knew that I would have to be
nice to convince her to do it. I would have told her anything to let me
out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the couch.
"Well?" I asked. "Well, what?" she replied. "Never mind" I said in a
rejected tone. "Oh, so that's what this is all about? You think that if
you are nice to me I will release you? Dream on sister. I'm still a little
pissed about being called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a
little more respectful of me - after all, I decide how long you wear that
thing. It could be a week, or it could be years..." she said in an angry
tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I was speechless; Sonja had never
spoken to me that way. "Come back Saturday night for your weekly release
and sex, if you want" she seethed. At that, she dismissed me. I cried that
entire night. I didn't dare disturb her for the rest of the week. By
Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn't think straight. My
clit felt like it was swolen to the size of a d-cell battery and it
tingled so bad it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an
orgasm and I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to
forget to pack
Chapter 8 - The Secret Revealed, and the Revenge
When I arrived at Sonja's, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She
was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black
paten leather thigh high boots. The boots came up to about two inches
below her skirt, and I could see from the skin exposed that she was not
wearing panty hose. "Did I come at a bad time?", I asked. I didn't want to
piss her off, so I decided to be on my best behavior. "No, no, come
inside" she replied. She led me into the living room, and we sat on the
couch. "Where's Bill?" I asked. "He's out of town on business this
weekend, we're all alone" she replied. "Why are you dressed like that, are
you going out tonight?" I asked, puzzled at her intentions. "Maybe", she
replied. "Well, you told me to come back Saturday night for sex, and so
here I am. I brought my favorite toy and I have been really looking
forward to this" I said in an excited tone.
"Well... First we need to talk" she said in a mischievous voice, "I don't
know if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital
problems. He cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been
unable to forgive him for it. We haven't had sex since then and, honestly,
I am only still with him for the financial support". "Oh my God Sonja, I'm
so sorry to hear that", I gasped. "It's okay Bethany, it really isn't as
much of a loss as you might think. Before we were married, the sex was
okay, but after a couple of years of marriage, things began to change. I
don't know if I have ever told you this, but the only way I can have an
orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don't even like vaginal
intercourse - it hurts me - and I only let my husband fuck me for his
pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out before
he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage he wouldn't even do
that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?"
"Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed
to love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another
woman is disgusting" I replied. She answered "Well, I don't think I was
ever really a lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men
won't go down on a woman, and even the ones that did could never do as
good of a job as any woman who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a
woman's mouth. They know what feels good, so they know how to make me feel
good. I didn't like returning the favor, but I knew that if I didn't they
would never eat me again. It was disgusting, but I ate them so they would
eat me."
"What has this got to do with me?" I nervously asked. She answered "Well,
I'm getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I
know that he had it with you." All the blood drained out of my face. What
she said was true, but I just couldn't believe that she knew. "No Sonja,
that's just not true" I pleaded. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore"
she said calmly, "I followed him to your little meeting place. That was
when I vowed to get you back. I didn't know then how I was going to do it,
but now I do." My heart was beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared.
I was afraid of what she had in mind, but I didn't want to think about it.
She continued, "I know you fucked him at least 20 times, and you are going
to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for each time you fucked him. You are
going to get so used to eating my little cunt that you will dream of it in
your sleep." "Give me my keys, right now" I demanded in a firm voice.
"Shut the fuck up and listen you whore", she sneered back. "You can't make
do this. I won't do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with
you." I said. She replied "True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty
pussy or yours again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I
tell you to do it." I replied "Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go
to the police." "You can do that if you want, but let me show you
something first", she replied. She reached over and picked up the remote
control for the television. She turned on the television and then pressed
play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV shocked me. It was me,
on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like the end of the
world was coming. "You taped me?" I asked. "It sure looks that way, and if
you don't want this to go to everyone you know - your friends, your
coworkers, your boss, and your parents - you won't go to the police, and
you won't try to remove the belt. Understood?" she asked. I was caught. I
couldn't
"Well Bethany" she replied, "I will honor the contract, but re-read the
contract. It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that
you can have sex at lease once a week, but it doesn't say that you will be
released to have sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will
remove your belt for 30 minutes once each week." "Well, what about the
orgasm? How am I supposed to have an orgasm with that damn belt on?" I
demanded. Sonja smugly replied "It said that you could have sex through
stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm is achieved, if you wanted. It
didn't say what kind of sex or who's clit was going to get stimulated. I,
unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex. If you want, you can
have sex, in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at least once a
week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure
yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before
you will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours."
I began to cry. "Sonja, you can't do this, you just can't" I begged. "Oh,
I can, and I will" she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her
sexual excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her
tremendously. "This is how the game works", she continued "You will be
held in that belt at least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that's
100 for every one that you gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you
are an obedient little slave, I might allow you buy an orgasm for yourself
by selling me back ten of mine. For example, if you have tongue fucked me
20 times, you only owe me 1980 more orgasms. If you have done a good job
and I choose to allow you to pleasure yourself, it will cost you ten of
the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe me 1990 orgasms." At that,
she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn't wearing
any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large mound of pubic
hair above it. It was also very wet.
"Get on your knees" she demanded. "I'm not touching that" I replied.
"Fine, then get the fuck out of my house, and don't come back until you
have learned to respect my orders" she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by
the hair and dragged me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I
laid there, on the ground sobbing. I couldn't believe that this was
happening. This time, I left before the doorman could get there. I went
home and cried. I tried like hell to get that damn belt off. I tried to
pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the movies, but it was useless. I
had to feel my pussy, but I couldn't. I hated Sonja for what she was
doing. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke.
Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me
today. I called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one
question: "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I said "Sonja, can't we talk
about this? Will you please let me out of this belt?" Sonja replied by
simply repeating "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I pleaded "Sonja,
please. I can't do that, I just can't. I'm not gay and I don't think I
could bring myself to do what you have asked me to do." The phone went
dead - that bitch had just hung up on me. I seriously considered calling
her back and telling her that I would do it, but I just couldn't. I am not
gay and I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman in an intimate way.
Chapter 8 - The First Submission
By the next Saturday my pussy hadn't been touched in twelve days. I knew
that if I ever wanted to get feel it again I was going to have to do
something. I decided that I would give in to Sonja's demands. I would rub
Sonja's clit with my hand until she came. That would probably be enough
for her and maybe she would let me out of this damn belt. I called her and
again asked "Are you ready to obey my orders?" "Yes", I whispered. "What
did you say? Speak louder" she demanded. "YES!" I said, "I'll obey your
orders." I couldn't believe that I had said it. I didn't know how I was
going to go through with this. "I want you to pleasure me with your
tongue. Say you will pleasure me with your tongue." she demanded. "I will
pleasure you" I said in a timid voice. "How will you pleasure me?" she
asked. "With my hands" I replied. "No, you slut, you'll do it with your
tongue. Do you understand me?" she snapped.
I was hoping that using my hands would be enough, but it looked like Sonja
had other plans for me. "Okay", I whispered. "Okay what?" she demanded, "I
want to hear you say what you are going to do and how you are going to do
it." Defeated, I replied "I... I will pleasure you... I will pleasure you
with my tongue. Are you happy now?" "Look you little whore, you had better
lose that attitude quick. Leave your door unlocked, I'll be over in thirty
minutes. I want you to be on the floor, kneeling, waiting for me, wearing
only your chastity belt when I arrive. If you don't obey all of these
conditions I'll walk back out the door and we won't talk again for a
month." she demanded. With that she hung up the phone before I could
reply. I drank a glass of wine, removed my clothes, and knelt down on the
floor, and waited for her to arrive.
As I knelt there waiting, all I could think about was how I could get out
of this situation. Thirty minutes passed and still Sonja had not arrived.
Forty, then fifty minutes passed. I was afraid she wasn't going to show up
but I didn't dare move. After a full hour had passed, the door opened and
Sonja came walking in. She was wearing a black overcoat. Before I could
say a word she spoke, "The only thing that you are to use your tongue for
this evening is to give me pleasure. You are not to speak unless I tell
you to. Nod your head if you understand." "But Sonja..." I began. She cut
me off and said "You stupid whore, you don't get it. I said you are not to
speak. I'll give you another month to think about it." She turned around
and began to leave. "No! Wait! I'll be good, I promise I won't say another
word! Please don't go!" I pleaded.
She walked to the door, locked it, and turned back around. Without saying
a word, she walked straight up to me, took my hair in her hands and led me
into the bedroom on my knees, by my hair, forcing my nose close to her
ass. When we were in the bedroom she threw her overcoat onto the floor.
She was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday night - a black leather
mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh high boots.
I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and could tell that she was
very, very aroused. I could not say the same for myself. I was so nervous
that I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to do this? I couldn't
bring myself to lick her, but I knew that is what she expected me to do.
For the first time since I put on the belt, I wasn't horny. I wanted to be
anywhere except in that bedroom.
Sonja wasted no time. She sat down on the edge of my bed, facing me. She
spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy to me. As I
expected, she was again wearing no panties. "Crawl over here on your hands
and knees and get to work on my pussy" she demanded. I mouthed,
"Please...", not really saying it, just moving my mouth to form the word.
"Do it, you little whore!" she barked. I did as I was told and slowly
began to craw towards her. With each foot I moved forward, I frantically
tried to think of some way out of this. Maybe I could still just use my
hands. Maybe she wouldn't notice. The closer I got to her, the stronger
the smell was from her cunt. When I got to her, I paused, and then began
to kiss her thigh high boot. I looked up at her and she seemed to be
enjoying the moment, but I knew that she would quickly grow impatient with
me kissing her boot. I moved up, and began to kiss her thigh. Maybe if I
kissed her thighs I could get away with just giving her a hand job. I
reached my right hand
She gasped when I touched her pussy with my hand. I looked up and she had
tilted her head back. I could tell that she was really enjoying this. I
slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb.
She began to moan and I began to think that I might be able to get away
with using my hands and not my mouth. After about a minute, she lifted her
leg, placed it on my shoulder, and pushed me away from her. "Stand up and
turn around" she commanded. I did as I was told. I heard as I felt
something metal clasp around my right wrist. Before I could react, she had
pulled both wrists behind my back and I felt the same clasp around my left
wrist. I immediately knew that she had just locked me in handcuffs. "You
were cheating" she said smugly. "You know that you are to service me with
your tongue, and you were trying to get away with not doing it. This is
what happens to bad little slave - they get handcuffed. Get back down on
your knees and put your tongue where your thumb was. NOW!" she demanded.
Sl
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to kiss her clit, but I
just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Please do't make mmmmphhhh!" I
sobbed as she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her
waiting cunt. I closed my lips tightly but I could feel the wetness of her
cunt against my lips and face. My nose was buried deeply into her thick
mound of pubic hair. "LICK!" she commanded. My first impulse was to bite
her hard, but I thought about my situation and decided that it would be a
mistake. I was terrified. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt
like I was going to throw up. "LICK!" she again ordered, this time pulling
my hair so hard that I wanted to scream out in pain. I had no choice but
to do as I was told. I opened my mouth, put my lips around her clit and
began to lick her with my tongue.
Ugh, I hated the taste of her cunt. She began to moan loudly. "FASTER!"
she commanded. I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit as quickly as I
could. Her grip on my hair eased up slightly but I continued to lick
furiously because I was afraid of what she would do if I stopped. I tried
to think of something else - warm beaches, shopping, anything - but all I
could think about was the fact that I was being forced to lick another
woman's pussy. I wished more than anything that I hadn't had the affair
with Bill. All the times he fucked me were not worth even one second of
being forced to eat Sonja's pussy, and I feared that this was only the
first of many, many times. After twenty minutes of sheer hell, I could
tell that Sonja was getting close to having an orgasm.
"Thank God" I thought to myself, "This will all be over soon". As I
continued to lick, she began to moan louder, and then to scream. She
forced my mouth onto her crotch even harder and began to grind her pussy
up and down my mouth as she screamed "Oh God! I'm going to cum! Make me
cum you little whore!" Her legs began to quiver violently and I could tell
that she was beginning to orgasm. Then, I felt something warm and wet
squirt out all over my chin and neck. Her entire body went into
convulsions and she screamed "Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God yes!" Next,
she pulled my mouth away from her pussy but forced my face onto her pussy
and rubbed her pussy all over it, covering my face with her wetness.
Next, she forced my nose deep into her slit and held me there while she
recovered from her orgasm. As I knelt there with my nose inside her pussy,
waiting obediently for her to allow me to pull my head away, I felt more
humiliated than I ever had in my entire life. After a minute, she looked
down at me and said "That was barely acceptable, but I will let it slide
because it was your first time. You had better learn quick how to do a
better job or you will never feel your nasty little pussy again. Look at
the mess you've made. You let my cum get all over my legs and ass. Lick me
clean." The warmth that I had felt squirt against my chin when she came
was actually ejaculation. I had heard that some women did actually
ejaculate when they came, but I didn't think it was true. The fluid was
thicker and had a much stronger taste and smell than her regular juices -
and there was a lot of it, at least as much as any man I had blown.
Already defeated, I swallowed hard and did as I was told. I licked all the
juices off her thighs, and then off her ass; taking care not to lick her
anus. "You missed a spot" she purred, as she pushed my head down to her
asshole. I licked the juice off her anus. "Very good, my slave", now
swallow" she ordered as she lifted my head from between her thighs. I
swallowed her cum as I was told to do. "Just think, one down, One thousand
nine hundred ninety nine to go" she said with a wicked smile. I cried as
she got up and put on her coat. She walked over and unlocked the handcuffs
and put them in the pocket of her coat.
"Please, please, I'm begging you, please release me from this belt. I
promise that what happened with Bill will never, ever happen again. Just
please, set me free" I sobbed. "You're right, it will never happen again.
You made your own bed, you little slut, when you fucked my husband. Now
you're going to lay in it whether you want to or not. Expect to do this
all again tomorrow" she said as she walked out the door.
I ran to the door and locked it, and then ran to the bathroom. I brushed
my teeth for ten minutes, then jumped in the shower and held my face under
the scalding hot water until I couldn't stand it anymore. I scrubbed and
scrubbed to try to get her juices off of me, but I just couldn't seem to
scrub enough to feel clean. After about an hour in the shower, I dried off
and went to bed. This had been the worst day of my entire life, but I
feared that it was only one of many, many to come. I knew that Sonja would
expect the same thing the following evening.
My clit ached to be touched the way that I had touched Sonja's earlier,
but I feared that it would be a long, long time before Sonja would let me
have an orgasm. I cried myself to sleep, wondering how I was going to
bring myself to do it all again the next evening.
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Hello,
Thank you very much for sharing this little story. I love it.
Thank you very much for sharing this little story. I love it.