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Chastity? When did I first learn about that kink?
If I think back, it must have all begun when I had started training in a new kitchen. One of the more senior chefs was known for being kinky and at the end of each day we would all gossip together while we cleaned up after service. I of course being, let’s just say inexperienced at the time, would always feel my cheeks burn crimson red whenever the topic turned to , not to mention the more naughty stuff that chef was into.
The kinky chef was not only beautiful but also selfassured and open about what she liked. Whenever she told us about all her latest adventures, she did so without a shred of shame. It was so y and liberating listening to her confidence. She seemed like that cool aunt, who would sneak you into nightclubs or cover for you whenever Mom was annoyed with you.
She would tell us all the best ways to tie ourselves up. Whether it was with cuffs or rope, even with clingfilm. She’d give us tips on how we could masturbate with all sorts of household items. The kinky chef would often tease me and the other newer cooks that if we didn’t learn our jobs quickly enough, she would simply lock us up in her dungeon as punishment. I blushed so much when she first told me that. A fact that only served to encourage more of her teasing. When I had finally finished my training, she brought me a pair of novelty pink handcuffs that to this day I still have.
She had a heart of gold and I would be lying if I tried to claim that I never had the hots for her. Then, one special night came at the end of a long, long shift. Burners were off, the pans getting washed and her y tales began to be told. This particular tale, however, I had yet to hear. And little did I know at the time, where this naughty tale would lead me in years to come.
“Psst, Chloe,” she whispered with a cheeky grin, “quickly, look here.”
She lifted the side of her chef whites and pulled her trousers down slightly at the hip. ‘Oh, Showing me your y lingerie now? Sweet,’ or so I thought.
My eyes went wide as I tried to process what I was seeing. There was no seductive lace hugging her supple curves. No naughty thong to tantalize the carnal mind or ruffled panties that I loved to wear. She wasn’t even proving that she was going commando. Instead, there was a band of solid metal stretched across her waist fitted tightly to her body, with a tiny heartshaped padlock hanging off it. And then with a wink, she hid her secret once more.
‘What on Earth was that? Why would anyone willingly wear it?’
As we continued to finish our shift, she quietly explained that it was a chastity belt. She claimed that couples, or sometimes simply horny individuals, used them to enhance their ual experience by restricting or even outright abstaining from orgasmic relief.
‘The excitement is in the helplessness,’ she had told me.
I laughed so hard when she said that. I thought it was just an elaborate joke. But then again, she knew more about these things than I did and well… She almost looked aroused as she spoke about it. Surely that was just my imagination, though.
Back home that night, I lay panting on top of my now damp sheets with my toes still curled. A drop of sweat slowly tricked underneath my chin and gently down my neck. My middle two fingers were still inside my wet, tingling flower.
‘Fuck! That was too good. You must be insane to want to stop experiencing this.’
As I blissfully bathed in orgasmic afterglow my mind began to wander once more. The kinky chef was so hot, I couldn’t help but imagine what she would look like when she climaxed.
You would too.
The memory of her showing me her chastity belt flashed through my mind. The belt had swept across her waist to her plump bum. How I wished I could kiss her and squeeze that y butt. I’d rip that stupid belt off, throw her onto my bed and get settled between her thighs for the night. And hopefully long into the morning too.
I closed my eyes to once more fantasize about how I’d kiss, lick and nibble her to the greatestever climax of her life. As I did so, an intrusive thought I had not expected stole centre stage. Instead of seeing this kinky vixen in the midst of orgasmic pleasure, crying out my name while she grasped at my hair and held me tightly between her warm thighs. In my mind, I saw myself wearing that idiotic belt and humping her leg.
My eyes shot open
‘God no! Get a grip, Chloe, I’m never giving up my orgasms,’ I swore my oath. Then, as I thankfully came to my senses, I sealed it with two more orgasms to prove the point.
A little under ten years had passed since I made that solemn promise yet there I stood, ready for date night with Samantha. Or rather, Sammy as everyone calls her. And oh, how she has turned me into a little oathbreaker.
*** *** ***
I knocked on Sammy’s front door and waited as my heart raced within my chest. The day had finally come again. For the past seven months, we had the same routine. Sunday night was date night. It was a precious thing that I looked forward to every day of the week. However, our date nights were a little unconventional.
The door opened and revealed Sammy smiling back at me. My excitement grew but as I went to step through the door, I felt her hand pressed against my chest barring my access.
“You know the rules for date night,” Sammy spoke as I hid my guilty face behind my fringe.
I did know the rules. Each and every Sunday I knew them. Regardless, I always tried to slip in without following that particular rule and every Sunday she would prompt me to do it before allowing me in. I looked down the street and then back the other way, fidgeting with my skirt. Then one more look, just to be sure before shyly lowering myself to my knees on her doorstep. My hands were placed in front of me between my thighs as I leaned down to kiss her foot. My face was already ablaze with embarrassment.
“Please Mistress, may I enter and be yours tonight?” I asked, my dimples popping as I smiled.
I looked down the street once more and hesitated to finish our little ritual. The coast was still clear. Timidly, I stuck my bum out and felt my skirt ride up my rear a little. Cold air swept between my thighs, sending tingles throughout my body. Sammy stood hand on hip, waiting, tapping her foot. Pushing down my inhibition, I reached back and gave myself a firm spank for anyone to see if they happened to look out their windows.
Sammy reached out her hand helping me up and stepped to one side. Our date night had begun.
I stepped through the doorway wondering if anyone had actually seen me. Surely, after all these months someone must have noticed the crazy girl kneeling at the door and spanking herself every Sunday. Once the door had closed behind us, I embraced Sammy in a hug. Kissing her on the neck, my eye was drawn to the delicate silver chain around her neck embellished with a small key. My key. A deep yearning awoke between my thighs.
As usual, I stripped and stood naked for Sammy in the hallway with my fingers dancing along the metal band, that this time tightly wrapped around my own waist. Sammy reached out and brushed her thumb delicately across my soft nipple. I couldn’t help but lose myself in the touch. So much so, that I didn’t even realize her hand had left. My desperation had been getting out of hand these past few weeks.
‘Surely, Sammy would grant me relief tonight. Right?’
At the sound of a nearby door being shut and locked, I blinked my eyes open and returned to Earth. Looking down, I saw Sammy had already collected my clothes and locked them away. The feeling I craved since the start of the week returned. I was trapped here with her once more. She was in complete control and I loved it.
It wasn’t long before we were chatting in the kitchen while I cooked dinner for us in the nude, save for an apron she had graciously afforded me. Sammy sat perched on top of the kitchen counter with her long legs crossed while sipping a glass of wine. Her hungry eyes fixed on me as she devoured me in her mind. I could feel the phantom touches of what she wanted to do to me. What I needed her to do to me.
Every now and then she would instruct me to stop and stand. I would pause and cross my arms behind my back for her. Sometimes she would tease me with a touch or nibble. Other times she did it simply to prove that she could.
As I cooked dinner, my hand often had a mind of itself, sneaking under my apron and fingering the metal shield of my belt. As strange as it sounds, there were occasions when my flower would actually respond to those denied touches. Whenever it did, I had to avoid eye contact with Sammy. Though I’m sure my blushing announced my shame clearly. When dinner was cooked and my thighs suitably damp, Sammy took the plates and led us into the dining room.
‘So. That was her plan.’
I hadn’t noticed it when I first came in but Sammy had moved the dinner table closer to the window that overlooked the street with the curtains drawn wide open. I fidgeted as I watched her put the plates down. Sure enough, she put my plate facing the window before removing my apron and, along with it, my modesty.
My heart beat faster and faster as I felt the fabric of the apron slip over my body, brushing against my breast. I let out a lustfilled groan and sat down before the window. My eyes darted from one end of the street to the other as Sammy just giggled at me. Anyone who walked past the house would see this strange girl with crimson cheeks and puffy nipples, sat down for dinner in the nude. Thankfully it was a quiet street, though at times I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be seen like that.
“So what we got for pudding then?” Sammy asked as we finished our meal.
“I was thinking ice cream, Mistress,” I sheepishly replied, eyes still scanning the street for potential intruders on our date.
With a warm smile and nod, Sammy dismissed me to fetch desserts. When I placed the bowls of ice cream on the table, Sammy threw her lace panties onto my table mat and took my bowl of ice cream in hand. She placed the chilly bowl between her succulent legs and smirked at me. Blushing, I brushed my hair behind my ear and crawled under the table to eat my dessert as I stared up her skirt.
After a spoonful or two of the ice cream, I grinned as a devious plan formed in my mind. I took the cold spoon with a touch of ice cream and gently ran it along Sammy’s inner thigh. She gasped as the chill ran through her body followed by my tongue chasing it.
“Hey! Behave down there,” Sammy instructed.
I giggled to myself and considered doing it again but as I reached out with my spoon I saw her hand move between her thighs. Two fingers opened her flower petals to me as the finger between danced along the sensitive flesh hidden within. She kept eating her ice cream between her moans as she played with herself in front of me. She was getting excited so I kissed and nibbled her thighs while trying to copy the movement of her fingers. I grumbled in desperation as my fingers found only impenetrable metal.
Her clit rose from its sleeping place as her fingers rubbed just above it. Her legs shifted and her intoxicating moans became more disjointed. I licked my lips watching. Sammy’s fingers pressed onto her clit and the table above shook as she grasped hold of it as her orgasm quickly approached. Her pink flower blossomed and squirted its nectar. I gulped as I felt her juices trailing down my collarbone and breast.
By then my bowl of ice cream had mostly melted, I had only managed a few bites before becoming enthralled with Sammy’s show. I could hear her breathing heavily above the table as she withdrew her slick fingers.
“It’s time,” she announced as she stood and placed my barely touched bowl of ice cream on the table.
She straightened her skirt and picked up her panties, as I crawled out from underneath the table. Obediently, I followed her. The skirt she wore hugged her butt perfectly, something I deeply appreciated as she led me up the stairs towards her bedroom.
The cuffs were, as always, ready for me. So I leant back against the railing at the foot of her bed and rose one wrist to the corner. Click. Then my other wrist to the opposite corner. Click. I bit my lips and wiggled my arms against the handcuffs, binding me to her bed with my arms outstretched. Sammy lifted my chin with a finger and kissed me deeply. As she broke the kiss, her tongue was replaced by her still warm and slightly damp panties. Our eyes locked with each other as we both saw the love and lust within each other.
I moaned into my makeshift gag as my eyes dropped to my key dangled from the chain around her neck. Sammy reached down, her fingers inching across my legs towards the padlock, that only she could remove. With a twist of the key, the tension in the metal around my waist gave a little.
Sammy slid my chastity belt off and ran her fingers over my pussy. A slight tug on my bush and I groaned. My chest was flush red as I looked down between my thighs. When we had first decided to lock a chastity belt on me, I was neatly trimmed. Now? Well, less so.
Her fingers felt so good, they would expertly linger in just the right places before moving away. Always, she left me desperate for more. Then Sammy stood, ruffled my hair and kept me bound to her bed as she slipped out of the room and began to run my bath. I wiggled on the soft pillow that Sammy always left for me when she bound me. Every date night would lead to this moment, where she would treat me to a bath and on special occasions even a massage while she cleaned my chastity belt.
‘Would she join me in the bath this time? Would she keep my hands bound and wash me herself? Would she let me… Finally, let me go over the edge for her?’ I gulped in anticipation.
No matter where my eyes turned, her bedroom was full of reminders of why I had fallen in love with this incredible woman. Why I needed her in my life and why I was addicted to her. My mind considered so many heavenly options that could await me as I listened to the sound of rushing water and Sammy’s sweet humming. The seconds felt like hours as I longed to bathe for her.
The sensual smell of scented candles drifted into the bedroom as Sammy emerged like a goddess again. She wore nothing but a loose bathrobe, her golden hair curling down the front of her left shoulder. She removed the panties that gagged me and kissed me once more. Then she nibbled my lower lip and unlocked the cuffs that held me. I followed her eagerly into the bathroom where candles were dancing along the bathtub. She watched me shyly climb in as she sat on the side.
I melted into the warmth of the bath. The water rushed up my body, lapping and caressing my curves. Closing my eyes, I let out a contented sigh as my chin sank beneath the bubbles. Sammy started to hum again as she picked up my chastity belt to clean it as I enjoyed the bath she had made. In my heart, I knew those angelic tones that flowed from her lips hid the lustful demon that silently prowled within her, ever waiting for her chance to pounce.
As I I washed my hair, I waited and longed for the demon to appear.
I was on top of the world bathing in front of my girlfriend. The smell of rosemary and thyme danced around the room along with… Lemon? Just a subtle hint of lemon, but it was definitely there, as the fragrant aromas mixed into the air from the bath oils. The mood was set perfectly with the dim, flickering candles that highlighted Sammy’s delicate curves.
My fingers ran up my body. Nails lightly grazed underneath my bust then over the top of my breasts before slowly sneaking down my body again. My fingers felt one rib, then another. My legs quivered, toes curled in anticipation. Now my nails delicately drew lines along my tummy as the water washed over my skin.
I could remember and almost feel how Sammy had licked melted chocolate off my stomach just a few weeks ago. I moaned softly. My thumb grazed my hip. In the exact spot where my belt had recently sat. My pussy growled impatiently, demanding attention. I chewed the corner of my lip as my wandering hand moved gingerly towards my clit.
Warm breath beside my face and a lick of my ear sent my carnal urges into overcharge.
“Only around it for now. And slowly,” Sammy whispered seductively into my ear, ending her instruction with a nibble on my earlobe.
My hands shook as they teased beside my outer lips. It was so hard to resist moving closer. I squirmed in frustrated pleasure. As I opened my eyes, I saw Sammy had finished cleaning my belt and was caressing her breasts as she watched my hand closely. I opened my legs, revealing to Sammy what she had done to me. Her eyes grew with predatorial lust as my fingers eagerly raked through my bush, now soaked with luxurious bath water.
“Go on then,” Sammy mercifully whispered, “Show me what you want to do.”
I twisted a little towards Sammy and placed one foot on top of the bathtub giving her a better view. In the process, I knocked a couple of bottles into the water, bouncing haplessly against me. I didn’t care. The whole house could collapse and I still wouldn’t care. My fingers parted my lips slightly and the water quickly followed licking as it went. My other hand joined the fun and pressed against my clit. I was moaning loudly as Sammy’s nails brushed behind my ear and down my neck.
“Mistress, please may I cum tonight?” I pleaded to a silent judge.
My fingers sunk deep within and pressed firmly against my gspot as I began to hump against my hand. My body twisted in torturous indulgence as the water splashed against my skin. One or two candles were put out from the stray water.
‘Please Mistress,’ I gasped and strained.
I arched my hips up and my legs shook. Still, silence from Sammy as I struggled to control myself. As I felt her teeth on my nipple it felt as though I was going to explode.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum!” Silence remained.
My legs suddenly cramped and squeezed against my hand. I forced them back open for my Mistress to see. My whole world became an echo chamber for my heart beating furiously against my chest and the sound of water splashing against my greedy cunt. My desperation turned to whimpers, my whimpers into moans. Then into screams of pleasure. Louder and louder and louder. I was so close. Just a little more. Just one more second and I’ll finally…
“Stop,” Sammy commanded, her voice steady and measured. She had no need to shout or bark orders.
I groaned as I reluctantly moved my hand away. My fingers twitched to return. Just a second or two more and I would have fallen into a blissful euphoria that had been kept from me since I was locked into chastity. My breasts heaved up and down as I dug my claws into my thighs trying to calm myself. The water calmed and tickled my body with a tranquillity that cruelly mocked the lust rampaging through my veins. Eventually, my breathing slowly settled and the wildfire between my thighs began to be tamed once more.
I whimpered, it had been so close.
“Good girl, one edge down,” Sammy remarked, “Now, continue.”
‘One? How many are there going to be?’ My pussy quivered.
There were nine more edges that night which Sammy forced me to endure. Nine more agonizingly, glorious edges. Each subsequent edge grew more intense and impossible to control than the previous one. My groans of frustration when told to stop, were also louder and more desperate each time. I never knew how desperate one person could be.
With every command to stop, my love for Sammy grew. On the final two edges, every touch on my skin no matter how ordinary or mundane sent shivers of depravity throughout my body. It was like bathing in an aphrodisiac while a thousand succubus licked my skin.
After the tenth and final edge, I lay shaking in the bathwater with Sammy kissing my forehead. The water had started going cold a while ago but my unbridled lust had kept me warm. Sammy gently helped me out of the bath and dried me off with a warm, fluffy towel. Even that felt like it could bring me to the brink of an orgasm. Then she led me by the hand to her bedroom again.
I sunk into her soft bedsheets, still trying to gather my breath, as she once more used the cuffs to bind me on top of her bed. This time, however, she took a dildo gag and secured it tightly to my lips before straddling my face. Her engorged lips parted easily, accepting the dildo as she looked down at me with a mischievous smirk. My moans were muffled by the gag as I watched her ride the dildo. Her juices coated it more and more with each thrust. She really was going to force me to watch her cum after denying me ten times in a row.
I whimpered and pleaded with my eyes, but that simply spurred her on. Her hand caressed her pert nipple, pinching them lightly. She clenched her eyes shut and gasped. Her pussy started to pulsate on the dildo and her thighs clamped tightly around my face as she sunk down onto the dildo one final time. Grasping the railing above me, she screamed and came hard. I could do nothing but watch and listen to her as the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, reminding me of what I was yet to have.
“I want to cum too!” The gag muffled my complaints.
Sammy climbed off, still panting with a light sweat running down her back. Then she picked up my chastity belt, fully dried now, and placed it around my hips. I wiggled away and whimpered more. Looking at her I shook my head.
‘It’s not fair; I need to cum too!’ My eyes pleaded.
Sammy spanked me once and held my hips down as she put the belt around me. I moaned as I felt the metal wrap around my crotch again. I tried to hump the belt but it wasn’t enough. Sammy leant over me smirking with her breasts pressed against my breasts. I could feel how stiff her nipples were as she dangled the padlock teasingly before my eyes.
“Are you sure you want this to stop?” Sammy asked, her eyes filled with as much deprived passion as my own.
‘Do I want to stop?’ I stared at the padlock. ‘Am I sure that I actually to end our game and cum?’
I needed to cum. I knew that much. Hell, the neighbors, if not the whole street, probably knew that much by now. But honestly? I wasn’t sure if I needed it more than I needed the sweet desperation to cum. That delicious helplessness that came from depending on Sammy. She placed the padlock through the belt but didn’t lock it yet. She leant over me, still softly moaning from her orgasm and bit my neck firmly.
“If you shake your head, I’ll remove this belt right now and make you cum as much as you can handle,” Sammy promised. She wasn’t lying.
Sammy already knew my heart. She knew what I truly craved, even when I didn’t want to admit it. We both did really. After all, it was me who suggested we start this game all those months ago. As I asked—no, that’s a lie—as I begged her to keep my key. I pleaded with her to decide when and how I could climax.
‘I do want this to continue. I want it more than anything else,’ I closed my eyes and groaned as I nodded.
She licked the side of my neck, where a bruise was already forming from her bite. Then she moved slowly down my body, planting a trail of kisses along my body. Each kiss allowed me another opportunity to change my mind as she drew ever closer to my belt. She was almost there. If I wanted my orgasm, I needed to say something now. This would be my last chance all week. But, only lustful moans echoed around the bedroom.
I almost came immediately when I heard the padlock click shut once more, sealing my belt for yet another week. I twisted and turned against the unrelenting embrace of metal around my hips and crotch, pressed teasingly against my swollen clit again. I pulled hard against the cuffs that held me prisoner as my body shook.
Sammy climbed off me and crawled into bed with me, pulling a silken sheet over the two of us. She cuddled me the rest of the night as I remained bound. I could feel my pussy almost dripping within my chastity belt. My eleventh edge of the night, simply from the sound of a padlock, was perhaps the best one of the night.
I smiled to myself with my girlfriend’s arm across me. Her nails and fingers gently played with my dishevelled hair as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. I thought back to that night when the kinky chef had shown me her chastity belt.
‘So, this is why you looked so aroused, all those years ago, when you told me about these blessed, cursed belts.’
