u/Livid_Band4080

After a few months of light bondage and spanking, we decided to try something different full‑week chastity belt. I picked a stainless‑steel  with a tight‑fitting shield that locked over her pussy. The key hung around my neck on a leather cord, and I made it clear that only I could unlock it.

She wore it to work, et home, even to dinner with her friends. She’d text me pictures of the belt glinting under her skirt. By day three she was already whining, begging me to let her touch herself, but I just replied with a simple “Not yet.”

Day Seven – The Release

The morning of the seventh day I woke her up with a soft kiss on the forehead and a whispered, “Today’s the day.” She blinked up at me, eyes wide. I told her to strip down to the belt and kneel on the rug beside the bed. She obeyed, her thighs trembling as the cold steel pressed harder against her swollen lips.

I ran my fingers over the belt, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. “You’ve been a good girl,” I slipped a blindfold over her eyes, then grabbed the Hitachi wand I keep tucked in the nightstand. I set it to low and pressed the vibrating head against the top of the belt, right over her clit shield. The vibration traveled through the metal, making her gasp and arch her back. She started to moan, a low, needy sound that grew louder as I increased the intensity.

I wanted to make her feel every second of denial, and switched to a slow again. I’d press the wand hard for ten seconds, then pull back completely, letting the ache build.

I watched her chest rise and fall, her breath becoming rapid and shallow, the way her hips jerked involuntarily when the vibration hit just right. Every time she got close to the edge her breath hitching. I’d move the wand away and leave her hanging, dripping, desperate.

I kept a timer on my phone. Ten minutes in, she was already begging, “Please, Sir, let me come.” I answered with a soft slap to her thigh and a whisper, “Not yet.” Twenty minutes later, l could see the outline of her swollen lips pressing against the metal shield. I took glass buttplug and started to putting it slowly.

At the forty‑minute mark I decided to add a little spice. I slipped a silicone gag into her mouth. The gag muffled her whimpers, turning them into wet, gurgling noises. I continued the edging, now alternating between the wand and my own hand rubbing the belt’s shield with my thumb, then slipping a finger underneath to tease the entrance of her pussy, feeling how tight she was despite the plug in her ass.

When the timer hit fifty‑five minutes, I could see she was on the verge of breaking. Her back was arched, her ass lifted off the rug, the plug shifting slightly with each spasm. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, and growled, “One more minute. If you come before I say, you’ll wear the belt for another week.”

She whimpered, a sound half‑pain, half‑pleasure, and I could feel her pussy fluttering against the metal. At the sixty‑second mark I unlocked the belt with a slow, deliberate turn of the key, the metal clicking open. She screamed despite the gag as I slammed the wand for the first time onto her clit. I turned it to max, and held it there. Her body seized she screamed into the gag, a raw, animalistic howl that echoed off the walls. Her hips jerked forward, and then...

She squirted. A thick, hot stream shot from her, arcing and splattering onto the rug beneath her. It wasn’t just a little dribble it ran down her thighs, and pooled in a shiny puddle on the floor. She kept spurting, wave after wave, each one making her convulse and scream louder. I could feel the pulse of her orgasm as i hold her neck.

When the waves finally subsided, she collapsed forward, panting, her chest heaving, the gag slipping from her mouth as she gasped for air. I removed the wand, lifted the blindfold, smile spreading across her face.

A week later she texted me out of the blue, saying she was bored and wanted to hang out. I invited her over to my place since I had the evening free. She showed up in tight yoga pants and a thin tank top, she never bothered with a bra. We cracked open some beers, chatted about random stuff.

After a while her phone died and she asked if I had a charger. "Yeah, top drawer next to the bed", I told her without thinking. She wandered into the bedroom and I heard the drawer slide open. Shit. I had mixed up which one. The one above it was where I kept my fleshlight and a couple of other toys.

"Whoa, what's all this?" she called out, laughing. I walked in to find her holding the fleshlight, turning it over in her hands. "This one look quite nice" She teased me hard, waving it around, making jokes. My face burned but I played along, trying to snatch it back. She dodged, still smirking. She set the fleshlight down on the bed and stepped closer. "Okay, real talk. I've always wondered... what's better? This thing or an actual pussy?" She reached out and grabbed my cock through my jeans, feeling it twitch. "Let's find out. Take these off."

I stripped down and she pushed me onto the bed. She started slow, stroking my shaft with her hand first, getting me fully hard while she watched my face. Her small tits hung free under the tank as she leaned over me, nipples brushing my thigh. Then she grabbed the fleshlight, lubed it up, and slid it down over my cock. The tight silicone gripped me as she worked it up and down in steady pumps, twisting it a little at the top.

"Not bad," she murmured, pulling it off after a minute. She peeled off her tank and pants, revealing her perky tits and pussy already glistening. She climbed on top, rubbing along my length a few times before sinking down. At first it was just a tip but with every thrust I got deeper. Her real pussy was warm and tight, clenching around me as she started riding slow. I grabbed her hips, feeling those small tits bounce with each movement.

She didn't let me finish there. After a few minutes she lifted off, grabbed the fleshlight again, and switched back sliding the toy over my cock while she fingered herself. The contrast was wild: cold silicone one second, then her warm pussy the next as she alternated every few strokes. She'd fuck me deep and slow with her body, moaning as she ground her clit against me, then pull away to pump the fleshlight fast and tight until I was throbbing on the edge. Back and forth, building it hotter each time.

Eventually she stayed on my cock, riding harder, her pussy pulsing as she came first. I flipped her onto her back and laid on top. Pounding into her until I came deep inside, both of us sweaty and catching our breath. She grinned up at me afterward. "Pussy wins, hands down." We lay there tangled up, as she still teased me about a fleshlight.

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A few weeks ago I moved to a new town. As I was grocery shopping I bumped into an old friend of mine from collage, her face lit up when she spotted me. We ended up chatting for a while, catching up on everything we'd missed since those student days. As we wrapped up, she mentioned how she'd switched careers she'd always wanted to be a masseuse and just finished her training. She complained for a while how hard it was to find someone  to practice on. I said I don’t have a problem with that and we planned to meet at her place Friday evening.

Friday came around, and her apartment felt warm and welcoming with soft lighting and a bottle of wine open on the table. We sat and talked for a while, sipping and laughing about old college stories and my fresh start in town. The mood got heavier with each glass, her glances lingering a little longer, that playful smile on her lips. She wore a white tank top with no bra beneath. She caught me starring at them after a glass or two and just smiled while rolling her eyes.

After a bit, she suggested we start the session. I took a quick shower in her bathroom. When I came back wrapped in a towel, she'd set up a towels on bed with some warm oils nearby, the air smelling like lavender mixed with something sweet and earthy.

She had me lie down, her voice calm and low. Her hands, slick with the warm oil, started on my shoulders. The touches were strong but gentle at times, fingers moving in slow circles that sent this warm rush through me. She built it up with little pauses, letting her palms slide down my back. The room seemed to heat up more, her breath close when she leaned in, her hard nipples brushing through the top against me now and like it was on purpose.

As she worked lower, her thumbs dug into the muscles with this steady rhythm that made my heart pick up. She murmured little questions about how it felt, her tone carrying a flirty edge, while her fingers traced along my sides The tension built slowly a light touch here, a drawn-out stroke there her body shifting nearer, her warmth mixing with the oil. Every move left my skin buzzing with this mix of relaxation and rising heat, the tension in the air thick as she took her time, watching how I reacted to each  stroke , subtle flirtation, asking how it felt while her fingers explored.

Her hands slid lower, thumbs pressing my lower back, and I felt the towel shift as she tugged it down just a bit more. "You're really tight here," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I could feel her nipples again, but this time it was deliberate she leaned in closer. My cock twitched against the mat, already half-hard from all the teasing.

 

While still leaning over me she suggested to remove the towel. Before I could even reply she swiftly pulled it away. My cock was already hard and throbbing against the towel. As soon as she saw it she gently tapped it with her oiled finger and giggled "Fuck, you're getting hard already hmm…" I twitched instantly  as she told me its time for the other side.

I rolled over onto my back. When I saw her this time her top was off and she was only in her black panties. She was kneeling between my legs smiling, nipples hard and dark against her skin. She looked down at my cock twitching and grabbed base of the shaft lightly while leaning forward. She kissed the head lightly slowly taking it into her mouth, tongue swirled around the head, sucking hard as she bobbed down, taking more of me each time until her lips met her fist at the base. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her as she gagged a little on the depth, saliva dripping down my shaft.

"I need you inside me," she said, pulling off with a wet pop. She straddled me and pulling panties to the side. Her wet pussy rubbed along my cock, coating it. Then she sank down, taking every inch in one slow thrust. Her walls clenched tight around me, hot and slick, and she started riding hips rolling, pinching her nipples as she ground her clit against me with each downward stroke. I grabbed her ass, spreading her wider, thrusting up to meet her while she moaned and leaned down to kiss me hard, tongues tangling.

We flipped, me on top now, pounding into her deep and fast. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in as I fucked her pussy raw, the wet sounds filling the room with every slap of skin. We didn't stop there. She got on all fours, ass up, and I slid back into her from behind, gripping her hips as I slammed in harder this time. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other pulled her dark hair, making her push back against me. We both felt it coming, at the same time we moaned loudly as I filled her pussy with ropes of cum the heat of it dripping out as I pulled free. We collapsed together on the mat, sweaty and spent, but already touching again, her hand stroking my softening cock back to life for whatever came next.

​

A few weeks ago I moved to a new town. As I was grocery shopping I bumped into an old friend of mine from collage, her face lit up when she spotted me. We ended up chatting for a while, catching up on everything we'd missed since those student days. As we wrapped up, she mentioned how she'd switched careers she'd always wanted to be a masseuse and just finished her training. She complained for a while how hard it was to find someone  to practice on. I said I don’t have a problem with that and we planned to meet at her place Friday evening.

Friday came around, and her apartment felt warm and welcoming with soft lighting and a bottle of wine open on the table. We sat and talked for a while, sipping and laughing about old college stories and my fresh start in town. The mood got heavier with each glass, her glances lingering a little longer, that playful smile on her lips. She wore a white tank top with no bra beneath. She caught me starring at them after a glass or two and just smiled while rolling her eyes.

After a bit, she suggested we start the session. I took a quick shower in her bathroom. When I came back wrapped in a towel, she'd set up a towels on bed with some warm oils nearby, the air smelling like lavender mixed with something sweet and earthy.

She had me lie down, her voice calm and low. Her hands, slick with the warm oil, started on my shoulders. The touches were strong but gentle at times, fingers moving in slow circles that sent this warm rush through me. She built it up with little pauses, letting her palms slide down my back. The room seemed to heat up more, her breath close when she leaned in, her hard nipples brushing through the top against me now and like it was on purpose.

As she worked lower, her thumbs dug into the muscles with this steady rhythm that made my heart pick up. She murmured little questions about how it felt, her tone carrying a flirty edge, while her fingers traced along my sides The tension built slowly a light touch here, a drawn-out stroke there her body shifting nearer, her warmth mixing with the oil. Every move left my skin buzzing with this mix of relaxation and rising heat, the tension in the air thick as she took her time, watching how I reacted to each  stroke , subtle flirtation, asking how it felt while her fingers explored.

Her hands slid lower, thumbs pressing my lower back, and I felt the towel shift as she tugged it down just a bit more. "You're really tight here," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I could feel her nipples again, but this time it was deliberate she leaned in closer. My cock twitched against the mat, already half-hard from all the teasing.

 

While still leaning over me she suggested to remove the towel. Before I could even reply she swiftly pulled it away. My cock was already hard and throbbing against the towel. As soon as she saw it she gently tapped it with her oiled finger and giggled "Fuck, you're getting hard already hmm…" I twitched instantly  as she told me its time for the other side.

I rolled over onto my back. When I saw her this time her top was off and she was only in her black panties. She was kneeling between my legs smiling, nipples hard and dark against her skin. She looked down at my cock twitching and grabbed base of the shaft lightly while leaning forward. She kissed the head lightly slowly taking it into her mouth, tongue swirled around the head, sucking hard as she bobbed down, taking more of me each time until her lips met her fist at the base. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her as she gagged a little on the depth, saliva dripping down my shaft.

"I need you inside me," she said, pulling off with a wet pop. She straddled me and pulling panties to the side. Her wet pussy rubbed along my cock, coating it. Then she sank down, taking every inch in one slow thrust. Her walls clenched tight around me, hot and slick, and she started riding hips rolling, pinching her nipples as she ground her clit against me with each downward stroke. I grabbed her ass, spreading her wider, thrusting up to meet her while she moaned and leaned down to kiss me hard, tongues tangling.

We flipped, me on top now, pounding into her deep and fast. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in as I fucked her pussy raw, the wet sounds filling the room with every slap of skin. We didn't stop there. She got on all fours, ass up, and I slid back into her from behind, gripping her hips as I slammed in harder this time. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other pulled her dark hair, making her push back against me. We both felt it coming, at the same time we moaned loudly as I filled her pussy with ropes of cum the heat of it dripping out as I pulled free. We collapsed together on the mat, sweaty and spent, but already touching again, her hand stroking my softening cock back to life for whatever came next.