Belle was in her bathroom and after having taken her shower she verified that her pubis was clean-shaven. Her lover liked her skin soft and smooth to caress.
He also liked knowing that she was smooth-shaven, especially under her skirt or her dress when they left together. Belle's husband had been surprised to discover that she'd shaved; she'd had to invent a sudden desire to follow an oriental fashion that makes that the pubis of women hairless. But today her husband was gone on a business trip, and Belle excitedly anticipated pleasures that awaited her this evening with her lover.
The ringing of the door bell brought her back to reality. She covered herself in a bathrobe and opened to the UPS guy. He offered to her a middle-sized box with a big smile. Belle thanked him, closed the door, and put the package on the table. An envelope with her name had been glued on the package with a notice: "Read before opening the box". Belle opened the envelope and read:
I'm looking forward to spending another unforgettable evening with you tonight.
I would bring you tonight holding that I want to see to carry you. I think that you know how I like that you get ready for our appointments.
Today, I got you a small surprise. It is in some ways my first gift for your birthday. Soon you'll be able to open this package, but beware: if you open it, you will have to do EVERYTHING that the letter inside asks. You can also choose not to open the box, but then you'd never know what it contains. It's up to you: will your curiosity and desire overcome you?
Till tonight,
Kisses "
Belle didn't hesitate very long. Her lover knew her too well; he knew that she could not long resist the desire to know what was in this package. Quickly, before she could lose her nerve, she tore open the package, cutting through the packing tape, and opened the box. A red envelope was visible attached to a green velvet bag that containede a flattened shape.
Belle opened the envelope and read:
Till tonight ".
She took out the velvet bag. Inside was an odd metallic strip, nearly a circle, to which were attached two flat chains. Another metallic plate with a slot in the center was attached to chains. A padlock and another strange plate, separate, were also in the velvet bag.
Belle didn't immediately understand what the object was. Only after lifting the the whole assembly, did she understand. It was a chastity belt! Belle's heart began to beat very fast. Belle had only read of these devices; this was the first time that she had ever seen one.
She examined the object closely, trying to guess how it would fit on her body. The belt-shaped metallic strip must go around her waist; the padlock must hold it closed in the front. The other plate had to fit over the pubis, covering her sex except for the narrow slit. This, too, would be held in place by the padlock where it met the belt. The crack was about half an inch wide and a couple inches long, just enough for the lips of her pussy to peek through and to allow her to use the toilet. Belle doubted that she could get a finger in there to touch herself. The two chains were attached to a ring at the bottom of the pubic plate, while the other ends were attached to the back of the belt, about 8 inches apart. Once the belt was in place, the chains would cross the buttocks diagonally, hardly letting her anus open.
The other, extra plate had no slot, just a bunch of tiny holes. Belle realized quickly how this second plate attached to the first, covering the slot. Once installed, this plate would effectively prevent her from touching her labia at all.
A shiver, part excitement and part apprehension, ran through Belle. She hesitated, indecisive. The thought of putting the belt back in the box crossed her mind. The belt was a barbaric instrument decried by society as a relic of a bygone age-the very kind of barbaric instrument her lover knew she'd have a strong desire to try on.
Belle finally decided to try the belt on. Hesitantly, she opened the metal strap in order to place it around her waist. She placed the belt around her waist, the opening at the front. She had to tug and suck in her stomach to fit the ends together, holding it temporarily closed. The belt was so tight; Belle wasn't sure she could wear it for any extended period.
As indicated in her lover's letter, she reached between her legs, grabbed the plate, and pulled it up over her sex. Again, she had to yank it to fit it up to the belt; she felt the two chains pressing into her buttocks. Finally, she managed to hook it onto the belt. The was very tight against her pussy; the lips of her sex protruded from the slot. Belle immediately understood the utility of the second plate; once it was attached, she'd no longer be able to pleasure herself by touching her clit or her nether lips.
She decided not to put the secondary plate on yet. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter; her hand stole to her crotch, trying to touch herself through the slot. The crack was not large enough to permit her finger to go very far but she thought that, all the same, she could make herself come. On the other hand, there was no way to get a finger, much less a penis, underneath the plate. With this diabolical device covering her sex, she could forget about penetration of any sort.
Belle had not yet placed the padlock on the belt, and with good reason: there was no key included in the package. She reread her lover's letter and, steeling herself, made her decision. Quickly, before she could lose her nerve, she placed the second plate over the first, attaching it at the back and at the clasp in the front. She attached the padlock, and slid the hasp home, locking herself in.
As soon as the padlock "clicked" shut, she regretted her action: she was hotter than she could ever remember being. All she wanted to do was to touch herself, to bring herself off. She reached between her legs again, but her fingers were met with warm but unyielding metal. She tried to slip a finger underneath the plate: nothing doing. All she managed to do was to move the plate slightly back and forth, the rubbing getting her even more excited but bringing her no closer to orgasm. The knowledge that she couldn't touch herself made her want to do so even more. Thus began Belle's long day of frustration, clad only in her new belt, as she waited for her lover's arrival.
Her lover kissed her deeply, then stood back and took in the view. His eyes shone with pleasure, seeing her locked securely in the belt. She had obeyed his commands. He felt a surge welling up in his loins, wanted to have her there and then, but restrained himself; the evening was just beginning.
He shut the door behind him, then turned again to examine more closely at the belt clasped on his lover's body. His measurements had been spot-on; the belt fit snugly. She gasped involuntarily as he reached between her legs; his fingers were met, as hers had been, by the solid perforated metal of the outer plate. Rapping on it with a knuckle, he pronounced her safe from the lusts of men. Belle pressed herself against him and asked, begged, for release from the belt so they could make love. He grinned, wickedly, and shook his head, instead reaching into a small bag he'd brought with him.
In it were a pair of thigh-high, garterless stockings, a short red velvet dress, and a pair of high-heeled dancing shoes. He handed the hose and shoes to her and told her to get dressed. Belle understood that her lover had decided not to let her out yet. She put on the stockings and shoes., and then moved against her lover again. It seemed he had more in store for her, however: "Close your eyes, my beautiful one. Hands behind your back, legs apart, please."
Belle did as she was asked. She felt his hands reach around her, swiftly unlocking the padlock and unclasping the belt. Was she going to be freed after all? "Keep them closed," he said in her ear. She felt the plates being moved away from her pussy. She heard her lover remove something else from the bag, and, presently, that 'something' pressed against her pubic lips. He pushed it into her slowly, meeting with no resistance: she was wet and open. She moaned as the object slid, agonizingly slow, into her dripping pussy. It felt like a rubber dildo, covered in tiny rubber knobs. Then, acting quickly, her lover relocked the belt. Now the dildo was locked inside her, and she had no way of removing it!
"Ok, you can open them now," said her lover, kissing her tenderly. "Tonight, my dear, you are the most exciting-and inaccessible-woman I know!" He helped her into the dress. She looked at herself in her entry-hall mirror, trying to decide whether the belt would be visible under the short dress, but her lover had chosen the fabric well. There wasn't even a bulge.
They left the apartment. At every step, Belle felt the dildo shift inside her and her excitement increased. And, judging by the smile on her lover's lips, he knew it, too. When they reached the ground floor, her lover made a show of looking outside.
"It looks nice tonight-let's walk to the restaurant," he said, eyes twinkling.
Belle almost faltered, imagining walking several blocks with the rubber cylinder deep in her pussy. The feeling was indescribable: she was penetrated, and yet she couldn't touch her own sex. The dildo's movement, maddeningly, made her hotter and wetter with every step, without bringing her any closer to coming.
A little while later, a very flushed Belle and her grinning lover arrived at the restaurant. Her lover had reserved a table for them in a quiet corner; the maitre d' led them to it and sat them down.
"Watch your dress," said her lover with a smile, his eyes flashing toward the maitre d'. Belle understood, trying to sit down without letting her hem ride up high enough for the man to catch a glimpse of her metal underwear. She felt the chair's upholstry on her bare buttocks, and had to suppress a moan as the contact pushed on the plates and, consequently, the dildo, which lurched even deeper inside her.
The meal took place in a mutedly pleasant ambiance. Fortunately, the light was not too strong, and the people sitting around them couldn't see Belle's hips shifting around on her seat. Her lover asked if she liked her new "outfit," and she had to answer, truthfully, that she was enjoying it.
"But," she added, "that doesn't mean I don't want out of this thing as soon as we get home..."
As the dessert course arrived, Belle's lover reached into his pocket, taking out two small packets. "I have three surprises for you tonight, my darling," he said softly. "Here is the first. Happy birthday!"
He handed her a small small box-clearly a jewelry box. She opened it, and, inside, found the most beautiful diamond ring she'd ever seen. She positively beamed at him.
"It's... wonderful!"
"Second, my love: I want you to be more than my mistress; I want to spend every moment of our lives together. Will you marry me?" He placed his hand over hers, leaning in.
Belle was floored. "Y-yes," she said. It was all happening so fast...
"Then," he said, "surprise number three. May this pleasure be only the beginning of the pleasure you will receive as my wife." And now, for the first time, she noticed that the second box had a button on it, which he pressed now. She didn't understand for an instant, and then she did, as the dildo inside her began to vibrate mildly. "Try to enjoy it, but remember where we are," her lover whispered in her ear, and she could tell he was smiling.
That was Belle thought, easier said than done. The vibrations increased her already high level of excitement until she thought she'd burst. The plates vibrated slightly, too, which in turn transmitted the vibrations along her labia to her aching, yearning clit. She bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning. As her lover sipped his coffee with one hand, she could see the thumb of the other manipulating a dial on the tiny remote, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the vibrations, according to the reactions he saw. The torture was devious, delicious, as he pushed her to the very edge time and again without letting her over. Belle, on the other hand, didn't think she'd be able to handle the cup, much less to swallow.
This little game lasted all the way home. Belle had to stop several times to catch her breath and to try to keep from coming in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. She got a few strange looks, flushed and panting as she was.
As soon as they got inside, she kissed him and said, "Kiss me. I want you inside me. I want to feel you inside me. Please." But he didn't make any indication that he'd heard her. Instead, he told her to take off the dress, which she did. He brought the bag out again, reached in and pulled out a black headband. This he slid over Belle's eyes, rendering her incapable of seeing whatever he was doing. He proceeded to place leather cuffs around each of her wrists and her ankles. Her breasts heaved with her rapid breath as he walked behind her, locking her wrist cuffs behind her back.
He guided her toward the kitchen and bent her over the table. He attached each of her ankle-cuffs to a table leg, spreading her apart, then threaded another rope under her armpits and across her back and attached it to the other end of the table. A third rope held her stomach flat against the tabletop. Belle was now helplessly bound in a lascivious, wanton position, her legs apart, her pussy open and inviting... except for the small matter of the plate steel keeping it away from outside stimulation. She tried to imagine how she must look to her lover, who walked around to the head of the table. She heard him unzip his fly. Belle's head was over the edge of the table; she knew what was coming and opened her mouth in anticipation. His already stiff member slid slowly between her lips; she sucked and teased it with her tongue, trying to compensate for the lack of use of her hands.
Eventually, he moaned; she could tell he was close to coming. She tried to take him over the edge, but he pulled out, quickly, and, before she could close her mouth, applied a ball-gag, buckling the strap behind her head. Belle tried to protest, but it was too late-a little mewling sound was all that escaped.
Again, her lover walked around the table so that he stood between her legs. She hoped that he would take off the accursed belt-she was so hot, so ready for him. Instead, she felt him parting the chains on her buttocks, giving her only an instant's warning before he began pushing himself, well-lubricated with her saliva, into her anus. He slid into her slowly, taking care not to hurt her, but not relenting, either. Once he was entirely in her, she felt the vibrator in her pussy come to life again. She was mad, now, with desire and excitement; her sex was on fire. She began to moan, moving her hips as much as her bound condition would allow, trying to take more of her lover. He caught her by the hips and started thrusting-first, slowly, and then more quickly.
Belle felt the orgasm welling up inside her and could hold back no longer; desperately, she pushed back against him, trying to envelop him completely as the rubber intruder buzzed inside her. He sped up then, taking her brutally, savagely, triggering orgasm upon orgasm in her taut and needy body, until, finally, she felt him explode, emptying himself inside her.
He stayed inside her a few moments longer; eventually, the vibrations stopped and he pulled out of her. She could hear him walk out of the room, heard the fauced in the bathroom. Finally, he came back, untying the top and middle ropes, allowing her to stand. He left her ankles bound to the legs of the table and her wrists bound behind her back. She stood up, but still couldn't speak or see anything. She felt her lover opening he padlock and unhooking the clasp. He pulled the vibrator out; it slid out quickly. Belle thought he was setting her free, until she felt the plates snap back into place and heard the lock shut again. Only then did he take off her gag and remove the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.
As she pulled the blindfold over her head, he kissed Belle tenderly and whispered in her ear, "I hope you've had a good evening. Since you're now mine, I leave you with this small birthday gift. Fortunately, you have time to get used to it before your husband gets home."
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