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The vibrating chastity belt part 2

The vibrating chastity belt part 2
 
But you were on the verge! You attempt to maneuver the chastity belt with your cuffed hands to bring some sort of stimulation to your throbbing pussy, but to no avail. You scream at the chastity belt. You scream at me.
 
This thing is going to be locked onto you all day, woman. I say. Once you get to 105 bpm it will shut off for about 45 seconds, then, start humming away again. You can't beat it. It is physiologically impossible. You will be on the brink of Cumming all day long and there isn't a thing you can do about it. All sorts of things will be conjured up in that mind of yours due to your torment.  
 
You may offer to do anything for me, to pay me, or even to sell your soul to the Devil himself just to cum one time, but you won't be allowed to. There are worse ways to spend your day, my lady, though I currently can't think of any." It is 10:35 a.m.
 
I leave you in the house alone in your torment, just as the plugs begin to vibrate again, bringing you to the brink within minutes and shutting off for the second time. This is when reality runs up your spine and it hits you: You're not ever going to get to cum.
 
You do your best for the next half hour or so to get out of the cuffs and to remove the chastity belt. Finally, you decide to walk carefully in your sky-high stilettos into the kitchen to get a knife and, figuring that the plugs must have some sort of power cord between themselves and the belt, you use your cuffed hands and attempt ever so carefully to slide the knife into the space between the thong crotch of the belt and your skin, hoping you can cut this cord and shut off the torturous vibrations.
 
But there are no cords to be found, and you drop the knife, and curse God, and with your pussy and ass humming and your feet aching, you collapse to the floor just as the belt shuts off again. It is 11:10 a.m.
 
The next thing you do is to maneuver your hands to your feet, while lying on the floor, and unbuckle the ankle straps and remove those awful shoes. Then you go to lie on the bed face down to accommodate your cuffed wrists. You can't help but writhe in frustrated bliss as your confused body seems to beg you for relief as the plugs whirl away.
 
I arrive back home at 12:45 a.m. to find you writhing on the bed, soaking with sweat, tormented by your new stainless steel friend you were introduced to only about 2 hours before.
 
Every woman who heats men must have one of these things locked onto her, I say to you, as the thought of an eternity on the verge of orgasm without release makes you shudder.
 
Fuck you!!!" you scream at the top of your lungs.
 
My goodness, how you have changed in the past 2 hours, I say, as you look at me with disgust.
 
Please, oh my God, Jesus, please take this thing off of me! I surrender I am yours I will do whatever you want. I will have lesbian sex with my best fucking friend-fucking call her up right now and I will tell her myself, but....ummmmmm!... I have to get out of this thing!
 
And I really have to pee, too, you say.
 
Why did you remove your heels, I ask you.
 
My feet hurt, you reply.
 
Then your feet will be adorned for the rest of the day in shoes you cannot remove.
 
What the hell...oh God, that thing is vibrating again...ooooooooooooooh what are you talking about 'shoes you can't remove?
 
I go to the next room and quickly come back out holding a pair of shoes much like the ones I put onto you in the morning. I lay you down onto the bed as you resist me wildly. I place the shoes onto your feet as you notice a slight difference. These shoes have locking ankle straps. 5 inches high with a small Master lock about one inch in size to lock the strap around the ankle. The, add on the internet site that sold these said, to keep her from kicking off those pretty heels.
 
You curse me for being such a fucking pervert. Then you tell me that only a pervert could think of something as devious as locking a pair of high heels onto a woman.
 
I ignore you.
 
Next I lift you up off of the bed and stand you up next to me. My God, how beautiful you are. A magnificent creature standing before me clad in devastatingly high locking stilettos and a locking chastity belt with your wrists locked behind you.
 
You can't pee with the belt on, honey, I say. It's too tight.
 
Those 2 hours of sexual torment have stimulated your bladder to fill. This is why many people have to pee after sex. I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait.
 
I go to the closet next and retrieve a long trench coat. I place it around you and tell you, We're going out.
 
You can't believe what you just heard.
 
Despite your protests and quite significant about of struggling, I am able to tie the belt of the coat around your waist so that it looks like you just have your hands at your sides and I am able to get you into the car and head off to the video store. Once there,  
 
I have to drag you out of the car and practically push you inside.
 
Honey, I say, No one knows your hands are cuffed behind you, they just think you are cold, I say.
 
You are mortified. You do your best to navigate in the 5-inch heels, worried you might lose your balance, worried you may see someone you know and they may want to shake hands, worried that they may wonder why you are wearing those outrageous shoes and why they have what looks like locks on them. All of this while trying to maintain your poise with a full bladder and while your insides are about to explode in orgasmic bliss thanks to those pesky torturous plugs.
 
We get out of there pretty quickly, to your relief, with the DVD and head home.
 
You don't say a word on the way; you just moan each time the belt comes on, then curse a few minutes later the moment the humming stops. When we arrive, I get out of the car first and go over to your side, unbuckle the seat belt, and assist you in getting out. Then I watch you tip toe in those magnificent shoes into the house, careful not to lose your balance as your arms are useless.
 
I work fast. Standing you up at the edge of the bed with your back to me, I remove the trench coat. I take out the chastity remote, turn it off in mid-hum, and then take out the chastity key and unlock the belt from the back. Then I unsnap the anal plug from the belt, allowing that plug to stay inside your ass as I remove the belt completely, vaginal plug included, from you.
 
The anal plug is impossible for a woman to remove without the use of her hands, as the portion of the plug that the anal sphincter muscles wrap around is about a half inch in diameter, whereas the portion inside your body immediately increases significantly in diameter to about one and a quarter inches so that the plug cannot simple be pushed out. There is a wonderfully erotic depiction of a girl standing with her arms tied over her head trying to push her anal plug out, unsuccessfully of course, in the recently produced porn video Fasciations.
 
Next, I unzip and pull out my throbbing cock, climb onto the bed, and lift your body up and over me, and then lower you until my stiff manhood impales. your hungry pussy.
 
I have never seen a woman want to get fucked worse than you at this moment. Screaming, sweating, and bouncing as I hold your torso up, you seemingly are trying to rip my cock off and eat it with your body. You do the best a girl can do with her hands cuffed behind her, tirelessly sliding your ass up and down, massaging my cock with your wetness as you are now leaned all the way over onto me; our chests pressed together and a plug in your ass.
 
If I allow you to cum, my girl, the belt goes immediately back on for 2 more hours and you won't be able to pee, I say. Make the choice, dear, either you cum or you pee.
 
I want to cum! you say after thinking it over a few tortured seconds.
 
I take your shoulders and lift you slightly and turn you over to your back carefully, allowing you to adjust your arms to accommodate the handcuffs, all without my cock ever leaving you. I pump you slowly as your impending climax makes you wonder if your body and mind can even take it.
 
Finally, you are about to have release. Your asshole begins to involuntarily contract thanks to those wonderful pelvic floor muscles responsible for orgasm. Your vaginal walls squeeze my cock like a desperate, hungry animal, milking me closer and closer to orgasm and releasing all of your pent up lusts, desires, worries, and frustrations in a matter of seconds. I can feel the plug in your ass moving as you cum; an exquisitely sexy and kinky turn on for me.
 
Spent, but grateful for my mercy, you open your mouth wide as I place my wet cock into your mouth for the second time to allow you the pleasure of tasting your own pussy. I cum hard and deeply into the back of your throat and you don't spill a drop.
 
Exhausted and sweaty, we both lie on the bed and I turn you over to unlock the handcuffs. Just then your body reminds you of your aching bladder and, as you begin to contemplate how you are going to make it for 2 more hours, I surprise you: First I turn you over and remove the anal plug slowly from your ass as you gasp. Then I tell you that you can go pee.
 
 
After you get back from the bathroom, I congratulate you and your resolve and tell you of my admiration for a woman who just went through what you did.
 
You now have my undying respect and adoration. And I mean it.
 
That night I take you to the finest restaurant in town, where we drink wine, eat, and then go out and dance the night away.
Written by nutbuster (D C)
Published | Edited 28th Aug 2020
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