Continued from Chapter 06: Master gives his toy a new unwanted present.
In the days and weeks that followed it was more of the same. There was a lot of time spent in my room, balancing my time between playing on my computer and masturbating to the constant stream of porn on the TV. Usually in the afternoon Master would pull me out and find some new way to pleasure and torment me.
The nipple suckers were doing their job. My nipples had grown almost a centimeter in both length and width. Unfortunately, for me it made my already sensitive nipples even more so. Even an accidental brush would send a shock throughout my entire body. This naturally delighted Master to no end as he knew it would only take a single touch to bring me to my knees.
My breasts themselves also seemed to be more sensitive, almost tender to the touch. At first I didn't think anything of it, thinking maybe it was just all of the extra treatment they were receiving, but after time I noticed that they seemed bigger and heavier.
As the days turned into weeks, I found myself settling into the routine Master had established. The constant stream of porn on the TV began to subtly shift to more scenes of domination and submission. I suspect Master was changing it based on my preferences.
My computer was my escape, a portal to a world where I could lose myself in games and forget, if only for a little while, about the reality of my situation. But Master was true to his word—he provided everything I needed. When I asked for new games, he supplied them without hesitation. When I requested a more comfortable chair for long gaming sessions, it appeared the next day.
One day, Master was sitting on the bed with me and I looked at my bare bed. "Master, can I have a sheet and a blanket. I think I would be more comfortable at night, if I had them," I said with a smile.
Master looked at me with a hint of amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "A sheet and a blanket, Toy? You want to be comfortable?" He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch light and teasing. I nodded, feeling a mix of shyness and determination. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate. "Very well, my dear. I'll have them brought in. But remember, your comfort is always my concern." His fingers trailed down my neck, sending a shiver through me.
That night I went to sleep. When I awoke I was laying on top of a very comfortable sheet and covered up by a fuzzy blanket. I stretched, feeling the gentle fabric brush against my skin, and a small smile crept onto my face. It was a small comfort, but it was something. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the blanket envelop me, and drifted off into a light sleep, the hum of the TV in the background lulling me into a sense of temporary peace.
Eventually, the need to relieve myself grew urgent, and I tossed the covers aside, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. That's when I saw it—a sleek, black chastity belt encircling my waist. My heart raced as I reached down to touch it, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. I pulled at it gently, testing its give, but it didn't budge. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the implications.
"What the hell!" I said to myself aloud, my voice laced with a mix of shock and disbelief. My fingers trembled as I reached down to touch the sleek, black chastity belt encircling my waist. The cool metal felt foreign against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket that had just been wrapped around me. I pulled at it gently, testing its give, but it didn't budge. A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of the situation sank in. "What is this?" I muttered, my mind racing with questions. How did it get here? When did he put it on me?
Master's voice was calm and amused as he stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "I see you got my gift?" he mused, his tone dripping with satisfaction. I could feel his gaze lingering on the chastity belt, and my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He walked closer, his movements deliberate, and ran a finger over the metal, the touch sending a shiver down my spine.
"What is this for!" I demanded pointing to the belt.
Master's smile widened as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "You are my toy remember." he said simply, his voice low and smooth. He reached out, tracing the edge of the belt with his finger, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "You belong to me, and I don't like others playing with my playthings. Even you. I was okay with you playing with yourself as long as the cameras are watching, but I can't see what happens under the covers."
"I... I don't want the bed sheets any more, take them back," I pleaded, my voice trembling as I met his gaze. The warmth of the blanket now felt suffocating, and the softness that had once brought me comfort now seemed like a cruel mockery. Master's smile widened, his amusement evident as he stepped closer, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the sterile room. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the chastity belt, and I flinched, a mix of fear and frustration coursing through me. "I'm sorry. The deal is already done," he says, his tone playful yet laced with an undercurrent of authority.
Master's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his authority. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the chastity belt, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "This will give me another way to control you," he said, his voice low and smooth, each word dripping with satisfaction. His gaze lingered on the belt, a new symbol of his dominance, and I could see the pleasure it brought him reflected in his eyes. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against my ear, and whispered, "You are mine, completely and utterly mine."
"How am I supposed to pee with this thing on?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tugged at the belt again, desperation creeping into my tone. Master's smile never wavered; instead, he seemed to savor my distress. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the metal, and I flinched, a mix of fear and frustration coursing through me.
"Don't worry. There are holes in the bottom for you to do your business," he said. My heart sank as touched the small openings in the shield guarding my vagina. Too small for me to even get a pinky in.
With a deep breath, I tried to compose myself as Master stepped back, giving me some space. I took a moment to gather my courage before lifting my chin and looking him in the eye. "May I please use the bathroom now?" I asked.
"Certainly," he says. I get up to go to the bathroom but he makes no move to leave. Instead, he sits on the bed so that I and the toilet are just within eyeshot. The tension in my body grows as I approach the bathroom, my heart racing in my chest. I can feel his gaze on me, even as I close the door behind me.
The coolness of the tiled floor feels refreshing against my bare feet as I step into the bathroom. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I sit down on the toilet seat.
The chastity belt digs into my skin, reminding me of my new reality. But I am able to use the bathroom and the bidet to clean up.
I stand up and look in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. My eyes are red and puffy from crying, and my lips are trembling. I try to compose myself, but the tears keep falling. I can't believe this is my life now.
I feel Master's presence behind me, his warmth enveloping me. He places his hands gently on my shoulders, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.
I turn around to face him, wiping away the last of my tears. "I don't know," I whisper, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and longing. "I just feel so vulnerable and exposed."
Master steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's exactly how you should feel," he says, his voice rough with desire. "You are mine now, body and soul. And I will do whatever it takes to remind you of that fact."
I can feel myself growing wet between my legs. I look up at him, my heart racing in my chest. I know I should resist, but I can't help the way my body responds to him.
"Master," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "I need you."
He smiles, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You have no idea how much I've been waiting to hear those words from you," he says, his voice low and smooth. He steps closer, his body pressing against mine, and I can feel the heat of his skin against mine.
His hand moves up my thigh, tracing the outline of the belt.
"Please take off the belt and fuck your toy. Please Master." I beg.
"You really want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. I nod, unable to speak.
"Later," he says, as he withdraws his hand, and walks towards the door. "For now I want you to simmer for me."
As soon as the door closed behind him, I lunged at the belt, my fingers fumbling with the intricate locks. The metal was cold and unyielding, and no matter how I twisted and pulled, it wouldn't budge. Panic set in as I realized the futility of my efforts, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The belt seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of his control. I collapsed against the wall, the weight of my helplessness crushing me. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, "I hate you," but deep down, I knew it was a lie.
Later that afternoon, Master comes to get me. The sound of the door opening made my heart skip a beat, and I turned to face him, my pulse quickening as he stepped inside. His presence filled the room, and I could sense the weight of his gaze upon me. "It's time," he said simply, his voice low and commanding. I nodded, my throat dry, and rose from the bed, the chastity belt a constant reminder of my situation. As I followed him, the soft rustle of my movements seemed amplified in the silence.
"Now that we've closed one door," he says with a pat of the chastity belt, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now we should work on your oral skills." His words send a shiver down my spine as he leads me to a different room, one I hadn't seen before. The space is dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, creating an atmosphere that's both calming and intimidating. He gestures to a plush, oversized chair in the center of the room, and I know instinctively what's expected of me.
"I've... I've given you head before," I stammer, my voice barely audible as I stand before him, the plush chair looming behind me like a throne. His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he steps closer, the air thick with tension. "Oh?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, as he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Yes. But only as a precursor to sex. I want you to worship my cock with your mouth. To put all of your effort into pleasing me." His fingers trail down my throat.
"I... I just don't like when you finish in my mouth. I'll give you a great blowjob, but can you please just take this off?" I beg as I point to the belt.
"No. Tonight is about me, toy. I want you to go slow, savor the experience, focus on pleasing me." he demands.
He settles into the chair with an air of authority, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He gestured for me to approach, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the armrest. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his features, and for a moment, he looked almost otherworldly. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stepped closer, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I could sense his anticipation, a palpable force in the room.
"Kneel," he commands, his voice firm yet low, resonating through the dimly lit room. I lower myself to the plush carpet, my knees sinking into the softness. I can sense his anticipation growing with each passing moment. The chastity belt feels heavier now, a constant reminder of my submission. I glance up at him, his silhouette illuminated by the faint light, making him appear even more imposing. He leans back in the chair, steepling his fingers together as he waits. The silence is thick, filled with unspoken expectations.
I look down at his crotch, my heart racing as I see the outline of his arousal through his pants. Slowly, I reach out and undo the button of his pants, my fingers trembling slightly. He watches me intently, his eyes boring into my soul. I slide the zipper down and gently tug at his pants, revealing his hardened shaft.
It stands tall and proud, throbbing with anticipation.
I lean forward and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. I begin to lick and suck gently, feeling the velvety skin of his shaft against my tongue. His hips jerk forward slightly, and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. I continue to worship his cock, using my hands to stroke and massage his balls, teasing them gently.
His moans grow louder, and I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth.
Suddenly, I feel a jolt of electricity in the shock collar. I gasp, pulling away from his cock. The master chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks. I shake my head, my heart racing from the shock. "No, please," I whisper, looking up at him with fear and anticipation.
"I said go slow. Let's try again," he says. I nod. Taking him in my mouth again, I start to suckle gently, feeling the velvet skin of his shaft against my tongue. He leans back in the chair, steepling his fingers together as he watches me. I can sense his anticipation growing with each passing moment. I start to move my head, bobbing up and down slowly, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. His hips jerk forward slightly, and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. I continue to worship his cock, using my hands to stroke and massage his balls, teasing them gently.
"Mmmm. Yes. That is better," he moans. "I want you to be able to read me and know when I'm getting close. I will let you know when I want you to make me cum," he says.
"Mmm hmm," I mumble with his dick still in my mouth. Secretly though, I have other plans. I decide now might be a good time to rebel. This is really the only time I have him where I want him and I'm still a bit bitter about the belt. I increase the intensity of my sucking, taking more of his shaft into my mouth. His hips begin to move in rhythm with my head, and I can feel his arousal growing.
"Ahh...," he groans, his fingers gripping the armrests of the chair.
I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, and I know he's getting close. I continue to suck and stroke him, determined to make him cum as quickly as possible. Suddenly, I feel another jolt of electricity in the shock collar. I gasp, pulling away from his cock.
But for him, it's too late. He cock erupts in a steady stream of cum that shoots out all over his pants. I smile a satisfied smile as I lean back on my heels. I can feel the heat between my legs, and I instinctively reach down to crotch only to be met with obstruction of the belt.
I look over at Master, his cock still twitching from the orgasm. He begins to collect himself and stuffs his member back in his pants as he stands up and towers over me.
"Bad girl," he says. "You really want to be punished, don't you?"
He grabs my wrist and leads me back to my bedroom. The walk feels like an eternity as I try to read his thoughts. I don't know what kind of punishment he has in store for me, but I'm terrified and excited at the same time.
When we reach the bedroom, he pushes me gently onto the bed. I'm lying on my back now, staring up at him as he towers over me. His eyes are filled with lust and power, and it sends shivers down my spine.
"Please, sir," I whisper, my voice trembling with fear and desire.
"Please, sir. What?" he demands. I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to answer him. "I... I want to know what you have planned for me," I manage to say.
He smirks, "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," he says cryptically.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds, the real deviousness of the chastity belt is realized. The belt begins to vibrate just above my clit.
I gasp as the unexpected sensation washes over me. My body tenses up as the vibrations increase in intensity, becoming more and more unbearable.
"Mmmm," he hums, watching my reaction with a predatory grin. "You like that, don't you?"
I nod with a yes, my body trembling under the vibrations of the chastity belt.
He smirks, seeming to sense my struggle. "You say that now," he whispers, leaning down to run his fingers through my hair. His touch sends jolts of electricity through my body, mixing with the vibrations of the belt. I gasp, my head falling back against the pillow.
He chuckles darkly, his hand trailing down my neck to my chest.
I gasp as he teases my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. The sudden stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making me arch my back in response. My breathing becomes shallow, and my heart races as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
As I'm about to crest over the edge, the vibrations stop. I let out a frustrated moan, feeling cheated. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You remember the biometric features of the collar. Guess what, the belt is attached as well. Every time you get close, it will cut off."
"You're in for a very long night, Toy," he says with a chuckle.
Right as I start to protest, the heavy vibrations start again, leaving me speechless.
"Sweet dreams," he says as he exits the room.
His last words echo in my head as he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the relentless chastity belt. The vibrations continue to torment me, making it impossible to ignore the growing desire between my legs.
I try to distract myself by focusing on something else, but the belt is too much of a constant reminder. Every time I think I've found a way to ignore it, the vibrations start up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
As the night wears on, I begin to feel like I'm losing my mind. The chastity belt has become an extension of me, controlling my every thought and movement.
Every time I try to focus on something else, the vibrations start up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I try to distract myself by counting, but even that becomes impossible as the belt seems to know exactly when I'm getting close to climax.
I'm starting to feel desperate, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire. I can't take much more of this. I'm about to give in, to let the belt take control of me completely, when suddenly it stops. The vibrations cease, leaving me in an uncomfortable silence.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I sink into the bed, both exhausted and unsatisfied.