I hadn’t expected my boyfriend to be serious – not with such a ridiculous request.
A couple of weeks ago, I’d gone to a party, gotten a little intoxicated, and hooked up with one of Max’s friends. Although the incident meant nothing, I still felt guilty enough to confess to my boyfriend, Max. I thought this would mean the end of our relationship, but he’d been more forgiving than I thought.
He told me he was willing to forget the entire ordeal and stay with me…as long as I wore a chastity belt. At that moment, I had been so grateful he was even willing to give me a chance that I didn’t consider the repercussions of agreeing with him.
I figured he’d just been exaggerating, there was no way he was really going to make me wear a chastity belt.
Or so I thought.
Just two weeks after my confession, Max called me into our bedrooms to show me something. He was smiling ear-to-ear with the biggest grin I’d ever seen on his face, and there was a large cardboard box sitting on the bed.
“It came today, babe,” he told me, and I watched him cut through the taped box with a pair of scissors.
“What came today? I didn’t know you ordered something,” I said.
Max stared at me like I was the confused one. “Yes, you did. Don’t you remember us talking about the chastity belt? I got your measurements and ordered a custom model online after our discussion.”
My stomach dropped. I couldn’t believe it – he was serious about the chastity belt?
That feeling of dread only intensified as Max tore open the box, and lifted up several pieces of metal. It really was a chastity belt, I thought.
The contraption looked a little different than I thought it would. There was a large circular piece and a smaller half-circle that connected together. The belt didn’t look much like a belt – it looked like a heavy, bastardized version of metal panties.
“Max, you can’t be serious about this,” I pleaded, unable to take my eyes off the contraption, “You really want to make me wear that? I don’t need a chastity belt, I’ll never cheat on you again.”
My pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. “You say that, but I can’t trust you anymore,” Max replied, “I won’t force you into this belt, but if you don’t wear it, then we’ve got to break up. This is my insurance policy that you won’t hurt me again like you did that night. Besides, it’s not forever. Think of this like a trust-building exercise. By wearing this, you’re rebuilding the trust we lost that night.”
There was nothing in the world I wanted to do less than wear the belt, but I also couldn’t imagine my life without Max. We’d been dating for two years and I loved him more than I’d ever loved anybody. Maybe wearing the belt would show him how far I was willing to go for our love.
Besides, there’s no way he’s going to make me wear this thing for long, I thought. Max’s sex drive had always been high. If I was smart, I’d be out of this thing by the end of the night.
“Okay, Max,” I told him, “If this is what it takes for you to trust me, I’ll do it.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” He grinned, “Come here, and let’s get this thing on you.”
My legs felt like jello, but I slowly approached the bed until I was standing in front of Max. He instructed me to take off my pants and my underwear, and as I did so, I reminded myself that this was only for a few hours.
Max helped me put my legs through the leg holes and adjusted the belt until it sat tight around my waist and snug against my pussy. Despite being made of metal, the belt was more comfortable than it looked. The inside was padded, so the metal didn’t cut into my skin, and while it was tight for me to remember its presence, it didn’t feel like it was cutting off my circulation.
There was a tiny slot for me to urinate, and a back shield that slid up so that I could use the bathroom. Weirdly enough, it made me feel more unsettled that I wouldn’t have to take the belt off to use the bathroom.
“This feels…okay,” I said as Max continued to adjust the belt until it was the perfect fit.
“Good, I want you to be comfortable,” he replied, “You’re going to be wearing it for a while.”
Once again, I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t going to be that long – Max would crack within a couple of hours, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about the belt again.
“Try touching yourself, I bet you can’t,” Max said.
I did as he asked, and he was right – I was unable to touch my own pussy through the belt. The belt was tight enough that I couldn’t slip a single finger through, and the metal was too thick for me to feel any pressure on my clit.
“Wait, so I can’t even masturbate?” I asked. I knew the belt was to make sure I didn’t cheat on Max, but I never considered that it would take away my own ability to get off.
Max didn’t look surprised, but instead, a coy smile spread across his face. “That’s one of my favorite parts. Nobody will be able to touch you, not even yourself. Think of how desperate you’re going to be in a week or a month just to get off.”
My stomach sank and I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. A month in these metal panties?
“What do you mean, a month?” I asked, but my voice came out quiet and small, “You wouldn’t really keep me in here for a month, right? I mean, what about you? This thing keeps me locked away, even from you.”
“I know,” Max shrugged, “But there are plenty of ways for me to get off, I’m not worried about that. Besides, the thought of you being locked away…that’s way too hot. I’ve been into this idea for so long, but I knew you’d never agree to it. That’s why I asked my friend to hook up with you at the party.”
I took a step back from Max, my brain reeling. I couldn’t believe it had all been a setup, just a way for him to introduce me to his sick fantasy.
“You set me up?” I shouted.
“Not really a setup, more like a test,” Max said, calm as ever, “I asked my friend to proposition you for a hookup, but you agreed to it. Had you said no, I never would’ve locked you away. You still proved you were untrustworthy, and bad girls don’t get to keep their pussies free.”
Suddenly, the belt felt too suffocating, and I tried to pull it away from my body but it wouldn’t budge. “Get used to that feeling,” Max said, “You’re going to be in that belt for a long time.”
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