[Part 2] After I (25f) cheated on my boyfriend (28F), he kept me in a chastity belt an entire summer [MF]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lgga9c/mf_after_i_25f_cheated_on_my_boyfriend_28f_he/)

As he stopped the car in front of our place, he said I was a slut, and was going to walk the rest of the way like a slut.

Ordered me out of my dress and even had me removed my sandals. Said I would walk the rest of the way totally naked. Totally naked, except for the belt.

Now, we lived in a large building and had an apartment on the first floor, and he had parked right next to the entrance, maybe ten steps away,, but I will say those ten steps seemed absolutely gigantic to make. They were the hardest – and also the most arousing, I have to say – I had ten steps ever walked.

I was butt naked, with a belt around my waist and my pussy covered, walking barefoot where anyone could have seen me.

Thankfully, there was no one around. Place was always super quiet really, but my heart was pounding as I rushed inside, breasts fully exposed. I was sure some door was going to open suddenly and someone would see me like… *that*. Worse than naked, really.

Dominated. Owned. Docilized.

That’s how I fold with that thing around my privates.

Finally, the door closed behind me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Here you go,” he said, handing me the key, and at least, I was free. *Finally*.

I unlocked myself, at last. The longest day of my life, but… But also a day that made me horny like a slut. I looked a bit my skin and found irritated part, from the rubbing of walking. I had some red spots on me, but nothing too serious. It was nowhere near as bad as I thought.

And indeed, my cunt was so loose and wet I… I don’t know how to say it, but I used to struggle to put two fingers in, and now I felt I could easily put three, even four in now.

“Okay, now put it back on,” he ordered. And I was confused. He pointed at the belt on the counter near me, ordering me to put it back on. He said, “I figured something out today: I much prefer you when you are crazy horny. That walk naked was…” And yes, indeed, he was hard. “Put it back on,” he said.

“You said… you’d forgive me?”

“Not after a day,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s gonna take longer to rebuild trust, Sara.” He coughed. “Our trust was broken, and it will take time to fix. More than a day.”

“Then how long?”

He inhaled deeply and pondered the idea for a bit. “Two weeks,” he finally said. “Wear it for two weeks straight – with no break – and I’ll forgive you for cheating on me.”

I gulped. I had barely managed to spend one night and one day in this… thing, and now he wanted two weeks? Ah, no way I could do it.

“Go clean yourself up, but I have to watch so you don’t rub one out. I want you horny as hell in bed tonight. Then put it back on. Or don’t, if you prefer; just use your safeword. But if you do, well, I’ll just leave. Otherwise… Well, I want my three keys back.”

“But…”

He followed me to the shower. It felt good putting some soap there. I dried myself well, and already my skin was feeling better.

I did rub my clit a bit in the shower, and it felt amazing. He immediately ordered me to stop, slapping my hand away.

He handed me the belt, and I hesitated. I badly, badly wanted him back, I loved this man with everything I had, but… Well, the day, the night had been hard.

“If I can’t sleep, will you remove it?”

“Two weeks. Nonstop. If you have me remove it, it resets the counter to zero. Oh and if you cheat and I find out, it’s over. No second chance. Then you can go fuck that other dude who used you like a cum dumpster all you want.”

Oh damn… The shower had cooled me down a bit, but when he said those words, there was nothing I wouldn’t have done.

“Okay,” I said. I did NOT want this thing back on me, but he was relenting. It was that or nothing. At the very least I would have the keys now, or at least access to them if needed, if he was here with me.

And as soon as the device locked around me, my arousal reached another peak and although I had just cleaned myself, I started getting soaked wet again.

“I might let you out later tonight,” he said. “If you’re a good girl. I really miss using your pussy. But until then, just so you won’t be tempted, I am going to hide the keys in the car,” he said.

He ordered me to stay naked and when he came back, he ordered me on my knees. “I missed your pussy, but you must have missed my dick too, no? Or was his dick really that better?”

He had me unzip his pants and suck him on my knees, but made every effort not to come. He wanted to enjoy it, and resisted a long time until he couldn’t hold it, and finally filled my mouth with his cum. I promptly swallowed.

“Good slut,” he said. “Good, good slut.”

Giving oral sex is my #1 turn on, or maybe #2 after this belt thing, and sucking him had brought me to a level of arousal that was so high I genuinely thought I wasn’t going to make it. My heart, my pussy were on fire, badly requiring release, and needing a powerful orgasm.

We went to watch a movie – almost as if we had resumed life together – and I begged and begged him to let me out. I begged him to to go to the bedroom, to have sex, to be together. To let me ride him, to place his hard cock in me and let me fuck his brains out. “Please, please,” I begged. “I’m so fucking wet, look.” and I opened my legs to show him the juices dripping under the belt. “Please, please unlock me, please, I’m so fucking horny, please,” and I kicked him and caressed him, but it only served to make me hornier.

Then I got even more desperate. Promised to do everything he liked, to please, please, please unlock me.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he said, with a grin

I got on my knees to beg him, telling him I’d do anything, and he quickly got hard again. I went to suck him, hoping it would force him to use my pussy as he had wanted.

“I’ll do anything you want,” I said. “Please let me out, please unlock me…”

“Anything?” he said. “Because you’ve been good today, and I feel you deserve a reward. But first I want you to do something.”

“What?”

“Go get the keys to your belt, of course” he said, smirking. He didn’t need to mention it, I got it right away: he wanted me to go grab them naked. In his car.

Now, it was already dark outside, but there was still a big light that only turned on when it was totally dark, and it illuminated the parking perfectly. Few people around at this time (week day), but still a few, walking on the sidewalk our parking leads to, as we lived downtown.

I was afraid of getting caught, of course, but I was so horny and turned on, I dared not to argue. I was afraid he would change his mind. I grabbed his car keys, then placed my ear to the door to hear if someone was in the corridor. I got out very quietly and quickly, thank god the place was empty.

I walked to his car and…

… the fucker had actually moved the car. Instead of it being right next to the entry door, he had parked it right in front of the sidewalk, just next to the light – MUCH further from the front door!

I trembled a bit in trepidation, but there was no way I was backing down. No way, no way I was walking back without the keys and, with them, my release. And I waited for a couple of people to pass, then quickly went rushed inside the car. In it, I was a bit hidden, and I tried to be quiet.

Of course, he had hidden the keys too. I searched and searched and searched so long, I was dead scared the police was about to come. People passed all the time and I sometimes did not hear them. Some must have grabbed a view of my breasts as I searched the console.

Finally, I had searched everywhere inside without success, and figured he must have been joking – having me search around for nothing. But then I thought he might have hidden it on the outside of the car. Indeed, I quickly found he had placed the keys inside the exhaust pipe. What an idea!

I bent over the pick them up and when I stood up…

… I turned my head, and there was a guy there, immobile and seemingly frozen, just a few feet from me.

The parking light gave him a perfect view of… everything.

The guy had just been walking on the sidewalk, too silently for me to hear, or perhaps I had stopped paying attention as desperate and horny as I was.

He had stopped right in front of me as I was bending over to search the exhaust pie, my naked ass in the air, and had seen everything. He was now looking at me – at my body, at my breasts, at everything – in absolute amazement. Stunned. He noticed my belt as I turned in shock, facing him, and grinned. I mumbled a quick “sorry” and sprinted back inside as fast as I could.

When the door closed behind me, I finally broke down in tears.

“Somebody caught you?” my boyfriend smiled. I nodded. “He must have enjoyed it,” boyfriend said.

I went to ourroom, in tears, thinking about how badly this could have ended. I live in a very safe city, but still… Only now did the full impact of what I had done hit me, and it hit me hard. We lived in a big city and there were plenty of strange people; at the very least, someone could have called the police, and what would have happened then?

I was scared, bust mostly humiliated. Defeated. I couldn’t believe I had done. What a stupid slut I had turned into. I could have gotten caught – in fact, I *had* been caught!

And with it, my arousal was gone. I thought about using the safe word – end this once and for all – but all of a sudden, I found myself badly tired. I hadn’t slept much last night, and this release of emotions… exhausted me.

Didn’t even bother putting on nightwear. Didn’t even bother about the boyfriend. Put the cover around me, to recomfort me, and felt asleep right away. On my back, the belt didn’t feel as bad, and I was too tired to ask my boyfriend to end it. I just wanted to close my eyes, and I did.

It was dumb, because I had the keys now, and didn’t even bother removing that belt. Looking back at it… I can’t believe I didn’t. I had thrown them at my boyfriend first thing after getting back inside, as the first tears started rolled down.

I woke up the next day, and I was alone once more. Boyfriend had left, keys with him, and I still had that thing around me. And near my dining table, only one note:

“12 days left.”

All of a sudden, the sadness and sorrow, the humiliation and shame I felt, getting caught not only naked outside, but locked inside a belt, fully dominated, were gone, and all that was left was how crazy horny I was.

The day before, I had been crazy horny while watching a movie with him, feeling his muscles, his warmth, his breath at every move, but that day, finding that note and realizing I was locked and couldn’t get release, sent me to a new high. I was so horny I literally would have done anything to get out of that belt, I would have done a lap around the block naked in that belt if he had asked it.

I felt dumb not at least fucking him while I had the chance. By acting like a brat, I had done all of this for nothing, and now I was hornier than ever.

Boyfriend had gone to work, of course, and I wondered if I would last until he came back.

Then, I started thinking about what he would have me do to get those damn keys back – there was no way I was lasting 12 days as crazy horny as I was, and probably not even 12 hours.

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