The sound of the heavy steel door slowly grinding open wakes me up instantly. My heart leaps to my throat and I scamper towards the furthest corner of the tiny cell room, bringing my legs up to my chest and pressing myself against the cold concrete walls. I’ve been living in a world of pain for as long as I can remember. Which only stretches about several days back. My mind comes up completely blank whenever I try to remember anything before then. I only know that I’m in a cell and the man comes into the room each day to chain and torture my body with whips and canes. The harsh fluorescent light is always on. I get woken up several times at night by a loud alarm bell that forces me fully awake so I never get more than a couple hours of sleep at once. Sleep deprived, starving and aching all over, I don’t expect today to be any different as I fix my eyes on the opening door with my entire body shaking.
A different man walks in. He’s dressed in a suit. I bring my eyes down to the briefcase on his hand. He strolls towards me with an unreadable expression on his face and he slowly crouches down to set the briefcase on the floor between us. Reaching inside, he pulls out a bundle of black fabric.
“I brought you some clothes,” he says with a warm smile. His voice is deep and gravelly. My eyes go to his hands then back up to his face as I try to work out how this will inflict pain on me.
Instead, he simply reaches out his hand to grab mine and raises me up to my feet. The fabric of the dress slides over my shivering body as he gently guides it over my head. He wraps his arms around me. His hand slides up my back to zip up the dress and I feel it become snug around my upper body. I start to warm up. The skirt flows around my knees, brushing against my skin. His arms squeeze around me in a tight hug and I melt into his arms as he begins stroking my hair.
He places his hand on my back of my neck and gently pushes me down to my knees. He takes both of my hands to bring them forward until I’m on all fours.
“Don’t move,” he commands. I hear him reaching into the suitcase again and I turn my head to look. He brings out several objects I don’t recognise. I see him open something and he squeezes out a clear liquid into his fingers. He flips up my dress. I jump when he touches between my legs, feeling goosebumps. His fingers have become really cold and slippery but it all warms up as he continues slowly running his fingers back and forth until I feel tingles spreading inside me. My face and chest are becoming really warm. I can feel heat building up inside my body. I start breathing faster and my hair pools on the floor as I lower my head and close my eyes.
Something firm pushes up between my legs and I gasp out loud as it goes inside me. I feel an intense stretching sensation. I let out a low groan through gritted teeth as it continues to push deeper. It finally stops, just as I feel like I can’t take any more, and I’m left with a very strange feeling of fullness. He keeps it in place with his hand and I turn my head to see him bring a leather belt over my waist, deftly maneuvering the buckle with his fingers to pull it tight around me. A loose strap is hanging down from my stomach. He brings it up between my legs, securing it behind my back and cinching it up tightly.
“This is called a chastity belt,” he explains as I hear several clicks from the buckles. “It makes sure the toy will stay inside you until you have permission to take it out. Pull your dress down and stand up.”
Waves of tingles spread through me as I get up and immediately feel how secure the belt really is. The toy is tightly held in place no matter how much I try to squeeze it out. I can bend and twist my body however I like and it will only tug slightly on the toy to make me feel even more tingles.
“Hold your hands out,” he says to me. He’s brought out leather cuffs from the briefcase. They get fastened tightly around my wrists and it feels really snug but the soft lining on the inside of the leather makes it comfortable. I’m amazed at how much better this feels compared to the cruel metal handcuffs I had before. He links the cuffs together in front of me. It’s by far the most comfortable bondage I’ve ever been in.
“Does it hurt?” he asks. I shake my head in response. He beams and gives me a pat on my head.
“Good girl.”
I smile. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He wraps his arm around my waist and lead me outside into the corridor. Every step I take sends a slight tug on the toy inside me, adding to the heat that’s building up between my legs. He takes me up the flight of stairs. We emerge into the ground floor and I feel the morning breeze wash over my face as sunlight surrounds me. My eyes brim with tears. I’ve left my world of pain.
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Female chastity belts don’t get enough love these days