Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. Preparing herself for this humiliation. This punishment.
Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Don’t judge, I didn’t make much at the time and she was a student. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock.
I don’t remember what she had done. It’s not important. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments. It wasn’t a painful punishment. Mental and teasing. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS.