I met my master in an online service. He managed to captivate and mesmerize me, so I quickly became his slave girl. I would do anything for him and obey any of his commands, except for one – you understand, very much masturbation. Before I met my master, I had to take care of myself several times a day. But with Master, he doesn’t allow me to touch my vagina. I really wanted to comply. Master agrees that I can play with it once a week, but that’s not enough for me. When my master worked during the day and I was home alone, I got a taste, thinking he wouldn’t notice. I really underestimated my master.
One summer weekend, my master took me to a leather party. I had never been out with him before, and it was very satisfying to see the envious looks the other girls gave when they learned that I was privately owned by my master. My master introduced me to a friend of his, a guy who specialized in making some custom erotic items for people. He took some strange measurements of my body. It looked like my master was going to make me a well-fitting bondage belt. I’m so ignorant ……
Near the end of the weekend, we attended a hellish party together. The set was set up to look like you were in a medieval dungeon, with torture racks, hangman’s handles, crosses, and lots of chains all over the place. It was like I was in heaven. My master had split my body wide apart and bound me tightly between two pillars with thick chains and leather restraints. Then I heard the sounds of cara, cara and felt my hands and feet being gradually pulled apart. By now, I was being pulled very tight. My pussy was straining and I pleaded with my master to let me relax. Master pulled out a a TV and a VCR, placed them in front of me and put in the tape. I nearly fainted when the images came out, the most conclusive evidence that my masturbation had been captured on film by my master.
Well, my slave girl, I know what you did, I’ve known for months. I have put a lot of security footage in the house, you have disappointed me greatly and now you are going to be punished. My heart sank as I felt his words like needles in my heart. A crowd gathered to watch me being punished.
First, I was whipped. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, he whipped my naked body in quick strokes. I don’t think he forgot to whip anywhere and I felt like I was really on fire.
The master’s friend suddenly appeared, bringing what looked like a metal chastity triangle. It was a chastity belt. My feet were untied and I was allowed to slip into the waistband of the chastity belt, which was a very tight feeling. The front shield, locking the metal plates around my vagina, and finally everything was locked to the belt, and the metal chain was threaded up between my legs to the sides of the belt, like a jockstrap triangle leaving my ass exposed.
At first, I was curious about this new plaything.
Beauty, you will never be able to touch your vagina again. In fact, you will never experience any direct touch, even from my hand. I must admit at that moment those words just turned me on even more. I couldn’t believe at all that he was being very serious …… My bare feet were squeezed into a pair of size 35 iron heels, the sharp teeth of the soles stabbing into my soles and toes, clicking through, and you’ll be wearing them forever, and my feet were detained, and the pain swam throughout my body.
My feet were once again bound and my body was spread out in large letters. The next torture unfolded before me. It was an incredibly large dildo mounted on a water pressure device. I had never seen such a large dick. He placed the device under my body and pressed the button and the dildo slowly rose. I desperately clenched my asshole, but finally, it went in. The unbearable pain caused me to scream out loud, but it kept going. When it stopped, only the root of the dildo was exposed. It was like I was nailed to a spike, and even though I wasn’t tied down, I couldn’t escape. He pressed another button, so the dildo began to vibrate, and the waves of vibration traveled all over my body, massaging my G-spot. At first, I was enjoying it all …… very much Okay, beautiful, now you enjoy it. But in a couple of hours this won’t feel so good. You’re going to need an orgasm so badly. However your body can’t give you what you want. Enjoy yourself, it’s 10:00 p.m. and the party ends at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. You will be left hanging wherever you are to bring joy to everyone who visits. My master stuffed a red rubber ball in my mouth, fastened the straps and left. By midnight, I was getting a little too much to handle and wanted very much to be released from my bonds, but the dildo continued to vibrate relentlessly. By about one o’clock my anus had been injured and was forced open, dripping a constant stream of discharge. At two o’clock I began to howl, and from my gagged mouth issued supplications, beseeching each and every one, begging them to put me down; no one paid any attention to me, but admired the fiasco with a pleasant and entranced expression, pointing to the iron cage at my crotch. The dildo was still vibrating. At three o’clock the master appeared with a smile and I looked at him with pleading eyes. How’s it going, beautiful? You still have five hours to get through. When my master finally released me, I got on my knees and begged him to forgive me, hoping to remove the chastity belt and have an orgasm. But of course my master wouldn’t agree, my punishment had just begun ……
As I helped my master pack for home, he didn’t say a word. I didn’t dare make a sound either, but I kept wondering when he would undo the chastity belt so I could get through the airport security gate. When we arrived at the airport, I had my answer.
Here’s your ticket, beautiful. See you at home. We’re not going together. The host plans for the two of them to use different routes home. He’s going straight home and I’ll be changing planes once, which means I’ll be going through security twice. My first thought was not to go anywhere. Of course it was just a thought, I had no money, no extra clothes, just what I had on me. I ran to the washroom, unlocked the door and tried to get the chastity belt open, but the truth was that I couldn’t even get my fingers into the gap between the belt and my skin, and I pounded on the chastity belt, my eyes full of tears, wishing that I could use my hands to break the iron cage. With high heels very firmly confining my feet and causing pain, and a heavy 15KG shackle locked around my ankle, I finally had to muster up the courage to go through security. Of course, the metal detector went off.
Put your hands up, young lady, the detector went off across my span as the young officer ran it over my body.
What’s this? I don’t know what to say, well, I’m wearing a metal band and I can’t remove it my face is red and beads of sweat are left on my forehead.
Please come this way Miss, we will examine you further. I was taken to the examination room and asked to remove my skirt. Needless to say, the guard ate it up and laughed, looked at the chastity belt, heels and ankle bracelets and then let me go. Maybe he had seen this stuff before. I began my flight.
When the plane took off, I sat in the back, and always had a bit of a break, expecting the next check to be as easy. But this time Ku wasn’t so lucky. Once again I was taken to the examination room and the officer examined me very carefully.
What the hell is he looking for? Do I want a bomb? He’s paying special attention to the two locks on the front and back.
Why can’t you open it? Where’s your luggage? Why do you have it with you? Who has the key? Why isn’t he going with you? Why are your shoes locked why are you in shackles too many questions I don’t want to answer. In the end I couldn’t help but blurt out: it’s a chastity belt, he locks me up to prevent me from masturbating. Is it okay that I volunteered for this? The officer replied: It’s against custom, you can go. Thank God I can go. I will never fly on an airplane again. When I arrived home my master was waiting for me at the door with an exaggerated smile on his face.
Enjoying your trip, beautiful? I’ve always wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t been on an airplane.
It’s good to be home. Master and I went back to our original way of life except I was now wearing a chastity belt. My master added a backstop to the chastity belt to lock the dildo or anal plug in place. Every day I had ten minutes to do body cleansing and even if I didn’t, the backstop would lock and I would have to wait until tomorrow. The shackles and heels would never open, my feet had long since gone numb.
Another time the backstop is removed is when my master has to do something to my anus. These include his cock, dildo, and even sometimes his fist. At this point, my vagina has to be brought obediently to its cell. My master massaged my breasts to frustrate me. Many times I was going crazy, begging for an orgasm, even though I knew it was impossible to achieve.
He sometimes used a dildo, but with an updated power system. The dildo could vibrate up and down at different speeds, it was truly a fucking machine. When I was first fucked by this machine, my master kept me on it for eight hours. This type of torture was often carried out when my master had guests over, and he used me as a piece of work to be used for the pleasure of his guests. I call these tortures because with my locked vagina, it would actually be a pleasure if I could have something to place in it. Now this only brings me painful memories in fact I haven’t had an orgasm in a year.
On the anniversary of the day I wore my chastity belt, my master said he had a surprise for me. I was taken to hell and then strapped limb from limb on a torture table. Cranks were attached to my arms to hoist me up. Master removed the key and unlocked the chastity belt. I couldn’t believe it, it was the first time in a year that my cunt had been set free. I gazed at it, admiring it as if I were looking at something that belonged to someone else. It hardened rapidly and I was busy thanking my master for the gift.
Beauty, you have done well throughout the year, so you have one orgasm tonight. Instead of touching my pussy, he took out a vacuum vibrating suction canister and he mounted that on my clit. He was going to use this plaything.
What I said a year ago, you will never have the sensation of being directly touched or fucked. Your own, or someone else’s. You have ten minutes to orgasm, if not, you’ll have to wait until next year. My heart sank, and I wished it was under the caress of a pair of hands that I had orgasmed. But I immediately figured out that my libido had been suppressed for a whole year, and this would be a good solution. The master flipped the switch. The pleasure was marvelous. I realized that any stimulation of the clitoris was wonderful. The vibrations of pleasure traveled throughout my body and I felt close. I began to moan and then the orgasm came …… Time to go. Master turned off the vibrator and removed it. Lust was still dripping and my clit had hardened. I screamed in frustration and sent my ass trying to move forward, cursing my master for doing this to me, begging him for even one more minute, or a few more seconds, any sexual pleasure at all. Master just gave me a playful smile.
He arrived a bucket of ice on my clit. This incredible blow caused my clit to soften and the chastity belt to lock again.
Well, beautiful, maybe next year. It’s been three years and in that time I’ve never had an orgasm in the allotted time. Every year I long for that day to come soon so I can relax. The shackles and heels are with me forever, I literally live in hell and I love every minute of it ……
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