The heart can not help but rise a pang of emotion, this ten years of life is really no sense of reality at all.
A felonious little tween like me should be managed by someone in prison for life as a matter of course.
But I am now a key executive in a large multinational company, and I am also responsible for raising the next generation.
A clear cry brought the contemplative me back to reality, and I hurriedly turned my head and ran towards the source of the sound, a crisp clash of metal emanating from my body.
I gently picked her up with my handcuffed hands, and her freshly awakened face was just too cute to resist the urge to caress it.
Watching the little body of the one who is pampered in my arms makes me feel the urge to have one too.
However, I subconsciously avoided men because I was always afraid of my lustful body.
So let alone having children, at the age of 26 I have never even dated a boyfriend.
So she’s not my child but one of the twin girls born to Kumiko’s sister.
Because her body had been severely injured when she was a child, Kumiko’s sister had suffered a lot during the birth, and she was physically and mentally exhausted and could not take care of the two little babies together.
So at Kumiko-san’s suggestion, the four of us sisters decided to take care of them together.
At the choice of the two little babies, the younger sister of the babies grabbed my finger, and the older sister of the babies chose Sister Kumiko.
Kumiko-san then suggested that we train them according to their specialties.
So my younger sister will inherit the wabi-sabi system from Sachiko-san and me, and my older sister will inherit the wabi-sabi system from Kumiko-san and Yi-san.
This would of course become a big deal in the association and was thought to settle the ongoing debate with and about the foreign winds.
Although both Kumiko-san and I have become the top women in the association.
But the difference in origin and breeding process makes us completely incomparable to each other.
I didn’t realize that what the three of us sisters had failed to accomplish would now be accomplished for us by the next generation.
Thinking of this, I gently point the little baby’s forehead to whisper to her – little girl you must not be as hard as me.
It was only when I was raised that I truly understood how Sachiko-san felt the moment she locked my chastity belt for me, until the moment I had her fingers in her hands.
Sachiko-san, who locked up the Nanking Ingot for me, also took over the burden of my life on behalf of the people.
The watcher was carefree playing with the little baby in my kimono and collar, but my heart had flown to that day ten years ago.
I looked up at the main gate of the school – Private Sakurawa Academy.
The school is famous for raising young ladies and young masters.
Perhaps it would be more apt to say bride and groom formation school.
As a delinquent girl in high school, I didn’t really fit in with the elegant atmosphere of this school.
But the tragic events of my senior year of high school made it impossible for me to oppose my parents’ decision.
After all, it was the last hope they could harbor, and I had to spend a lot of time every day homeschooling.
As I looked around, except for the students who wore white sailor uniforms and long black skirts like me.
It was also filled with students, both male and female, dressed in elegant dresses or suits.
It’s really an aristocratic school that lives up to its name, as long as it meets the premise of quiet elegance.
This is a school where you can wear school-approved private clothing to school.
Unfortunately, the only thing in my closet are those special attack suits and battle armor I wore when I was a delinquent girl.
So I don’t have any other choice but school uniforms, they are not going to pass muster with the school.
I shook my head, what the hell was I thinking?
I hadn’t already made up my mind that I just wanted to be left alone.
Now it’s enough to live one day at a time and not break my parents’ hearts.
I took a step toward the classroom of the people.
Though I did play the goody-two-shoes millennial well for many years in elementary school.
But after three years of debauchery, they and I are now completely incapable of crossing paths in terms of conversation.
Combined with the fact that I just wanted to be left alone and have a good time, I subconsciously became averse to having conversations with my classmates.
This is actually good, now my most important job should be to find a location at school where I can liberate my interest in the
So as soon as it was noon I turned around and left the classroom to begin my scavenger hunt.
My interest, a rather unusual one and one that has changed my life, is masturbation.
Originally, it was just an accidental discovery that stroking there could bring a comfortable feeling when I was in the sixth grade.
But as the frequency of masturbation has increased, my craving for it has gone from fun to a daily daily lesson.
When I learned in my Kenyan education program that it was a defilement.
A strong sense of backbiting like never before struck me.
I have tried many attempts to overcome it.
I joined the track club and took up fencing in the hopes that it would leave me no room to think about it.
But it never worked, and in the end I even had to try to restrain myself there with a lock.
But I never had enough willpower to hold on to it long enough to get rid of it.
Eventually I became self-absorbed because of it, and I started joining a delinquent girl group, getting into fights, racing cars, and doing all sorts of bad things.
Trying to get myself out of masturbation by finding something more exciting.
For one thing, the big sister of the group has deliberately cultivated me, and for another, perhaps I do quite have the ability to lead.
By my senior year I had become the head of the delinquent girls.
Driven by a sense of accomplishment, it somewhat reduced my desire for masturbation.
But the good times were short-lived, and I was captured by a rival set of maps during a major conflict.
The big sister who rushed to rescue me died of serious injuries as a result, and when I was finally rescued I was already in a state of disrepair.
My parents used many social tactics to exclude me from being convicted, and of course the whole group was forced to disband as a result.
I shed my partner who had been working together for years.
In an effort by my parents to break my link with the past, my father transferred me to attend this school dozens of kilometers away from home.
Although I survived as an innocent victim, I have deeply hurt my parents and my big sister who sincerely protected me.
It was all due to my indulgence in physical desires.
I made up my mind right then and there that even if I had to break myself, I wasn’t going to hurt anyone else.
So now I’m looking for places where I can give vent to my desires.
Even if your body breaks down because of your own lust, it’s better than hurting someone else.
After a few days of observation, I noticed that the women’s staff restroom, because it was only used by three female teachers, was
Plus it’s remote, so when the daytime classes are over there won’t be any club students here to use it.
It’s also a really good place to masturbate.
I decided that this would be the perfect place to vent my desires for the rest of the day after school.
Instead, I didn’t expect it to be an opportunity to change my future.
My unfortunate days began two weeks into the school year in a foreign language class.
I used to be known as a gifted girl in elementary school, though.
But these three years of debauchery have left me completely out of step with this school.
Not skipping school just because there’s nowhere else to go and I don’t want to worry my parents because of it.
After familiarizing myself with school life and slowly getting bolder, I decided I needed an excuse to take a break.
I raised my hand.
LINGXIANG: Reporting teacher, I’m very unwell, can you let me rest in the Baojian room?
The teacher just looked at me and told the health care member to accompany me to the P&C room.
Ms. Yuko Mido of the health office is one of the two most beautiful girls in our school.
A superb beauty loved by students of both sexes, with a clear complexion, a small face.
She has a tall figure of over 170 centimeters, with medium-sized breasts and long, dark, waist-length hair.
Instead of describing her as a gaudy rose, she was a freshly scented lily.
If the teacher wears a kimono she is the legendary Yamato Nadeshiko, right?
Today was the first time I met my teacher up close, and her voice and expression were a skillful blend of gentle motherhood and intelligent knowledge, creating a strong sense of presence that attracted my attention.
After the health commissioner left, Ms. Sachiko helped me untie my uniform, loosen my skirt, and
He helped me to the hospital bed and brought me a potion to drink.
I was about to get some rest when Sachiko-sensei leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed at that moment.
Sachiko: Sensei I’m really lucky today, Lingsha you came to the health room by yourself, saving me the time of inviting you Lingsha.
I looked down and thought about it… I’ve been very low key since I started school?
I’m afraid not many people in my class even recognize me now, because I’ve deliberately braided my hair with three knots, which makes me look very rustic.
I’ve never met you before, so I don’t think you’d want to talk to me, right?
LINGHAM: Sensei, is there anything you need to see me about?
Sachiko: I’m working on a curriculum for indoctrinating girls, and I need your help with Lingsuka.
Ling Xiang: Help? Correcting girls?
Sachiko: Lingsha do you know about chastity belts?
I almost jumped in shock, of course I knew about this thing, the props used by medieval parents to force virginity on young girls.
I’ve even tried to acquire it in order to solve the problem of not being able to control my desires by closing myself off.
But there was no way I was going to admit I knew about chastity belts now, so I decided to play dumb.
LINGHAM: Chastity belts as told in Western history? Medieval Europe ….
Sachiko: No no, it’s a modern chastity belt.
I panicked a little and yelled out.
Ling Xiang: I don’t know about that kind of thing, that kind of thing has nothing to do with me at all.
Sachiko: That’s the girl who masturbates in the staff restroom every day after class, huh?
Like a kitten stunned by headlights, I could only stay on the spot.
LINGHAM: That kind of thing, I ….. I don’t know anything about it at all.
The teacher took out a handkerchief.
Sachiko: Lingsha do you recognize this handkerchief?
Sachiko: I spent tens of thousands of yen on the pirated camera equipment, and I’ve recorded it properly for you, Lingka. Would you like to see the developed photos?
I felt a chill start up in me from the back of my spine at what I thought was a foolproof spot. Instead, I’d been nailed long ago and had masturbation photos taken of me.
Sensei pulled out a few photos from his pocket, the contents of which were obviously pictures of me being taken full of dementia while masturbating in the restroom.
I couldn’t help but shrink my shivering body because of the fear planted in my heart that I was completely screwed, and that I would once again deeply hurt my loving parents.
No, I can’t let that happen.
LINGHAM: Teacher you want me to pay that kind of price, are you going to sell me? I’m not worth anything at all.
Ling Xiang: My parents gave up on me a long time ago and won’t pay. Do whatever you want, teacher.
I clasped my hands to my chest and waited for the teacher to pass judgment on me.
Sachiko: Don’t be afraid Lingsuka, just help me well with my research on indoctrinating girls and I’ll return the photo to you.
A study on indoctrinating girls? What the hell kind of study is that? Never heard of it.
Lingshang: is …. Is that the way to indoctrinate girls research?
Sachiko: The research on the new chastity belt is perfect for girls like you, Rinka, who can’t control yourself.
Sachiko: Lingshika you just need to wear the new chastity belt for a week and write about it to complete it.
I thought hard about it, I didn’t like being threatened, but I also didn’t want to upset my parents again.
Maybe this is a good time for me to get out of this masturbation routine.
Ling Xiang: Teacher, is this really enough? You don’t have to put me in a cage?
Sachiko: Yes, this kind of experiment is only valid if you experiment in life.
Sachiko: Lingsha please take off your full body clothes.
I obediently stripped off my clothes, and the next teacher secured me to the height meter with leather handcuffs.
Being handcuffed for the first time brought me a strange feeling raised from my psyche.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel disgusted but rather a sense of stability as I close my eyes and put myself at the teacher’s disposal.
The teacher used a nylon strap measuring tape to measure my bottom inches as strictly as a thong.
What struck me as odd was the fact that the teacher had marked my three secret places with a pen at the same time, the
Finally the teacher secured the belt at the waistline to accurately measure my waistline.
The teacher repeated the measurement three times until I was exhausted.
Finally when the teacher untied me, I, who had never been restrained before, was physically exhausted and collapsed into a deep sleep on the bed in the bonding room.
When my teacher woke me up, it was time for school to end.
Before my teacher sent me away from the health care room, she only said that I should come to the health care room first thing in the morning.
Because of the revelation, I was not in the mood to masturbate at all that day, and I had to go straight home after leaving the bonding office.
The next morning my teacher took me into the preservation room again.
Sachiko: Lingsha your exclusive chastity belt will be built in a week. Lingshika do you know its function?
Back in the day I studied it, and I even used to think of it as the final salvation that could save me.
I didn’t really get a chance to try it out, but I couldn’t admit it now. I shook my head.
Sachiko: Lingsuka, an important function of chastity belts since the Middle Ages was to help nuns in convents or young girls of nobility fight their sexual desires.
Sachiko: Used to prevent young girls from masturbating, taking away the freedom to play with their bodies and protecting them.
Sachiko: It’s specifically designed to help girls like you, Rinka, who have no self-control.
Sachiko: That’s why you mustn’t feel uneasy, Lingsha, try to accept its help, okay?
To receive the help of a chastity belt? Isn’t that what I’ve wanted for years?
Find an administrator who is willing to accept my pathology and help me quit it.
I nodded to the teacher and couldn’t have indicated anything more.
But a wave of unprecedented hope is gradually lifting up in my heart, and I see a ray of light for quitting masturbation.
During the next days of waiting for the chastity belt, as masturbation was discovered by
Feeling shameful and pathetic in the guilt of having the freedom to play with your body taken away from you.
To my horror, as the day of execution approached, I actually began to look forward to the day my freedom would be taken away.
I’m starting to fantasize about being fitted with a chastity belt any day now.
The intense anticipation keeps me in a state of mental fog all day, and I always feel like the days are going by slower and slower.
I can’t believe I didn’t masturbate for a whole week when I wasn’t in the mood and had no place to go.
This is something that hasn’t happened since we lost our big sister.
After a whole week of unbearable waiting. Finally, the day of the chastity belt installation came.
The freedom of my genitals was finally going to be in the hands of my teachers, and I would no longer have to fight the urge to masturbate.
As soon as I got out of class, I ran toward the preservation room with intense anticipation.
My teacher just smiled when she saw the extreme excitement and gently tapped me on the forehead.
Sachiko: Really, Lingsha. Can’t wait already?
I blushed from shame and couldn’t make a sound. After all, I had been looking forward to it all week.
Sensei pulls out what looks like metal pants from the cargo box.
Sachiko: This is modeled after a Belgian product, enhanced in every way, and it’s the latest model.
Sachiko: It’s made of titanium and medical-grade gel, and it’s lighter and smaller than old-fashioned chastity belts.
Sachiko: And it’s cut and milled in one cnc with high precision equipment, so it can absolutely protect your lower body from Rinka even without the thigh rings.
I stupidly nailed the iron, which was built like a thong.
There is a colloid-like protective sheet on the edge of the steel sheet, and an additional mesh semicircular iron sheet at the vagina and urethra.
The anal area is blocked by a separate valve. The whole chastity belt was perfectly intricate and appeared to follow the curves of my body.
It was simply a work of art. My libido had been aroused by it, and I was in such a state of excitement that I began to get intensely wet down there.
Like a child who sees a new toy, I couldn’t help but pout at my teacher.
LINGHAM: Teacher, want… I want it. Please give it to me.
The teacher laughed and
Sachiko: It seems that your report, Lingsha, is quite worthy of the teacher’s expectations.
Sachiko: Here, Lingsha you take off your lower clothes.
I rolled my skirt up and backed my panties down, touching my secret spot with my fingers and
Thinker I was about to lose my lower body freedom to my teacher.
I rubbed my clit fiercely with my fingers, saying a final goodbye to it.
But my teacher stopped me from masturbating before I could reach my peak.
Sachiko: Are you done saying goodbye to your genitals? The next time I see you will be a week from now.
Sachiko: Lingsha you’re such a bad boy to masturbate right in front of me.
I hadn’t masturbated in a week, and the pleasure that was so hard to come by was hardened by the shame in my mind.
It was all I could do now to hold back my libido and nodded my head down innocently.
My teacher wiped my crotch, which was wet with lewd juices, with a wet towel, and placed the metal chastity belt into my crotch, the
The metal belt extender is tightened at the waistline, and the receiver puts the thong iron piece and the porous thin piece through the crotch and then buckles it onto the steel band of the belt.
The teacher receiver asked me to tighten my stomach, and then he used a padlock to lock the steel belt buckle in place.
The pants of the iron of my beholder do not bring me too many strange feelings.
Because the chastity belt fits the curves of my lower body perfectly, and there’s something like gumdrops.
So while the chastity belt is very tight it’s not particularly uncomfortable.
I saw my urethra and labia peeking through the less than half-centimeter slit in the steel band.
A magical feeling raised in my heart, not like pleasure yet it made me feel good.
Like a liberating sense of reassurance.
The teacher receiver snapped the porous steel thingy together with a lock and steel band and my secret place was completely sealed.
I could feel my labia and anus coming into close contact with the cold steel.
The coldness cooled my sensuality quickly.
I finally lost my freedom to masturbate, and a sense of liberation to let go of my burdens overflowed through me.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the security I’d lost since I was a little six.
Sachiko: Next Lingsha you have to adjust according to the condition of the friction.
My teacher’s words brought me back from being moved to reality, and reminded me of something important.
LINGXIA: Teacher then how are we going to use the restroom from now on?
Sachiko: You can urinate in the usual way, and if you get dirty, just wipe it off immediately and dry it with a hair dryer.
Sachiko: If you want to have a bowel movement, you have to pull the steel plate in the vestibule and you can have a normal bowel movement.
Sachiko: In the future, remember to wash it carefully every morning and evening, and I’ll open it many times to adjust it before you get used to it at Lingsha.
LINGHAM: Does that underwear need to be put on again?
Sachiko: No, remember to bring it back. If you’re afraid that you’ll be exposed, Lingshika, you can bring another menstrual belt to cover it up.
Sachiko: Lingsha come on, crouch down and take a look. See if there will be a stuck condition.
As I squatted I noticed that the movement brought up a trace of metallic sound, and the belt, because it had a few curved corners depending on my body.
Therefore, although the waist and crotch are fastened tightly but it doesn’t hinder my movement a lot.
Aside from the weighty feeling it doesn’t cause any more discomfort than a menstrual belt.
Sachiko: It looks like the chastity belt is the right size, so get your ass in gear next.
I watched my back as I walked out of the bonding room.
I walked over to an unoccupied area and tapped my hand on my stomach and the chastity belt made the sound of a strap-on hardening.
Every time I moved, I felt a slight friction on my lower pussy, and at the same time, it gave me a sense of weight.
And the slight touch of the thong strap against my anus has always made me conscious of it.
Maybe I’ve gotten used to it, so when I got home from my hour-long commute, the sense of sameness disappeared.
When I got home I changed into civilian clothes and walked to the bathroom in a pair of shorts.
Once inside the restroom I grabbed my belt and sat on the toilet to try to urinate.
But the shame of wearing my pants prevented me from discharging them all at once.
Well after a lot of effort I was finally able to loosen my lower body to let the urine flow out.
But I felt as if I had wet my pants when I was a child, my entire lower body was soaked with hot urine, which felt hot and itchy at the same time.
After I stopped urinating, the urine that had accumulated in my pants continued to leak out, and I couldn’t wipe it off even after a few times.
I wanted to try and dry off with a towel, but the chastity pants clasped tightly around my lower back.
It made it so I couldn’t even get half a finger in there, let alone a towel.
With the obscenity of the masturbation prevention board, I was completely unable to touch my private parts and certainly had no way to clean them.
The extreme humiliation of living to be 18 years old and still wetting my pants makes me feel very sad.
At my wit’s end, I had to barely wash myself in the shower, but the girdle on my stomach was only barely accessible by my fingers, preventing me from toweling them off.
Eventually I just had to dry my bottom slowly with a hair dryer, I now finally understood the harshness of a chastity belt.
Perhaps because my lower body had been moistened and I was intensely aware of the tape whenever I stopped moving, the
I could only find ways to distract myself by finding books to read or taking my homework out to do.
But as soon as I don’t use cold water to wash my bottom for 1-2 hours, the itchy, hot tingling sensation keeps hitting me, and the lustful feeling makes me feel like I’m going crazy.
I finally chose to force myself to go to bed to take my mind off it.
But I soon realized that I was wrong, for the belt was fastened tightly around my waist and crotch, and all I had to do was sleep on my side, the
My private parts just get all sexy from being squeezed.
In the end I had to pad my waist with a cloth and sleep on my back to minimize the pressure on the chastity belt.
The result was that I was sexually tortured all night long to the point where I couldn’t sleep at all.
The aroused and unfulfilled sexual desire could only be held back until dawn.
I continued to struggle in the restroom early in the morning, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the pee out of it.
All I could do was soak up as much pee as I could with toilet paper and go back to school.
After a night of rubbing against the chastity belt, my bottom was now becoming very sensitive.
The friction of walking is as intense to me as masturbation.
I decided to take advantage of the fact that the person got to school earlier than usual and got to the preservation room before anyone else was there.
I knocked on the door of the health room with skepticism… would the teacher come so early?
Quickly the teacher opened the door and
LINGHAM: Good morning teacher, you’re here early today.
Sachiko: I had to board here temporarily for the sake of your chastity belt experiment for Rinka, and Rinka you did come over early in the morning.
My impression of the teacher began to gradually change, and it seemed that the teacher was really serious about his research.
Not just simply trying to bully me.
Sachiko: Lingsha when do you have gym class.
LINGHAM: Not until the day after tomorrow.
Sachiko: Then Lingsha, you have to come over early tomorrow, okay?
I nodded.
Lingsha: Teacher can you please help me temporarily undo my chastity belt, not being able to clean there is making my whole side itchy right now.
Sachiko: No, Lingsha you need to get used to it early, it’s an important experiment. Use your willpower to get over it.
Sachiko: And I told you I wouldn’t untie you unless it would hurt you Lingsha.
The receiver teacher then kicked me out of the health room.
My unfounded delusions were shattered in less than a day… chastity belts aren’t all that wonderful…
Rather, it’s a torture device used to punish slutty girls.
All I could do for the rest of the day was keep trying to ignore the sensation of the chastity belt with the bouts of tickling sensations in my lower body.
Trying to treat it like the usual customary shoes & hat.
The belt and thong wrapped tightly around my body kept sending strong tickling sensations to my crotch and waist.
The dissatisfaction of wanting to catch, but not being able to, puts the whole person in a highly unsettled state.
Not only was I blushing now, but I couldn’t stop my feet from shaking and gasping for air.
Perhaps noticing my abnormality, the teacher suddenly named me to the stage to do the question.
With that, I walked up to the podium at a shaky pace, making the metal belt keep clicking and clacking.
The metallic misbehavioral sound that came into my ears was like thunder, and I was so afraid that someone would notice.
I stood on the sacred sandalwood and tried to answer, but underneath my uniform were placed metal shackles that could not be resisted.
What a ridiculous thing to say.
The sight of everyone brought me a powerful sense of dorsal virtue that froze my thinking and stopped my grip on the chalk.
The teacher asked-[Is this the right solution? Be good at your lessons on weekdays and don’t think about things all the time].
I couldn’t help but feel trapped, and I found it hard to believe that I could even get aroused in such a humiliating situation, the
I could feel my bottom getting thoroughly wet and it was all I could do to keep my head down and clamp my legs together as I hurriedly walked back to my position.
I could feel the lewd juices already oozing out of the side of my chastity belt, and I was so sorry I hadn’t put on my menstrual belt.
What am I going to do if it just flows out of my dress.
The strong sense of backwardness, anxiety and fear of discovery were surprisingly mixed into sweet pleasure.
I really hate my pathetic body.
Trapped in a personal cage, my life had been radically altered by the chastity belt, and in order not to aggravate the irritation of my lower body
I can’t do any activities even during breaks, I can only sit quietly in my seat.
And constantly using the time to go to the restroom to cool my desires with an iced towel.
My reddened face, sudden gasps and slightly shaking body that
To arouse the curiosity of my classmates and to keep them concerned about my health.
[Lingshang you’re blushing, do you want to go to the counseling room?]
I could only endure the physical pain and shake my head at my classmates, and continued to be sexually tortured until the end of the day’s lesson.
As soon as I got out of class I went home and rushed into the bathroom and jumped in to cool my privates with cold water.
But my privates were already red from the constant rubbing of my clitoris, labia throughout the day and the belt, the
The strong mounting sensation coming from my sensitive lower body was so intense that I couldn’t calm down even when I sat down to write my homework.
I have learned that the chastity belt does not just seal desire, it also incites sexual desire and a strong sense of masochism.
It kept intensely and cruelly stimulating my libido, and the lewd water discharged from my lower body kept circulating inside my chastity pants, the
At last, the lewd water flowed out from the side of the chastity belt like a dam bursting.
I rushed into the bathroom trying to comfort myself with my fingers, but the tight metal forcefully stopped me from
I grabbed a pointed object and tried to pry it open, but I couldn’t do anything but flatten some bracket marks on it.
In the end all I could do was rock my body hard on the toilet and tug at my chastity pants with my hands, trying to bring pleasure to my clit grinding against the metal.
But the carefully constructed chastity pants clasped tightly around my lower back and simply didn’t budge, not giving me a chance.
My body and mind were torn apart by the intense desire, and I could only jump as wildly as a white fish.
After 20 minutes of frantic beating, my heartbeat had reached its limit and I was starting to run out of breath.
Physically and mentally exhausted, I clenched my teeth hard and stopped shaking. Stopped my attempts at masturbation by force of will.
I spread my whole body out on the toilet to let my body cool down slowly.
The receiver I put a tank full of cold water and step into the bath to cool myself.
Instinctively, I reached down to touch my lower back, but all I could touch was cold, hard metal.
I really need to be completely stripped of the freedom of my private parts.
The rest of his life will be dominated by a hell of vapid pleasure.
Whether I’m in class, through school, or out with friends, I can’t escape it, the
Modern chastity belts are really scary things, and the teacher’s statement can’t help but come to mind.
It is used to take away freedom from one’s own desires.
If I don’t do something about it, I might not even make it through the night, let alone a week.
I decided to use a method I had used before, having read about it before.
The use of chastity pants used to train nuns in the Middle Ages was known as forced orgasms, orgasms that turned into extreme pain at the end of the day.
Allowing pain and masturbation to be psychologically linked for the purpose of allowing the assembler to actively suppress desire.
I sighed and climbed out of the tub, toweling myself dry.
He went back to his room and found his long unworn workout clothes and put them on, then turned toward the door to get ready to go out.
I reported to my parents and ran for the door, I hadn’t run since that incident on the third of July.
But I know at times like this, just wear yourself out.
As I ran, I had thought that my lower body would be brought to pleasure by the intense friction, which would turn into pain, and finally my lower body would be completely paralyzed.
But I realized that these chastity pants fit perfectly close to the curves of my body.
As long as you use your normal pace and angle, you will not be disturbed at all.
I can’t help but feel horrified at the advances in technology these days.
I ran for over an hour in one breath until I no longer had the strength to walk home slowly.
I took another cold shower and the receiver went straight to bed.
Though I still couldn’t help but reach into my nightgown, I was mercilessly stopped by the iron plates of my chastity belt.
After a day of torture, my lower body was numb, allowing me to drift off to sleep early.
The next morning I rushed to the bonding office to tell my teacher that I was canceling my appointment.
Even if I’m scolded by my parents, I’m going to untie myself. I’ve reached my limit.
Lingsha: Sensei please help me undo my chastity belt, I can’t stand it anymore. This is simply torture and it’s making it impossible for me to live my life.
Sachiko: When you agreed to place a chastity belt, Lingsha, you agreed that it had to be locked the rest of the time, except for adjustments.
Sachiko: It’s aversion therapy, just make it through Lingshika your body will not respond to pleasure in the future.
Sachiko: Please bear with me until the 3rd day and you should get used to it.
When my teacher vetoed my request on the grounds that it would be a complete cure for my masturbation disorder.
My resolve couldn’t help but loosen; was I going to give up on this great opportunity?
No, I have to keep going.
Giving up resistance, I could only break my thoughts and walk out of the health center.
This day was made worse by yesterday’s run and the accumulation of piss, sweat and lust inside the chastity belt from the whole day.
According to the knowledge I got before told me, not to mention wearing a chastity belt.
Whenever cleaning is not done carefully, the lower vagina can easily get infected.
Not to mention the fact that I didn’t wax and didn’t clean it daily. Sooner or later, it would have triggered a serious infection in the lower pubic area.
And a tingle coming from my lower body was now telling me that this was no joke.
In high school, I read in the library that many medieval women died in agonizing pain because their lower bodies were decimated, and it gave me chills.
But the strong titanium chastity belt was so strong that I couldn’t break it even with hand tools.
Precision ring locks are also beyond my three-legged lock picking efforts.
I could only continue to endure the fear in my heart and the numbing and itching sensation coming from my lower body.
She kept drying her chastity belt with a towel and the lewd juices kept seeping out of it like incontinence.