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Chastity Belt Roulette part 1 [F/m Dom, chastity]
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Chastity Belt Roulette
Chapter 1
In a small town in New Jersey a small group of husbands and
wives meets each weekend for a very special evening. The purpose of
the evening is for the husbands to provide total, complete and
absolute service to the wives in any manner they see fit, while the
husbands compete for a chance at Chastity Belt Roulette. You see,
each husband is locked into a very secure and nonremovable chastity
belt, which can only be unlocked with the proper key. Only two keys
exist in the world; One carefully locked away in a secret safe
deposit box, and the other safely hidden and out the reach of the
husbands. Perhaps I should digress and explain this novel approach
to ensure husband fidelity and servitude.
Six months ago I made a cardinal sin; I cheated on my wife. It
was my first and last time, but in a moment of male weakness I
allowed myself to be tempted for simple sexual pleasure. Now I
cannot achieve an erection let alone even touch myself without
first earning the right to compete in Chastity Belt Roulette. But
I am getting ahead of myself. Like a lot of weak males I could not
live with the guilt and hoped for forgiveness from my wife. I was
surprised to learn she knew I had cheated and had kept it to
herself. When I finally told her she let out her pent up anger, but
over time our relationship seemed to improve. I was cut off from
sex during this time of course. Then one day she sat down and laid
out an ultimatum for me.
It seems she had discussed my transgression with her some of
her closest friends. One of her friends had a similar experience
with her husband. As it turned out, that friend had already joined
a group of women, who all had husbands who cheated. Each wanted the
same thing, an alternative to divorce but one that would guarantee
he would never cheat again. Even more important. To ensure he would
be more attentive to her needs, become dependent on her and look to
her and only her for sexual pleasure. After searching for the
answer, they found it. Reading up on the strict discipline and
observance of chastity by Middle East women, they discovered that
indeed a highly secure and totally effective chastity belt was
indeed made for males. In fact, since males could cleanse more
easily, the male belt could be left on indefinitely if desired. As
the plan began to gel, the group thinned leaving only those woman
with husbands who would do anything not to be divorced. My wife
Gloria became interested in talking with the group. As she learned
more, she began to see a wonderful new life taking shape for us.
I was the macho male in bed, proud of my sexual feats. Yet, my
wife always wanted to take charge. Unfortunately, my male ego
wouldn't let her, at least not very often. I earned a very
comfortable living as a prominent defense attorney, specializing in
sexual harassment, my wife was an executive at a corporation and
also earned a very comfortable salary. Our life was very simple, a
beautiful home, maid, cook, cars and great vacations. Why would I
want to leave this? On that day she approached me with the
proposition, it was all laid out for me. It was rehearsed very
well.
She had hired the finest divorce lawyer available. She said
she had photographic proof of my infidelity. Further more, if I did
not agree to her terms, not only would she get everything, but she
would ruin my business. I was somewhat skeptical she could really
ruin my business, but I would soon learn she had the capability in
hand. I sat and listened in total disbelief. I was totally
convinced she meant every word. But what were her terms she kept
alluding to. Only after signing a confession of infidelity and
agreeing to her terms, did she reveal them. They were actually
simple and seemed rather silly. All I had to do was to wear a
chastity belt and attend a party with her once a week, where I and
other men, in the same situation, would serve and obey completely
anything the wives demanded. I sat there, wondering what the catch
was. A stupid chastity belt I would take off the moment I left home
and serving women did not seem all that bad. That might be fun. All
of a sudden she barked out a command.
She told me to undress completely and take a hot shower. While
showering, she suddenly opened the curtain, she herself was now
nude. It didn't take long for my cock to snap to attention as I
hadn't had any for quite awhile now and my right hand just didn't
quite feel the same as a nice warm, wet pussy. She turned off the
water and told me that she wanted to shave all my hair from the
neck down. She had always wanted to feel me with smooth soft skin.
It sounded kinky, so what the heck. As her hands held my
swollen cock she carefully shaved my pubic hair. I admit it felt
and looked rather funny. Next she shaved my underarms, something I
really did not like. Finally she applied a depilatory over my legs
and I watched as the hair seemed to melt away. We turned the water
back on as she hugged me, letting my cock feel her warm body. It
slid under her pussy as she pressed against my body. I tried to
angle it in, but she kept it pressed against her, sliding between
her lips. Slowly at first, then faster. I knew she would soon be
asking me to slip it in. I let her get closer and closer and
suddenly she shook, then she screamed as she pressed hard against
my aching swollen cock. I whispered, now I'll let you cum with a
hard cock inside you. As she stepped out, with a smile on her face,
she quickly turned on the cold water. It hit like a ton of bricks.
In an instant my erection was limp.
I came out of the shower screaming at her. She had already
start putting on a robe. It was her look that made me stop. It was
cold, sincere and she obviously controlled the situation. I grabbed
a towel to dry myself as she went to her closet and returned with
a box. I was curious and came over as she removed a very no
nonsense looking harness of some kind. What the hell is that? It's
your chastity belt dummy. I can't wear that, besides, I thought we
were just getting started. Your right, we are just getting started.
That was your first lesson. You're here to please me. If I decide
and when I decide, you may be rewarded. Remember, you just signed
your life away and it's locked up now. At the moment I wasn't sure
what proof she had and I didn't want to take chances just yet.
There was time for that later. For now I'll just go along with this
game. Besides the quicker I accommodated her the quicker this would
be over, or so I thought.
First came a stainless steel band, covered with rubber
that fit tightly around my waist. It did not have any room to slide
at all. It fastened with a lock which I had never seen before. Then
she slid this rubber coated steel sheath over my limp cock and
locked it to another formidable steel piece that attached to the
belt around my waist. Two steel chains were attached to the back of
the belt. These ran between my legs and were attached to the piece
holding sheath. Finally she locked the piece, which secured the
penis sheath, to the front of the belt with an equally secure lock.
She took the key and left the room, with me pondering just what the
hell did I get myself into. When she returned, she smiled. The key
to the chastity belt is now locked up along with the confession.
They are locked in a safe you aren't aware of and by tomorrow will
be safely in my attorneys hands. In case your are wondering, how
long you will wear the chastity belt, I will tell you. You will be
wearing it long after all your pubic hair grows back. I've been
told that it is a lot of fun. Each itch should remind you of your
position in life from now on. I own your cock, I own your total and
complete attention, and I own your life. If you try to remove the
chastity belt forcefully, you will probably end up in the hospital.
I've been told, no one has successfully removed it by force and
those who did, hurt themselves trying. I will also throw away the
keys and tell my attorney to execute my divorce papers with your
signed confession. You will continue to wear it until I feel you
are ready to attend a little party. When you show me complete
obedience, we will discuss our next phase.
My anger broke through. This is totally ridiculous and I
demand you take this belt off me. I don't give a fuck what evidence
you have of my infidelity. Who cares. If you want a divorce, you
got it. There is nothing you can do harm my business.
With that she turned to the television and proceeded to play
a video tape. There were scenes of my fooling around with my one of
my clients who just won a large law suite for sexual harassment.
Then there were some scenes of us in bed and finally a replay of my
wife putting on the chastity belt. This is for starters. I would
think a little newspaper expose of a prominent attorney screwing
with one of his clients and his wife putting a chastity belt on
him, might cause the Bar Association to ask a few embarrassing
questions.
The next six months were the worst nightmare I had
experienced. It started with the pubic hair growing back. I could
not even scratch myself. Each move drove me up a wall. I invented
reasons to take showers, directly the water at the chastity belt.
But, adding insult to injury I had to shave my underarms each week
and keep my legs hairless. As I became accustomed to the belt and
the pubic hair finally grew back, it started to become a ritual to
shave myself. Finally, my wife allowed me to grow my leg hair if I
agreed to have it waxed off. The chance to not have to shave my
legs once a week seemed a small price for the pain of waxing. Even
my toilet habits were changed. I did everything like a women as my
cock was permanently pointed down between my legs. Gloria
appreciated never having to put the seat down.
At first my duties were simple. Preparing her bath, helping
her dress (my favorite) and fetching drinks or snacks, usually at
night. Then it expanded to washing her lingerie or anything the
maid didn't do. With the maid and cook around, it was becoming
somewhat awkward. About that time and unknown to me, my wife had a
talk with our maid and cook. The two women were told of my
predicament. Just to make sure they found it acceptable, she also
gave them both a raise and explained that on their day off, I was
to straighten both there rooms and clean their bathrooms. This
included any laundry they may have. This they accepted quite
eagerly, as I had always been a bastard to both of them.
Shortly after that, my wife started to allow me to touch her
body. At first all I was allowed was to suck her toes and kiss her
feet. Then I could suck her tits. Finally she rewarded me with the
scent of her pussy again in my nose. She carefully instructed me,
how to separate her lips with my tongue and slowly pressing it
against her clitoris. Then letting it probe her hole. I spent hours
bringing her to climax after climax, hoping she would lose control
and let my cock loose. My cock was in pain, it tried to get erect
only to feel the tight boundaries of it confines. It would ooze
cum. My wife would giggle as I "dripped" cum, just like a women
with cum inside her. Now you know how it feels. I begged her to
release me. I promised eternal faithfulness. I would never even
look at another women. I would live to please her. Each night we
would repeat our ritual. Some nights she would be horny and I would
have to spend hours satisfying her. I never knew she could go on
for so long. Sometimes she would get behind me while I was on all
fours and kind of press against me. It was strange because she
couldn't get off on it and neither could I. On other nights she
might awake in the middle of the night and whisper for me to
service her. She would lazily spread her legs and reach a small
shuddering climax and just drift off to sleep with a smile on her
pert lips.
One day she came home and announced we were going on vacation.
A small mountain retreat. Strange that she always hated rusted type
places. I packed all her things carefully, as she instructed. I
smelled her lingerie as I neatly folded those wonderful
unmentionables. As I started to grab my suitcase, she said I would
not need very much and she had already arranged for my stuff. But,
my winter clothes are still in the closet. I said I have taken care
of everything! I was concerned and didn't like departing without my
clothes.
We drove into the mountains and finally arrived at a rustic
house deep in the woods. Startled, I saw smoke coming from the
chimney.
Oh, they are here already. Who I said? Just two women I met
awhile ago, she answered.
But, I thought this was for just us two. I thought I had
satisfied you all these months as to my true feelings towards you.
Well, you thought wrong. Bring in the suitcases.
As I dragged in the last of her suitcases, I began to worry,
just what was I going to wear with two other women around. This did
not seem like I thought it would be. Did they know about my
chastity belt? Besides, I had arranged for my associate to handle
my case for three weeks. Finally, I came into the den where my wife
and the two other women were talking and laughing. They turned to
me and said welcome. Your wife tells me your completely used to the
chastity belt.
My mouth hung open. We have no secrets here. We both know
everything about you. Lets see, your are completely shaven or
should I say waxed. You hate doing underarms, but we all do. And
the last time you had an orgasm was, let's see, six months ago. No,
your wife came in the shower, but you took a cold shower. Oh yes,
you were screwing another women. I hope that it was worth it. Let's
see, orgasm lasts 6 seconds, and abstinence for over six months. A
good start. Maybe if your a quick learner, you might cum for
Christmas. They all giggled. We have a few simple rules here.
1) You will always obey all orders given by one of us.
2) Your wife has absolute authority over you.
3) You will never sexually touch another women.
Enough for rules. Remember them. If you violate any of them,
you and your wife must leave here and she can do whatever she
desires with you. As I understand it, you stand to lose a lot.
Now, upstairs to the right is your bedroom. You will sleep in
your bedroom or with your wife depending on what she desires. I
hear you are quite good with your tongue.
I couldn't believe she knew that. Gloria had never spoke to
anyone about our sexual life.
I had to ask. I don't get this. Who are you? Why would my wife
tell you about our sexual life or for that matter about our
agreement.
I don't recall giving you permission to question us. But I
understand your concern. This is all new to you. She proceeded to
tell me about the group of woman who formed to discuss methods of
controlling the sexual lives of their husbands and how it expanded
to include dominating and making them serve their wives as dutiful
husbands should. We have found that by merely controlling their
cocks, we controlled the whole person. How wonderful. We eventually
found that we could enjoy our husbands as sexual toys. We did not
have to cater to them, we did not have to get them "hard", in fact
we could snap our fingers and have a warm tongue soothing the days
problems away. Oh yes, a "hard" cock does have some advantage and
occasionally we could indulge ourselves. A carefully trained cock
could be a wonderful source of pleasure and the ultimate reward for
a husband is just an orgasm away. Think how simple. A few short
strokes for a deserving husband and their happy. Of course, each
time we allow such a reward, we must hold some penalty over their
heads to ensure they put their chastity belts back on. We have
found very convincing reasons for you to jump into your belt again.
Now, upstairs and you will find your clothes laid out on the bed.
If you need help, just come down here and we'll be glad to help
you.
I was totally shaken. This is definitely deeper than I planned
on getting. As I turned into my room, I was taken back. It was
simple. A large bed, dresser, and a closet. What really caught my
eye was the outfit laying on the bed. A real corset, stockings, old
fashioned bloomers, a cotton camisole, several lacy petticoats, and
a old fashioned dress. At the foot of the bed were high heel shoes.
I stormed out of the room and declared what the hell is this. I am
not wearing that stuff. Forget it.
They looked up totally nonchalant and Gloria held a key that
was attached to her necklace and said, I guess the party is over.
I'm sorry, I thought he would understand better than he did.
Gloria, my dear, they all react this way. We found that the shock
value of realizing their position was a better approach than doing
it slowly. As for you, I assume you realize that without your wife,
you have nothing. Oh yes. Your wife will always own your cock or
you will own nothing. Your choice. And I am sorry, I forgot to put
out your bra. It's still in the top draw. I would take a careful
look in the top draw before you say anything else.
I was speechless. I could simply give up everything, get the
chastity belt sawed off somehow and start all over. I opened the
draw and found some pictures. They were of me in my chastity belt,
shaving my legs and underarms and one of me having my legs waxed.
Then there were some that weren't right. Someone doctored up
pictures of me. I was on all fours with Gloria behind me wearing
what looked like this large cock. She never did that. There were
some with me even smiling back at her. This is blackmail. I would
have to move clear out of the state and start a new business. O.K.
just relax. How bad is this. The girls will have their kicks, and
in three weeks I'll be back home. Maybe, by then the belt might
come off. Mental orgasms aren't that bad. Just think. It really
isn't bad eating pussy every night and all I'm really doing is some
petty crap. Let's stick this out and show them I can take it.
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Synopsis: "My Loving Daughter". Man falls in love with his
step-daughter after becoming a widower. Chapter 2.
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OK, all. Here's Chapter 2...
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MY LOVING DAUGHTER
- A fantasy by E.
Chapter 2 - Sunbathing
The next day arrived all too soon. I hadn't gotten much sleep the
night before. It was the weekend, and Kit wanted to sun herself on
the deck. I told her that sounded like a nice idea, and that I'd
like to lie out in the sun with her for a while. Then I told her
she really shouldn't be lying in the sun without any suntan oil, so
I went into the bathroom, and after a bit of searching, found it
and brought it to her. She took the bottle, and said, "Daddy, I'm
not going to be able to rub this on my back, would you do it for
me?" I told her I surely wouldn't mind, as long as she would do the
same for me (I'd take any opportunity to rub my hands over her silken
skin.) She told me she'd be happy to return the favor. So we went
out onto the deck, and she lay down on her stomach on a beach towel.
There's a pretty high privacy fence around the yard, so I didn't have
to worry about any nosy neighbors looking in on us.
So there I was, in my loose-fitting gym shorts bending over my little
Kitten and rubbing suntan oil over her little back. Sometimes being
a father is really hard work, I laughed to myself. "Oh, that feels
so good, Daddy," Kit told her. "You're really good with your hands."
"Well, your mom thought so, too, Kitten," I told her, and we both
laughed, and were quiet for a while. After I finished with her back,
I rubbed the lotion into her supple neck, and I could feel her
visibly relaxing under me, as she sighed. "I could do your arms and
legs, too, if you want me to, Kit," I told her.
"Oh, would you Daddy? I'm just so relaxed right now, I don't think
I can move at all," she replied. So I lovingly applied the lotion to
both her arms, and then started working on her legs, starting with
her feet. As I made my way up her legs, she parted them slightly so
I could get everywhere. As I was rubbing the oil onto the backs of
her thighs, I let my hands "accidentally" bump up against her little
pussy. "Oops," I said, "sorry, honey." "Sorry about what, daddy?"
"Oh, nothing, hon," I replied. After I finished with her legs, she
said, "Daddy, would you do my front, too?" "Sure I will, Kitten.
Roll over." So she did, and I started rubbing the oil on her neck
and the space just above her budding breasts. The temptation to
take off her top and massage her little tits was almost too much
to bear. Next I began to massage her hard little tummy. As
nonchalantly as I could I "accidentally" allowed one of my fingers
to slip under the band of her swimming suit bottom. She didn't have
much hair down there yet. "Oops again," I joked, and she just
giggled. Then I went down to work on her feet again, making my way
up her legs. When I got to her knees, I bent down and kissed each
one. "You have cute little knees, Kitten," I told her. She just
laughed again and said "You're so silly sometimes, daddy." "Yeah,
I am, aren't I?" I answered. Next I lovingly rubbed the oil onto
her upper legs, being careful not to touch her little pussy again.
But when I got really close to her little mound, I could swear she
picked that time to shift around a bit, enough that the back of my
hand against her mound. I had quite an erection by this time, and
had my body turned a bit so she hopefully wouldn't notice my
condition.
After I finished with her legs, then she said, "OK, daddy! Now it's
my turn to do you. You want me to do your back first?" "I think
that would be a good idea, Kitten," I told her. So I lay on my
stomach, while she sat down on my butt and started rubbing the oil
into my back and neck. "That feels really good, Kitten," I said.
"You're good with your hands, too." "Am I really, daddy? You really
think so?" "Yes I do, Kit. You know my back bothers me a lot, and
the massage you're giving me really helps." "I'm glad, daddy. I
could rub your back every day if you wanted me to." I didn't know
what to say to that, so I just sighed, "That sounds fine, honey."
After a while, she finished with my back and legs, and I had to turn
around. Fortunately, by now my erection had gone down somewhat, so
I felt it safe to turn over. She sat on my thighs while she glided
her little hands over my chest and stomach, her cute little pussy
just scant inches from my struggling manhood. It was all I could do
to keep my cool. Then when she finished with that, she turned around
to rub my feet and legs. Looking at her little butt as she was bent
over rubbing my legs was just too much. My erection came back with
a vengeance. Then she turned back around, sat on my knees and began
to rub my upper thighs with the oil. It was no use. I couldn't hide
my erection any longer. In fact, from the breeze I felt, I was sure
the head of my cock was sticking out of my shorts.
"Daddy, your thing is so BIG!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just can't help it. It's a guy thing,
you know."
She just laughed, and then said something which really blew me away.
"Can I touch your thing again, daddy?"
"What do you mean 'again', Kitten?" I asked, although I was pretty
sure what she meant already.
"Daddy, you remember last night when I fell asleep watching that
movie?" she asked.
"I sure do, Kitten, that was one lame movie, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was, daddy. But I need to tell you something. I wasn't
really asleep." Well, needless to say, this moment was to become a
major turning point in our lives together. "You know I'm not such
a little girl anymore, and boys are...trying to...TOUCH me all the
time. But they're just silly little boys, and I don't like them.
But I like you, daddy. I like you bunches. And I want to touch you,
and I like it when you touch me."
Now what do I say to this? "Kitten," I told her, "I like you bunches,
too. But you know, most people would frown on this kind of thing."
"I know, daddy, but I don't care. I wouldn't tell anyone, and I know
you wouldn't tell anyone. So it's just us, daddy, and I love you so
much! I know you miss mommy, so do I. You need a woman, daddy, and
I want to be your woman."
My libido was warring against my common sense, and my libido won.
"Kit, you're only 14 years old. Do you know what you're saying?
Do you really know?"
"Oh, I know, daddy. I do. They teach us sex education in school,
so I know some stuff. And I also know that I love you. You're my
best friend, daddy. And I want you to be my boyfriend, too. I want
to do all the things with you that you did with mommy. I want to
love you the way mommy loved you." After saying that, she gingerly
reached over and grasped my cock in her oily little hand. Looking
into my eyes, the love in her eyes was almost too hard to bear.
Very gently, she began moving her slippery hand up and down my shaft,
never breaking eye contact with me. I'm damned, I thought, but at
that moment I couldn't care less.
"Baby, that feels so good!" I gasped. It wouldn't be long now.
"Daddy's gonna cum real soon!"
"Oh really, daddy? Does it feel that good? I want to watch this!"
So saying, the turned her attention to my rigid pole as she pumped
my shaft faster and faster. In no time, I felt the old familiar
stirrings, and then I was ejaculating my cum a couple of feet into
the air. When the spurts finally stopped, she said, "Daddy, that
was really neat! Did it feel good?"
"You bet, baby girl. It sure did." Heaven help me, but at that
moment I fell head-over-heels in love with my stepdaughter. "I love
you Kitten. I really do!"
"Oh, I love you too, daddy. I love you so much! Uh, daddy...can I
kiss you?"
"Yes, sweetheart, come and kiss daddy." She they lay herself across
me, and put her sweet little lips on mine. After a second, I felt
the tip of her tongue touching my lips, so I opened my mouth for her.
The feeling of her tongue on mine, such a forbidden feeling, reignited
the fire in my loins, and I held her hungrily against me, not wanting
the kiss to end.
"Wow! You're a great kisser, daddy! Not like the boys that want to
mess with me!"
"Well, I guess I've had a lot more practice than they have, Kitten,"
I laughed.
"I guess so, daddy," she giggled. "Uh...daddy...uh...would you do
some things to me now? I feel all tingly, and I want you to play
me like I did you."
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say. "OK, Kitten, but
let's go inside. We gotta make sure no one sees us. We could both
get in a lot of trouble if anybody saw us. Are you REALLY sure you
want to do this?"
"Yes, daddy, I'm very sure. I want to love you as much as I can, and
any way I can. I really want to. Would you teach me how to love
you? I want to do everything with you."
"Sure, Kitten, I'll teach you anything you want to know. Let's go
inside now. There's a lot I want to teach you..."
(To be continued in Chapter 3)
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