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cmslave:

ready to receive the Master’s blessing.

(via anothersecretfetish)

musingsfrombelow:

“There you go, nice and secure, *kisses crotch* see you again in three weeks or so”
“Why the thigh cuffs though too?”
“Increase the mental aspect for you, not that you’d get under it anyways but now you can’t even. Honestly though it’s my own mental aspect. I love you in thigh cuffs, they make you so feminine since you’re forced to only wear skirts or dresses and take small steps. That combined with knowing the belt is there, well, it’s just kind of an awesome though.”
“So, I have to be hobbled and denied orgasms to give you a hot mental image?”
“You act like this is the first time or some new strange turn of events”
“lmao, alright fair point.”
Of course it wasn’t three weeks straight. He’d let me out every 2 or 3 days when showering to properly wash, albeit with him watching(which in itself was a weird thing to get use to) and to make morning business.(though given the opening in the back it’s doable with the belt on as well, just a lot more annoying), as well as to get my hour of plug wearing in a day. Plus practical aspects, if walking through a metal detector is coming in your day unless you want an awkward scene it has to go. The chains work on honor system(but then again don’t most things in these types of relationships?) since there would obviously be times where I’d need full leg mobility, but he’d occasionally send a text asking for a picture to prove chain wearing next time I was in a bathroom.

And that’s how it went, that was our little plan. It was going to be a two month experiment in a new level of submission. The belt actually isn’t so bad, you get use to it quick, arguably except when horny you notice it less than a corset.(which I suppose on a plus side the belt wearing meant I was not obligated to my normal corset regimen). Essentially though, I was to be locked away most of the month except for during my period, and the day before and after it, which were to be reserved for hot, awesome sex.

Of course the belt didn’t mean we stopped play, of course not, that’d be too easy. We still fooled around just as much as ever, except only one of us ever got to have their genitals touched or reach orgasm. My lack of orgasms actually fed into even more for him as the weeks went on, especially as unlocking day approached.
“You know, you’ve been giving my head like crazy for the past week”
“Oh jeez it’s almost like all the fooling around while being locked away from my own genitals while counting down until I’m free makes a person need some kind of release, even if that release is getting someone else off.”

But eventually release day came, and it’s exactly like the second picture. You get home first, you wait with eagerness never experienced to come home. You hear him coming, you plot down, toy in hand, legs open as far as they can go:
*walks in*
“I’m not sure if you know or not but that toy isn’t going to do much good against steel”
“Well maybe I won’t even need the toy, it is release day Sir”
“Yes, and?”
“I thought maybe some fucking was in order, but if not can I please be released already”
“Of course, a little later”
*facepalm* You forget that he may not have the same urgency to release you since he’s been quite satisfied. But release he did, and good god the sex that night, good fucking god. The same some days later as well. And then back into the belt I went for round two. Although being as crafty as he was Sir found a way around chastity to get sex. One night when fooling around I see him get out the key for the belt, as one would expect, I get excited. He takes me out but prefaces it with a warning, “Don’t you dare reach for your pussy, I’ll have to tie you down, I’ll also have to give your butt one heck of a belting”. I waited for him to touch or enter, and he did enter, except he went in the backdoor, stayed there without ever touching the front door, and put me back in the belt. Then release week came up again though, and once again, good god the sex.

But that’s not where chastity ends, turns out there’s something incredibly satisfying about feeling that steel around you. Flash forward a few days:
“Sir…..I want to go back in the belt”
“Oh really? That’s great, but why?”
“I don’t know, it’s just a really powerful feeling. The level of submission is just really satisfying, and I feel really secure, secured in the contraption, secured in your ownership, secured in knowing I don’t even have the option access myself. It’s like a collar, but 23x more powerful, and you can wear it all the time with no one knowing. It’s just, can we be a bit more lax, I would like some more free days, and you must want normal sex more than two days a month”
“lol that is true. We can be more lax, but you do know you will have no say when it goes on and off right?”
“Oh of course sir”
“That’s pretty wonderful, I wanted to put you back in, the thought of you wearing it is just so powerful. I didn’t want to be overbearing with it though since I’m not the one wearing it and was going to wait a while.”

And that was some months ago, and I’m now very happily in quasi chastity. We don’t do the old system, now it’s just random stints, which is pretty fun, since I never know when it’s going to go on, or how long it will stay once it is on. I did give him one more gift the next morning when getting ready after he had put me back into it that night after requesting it,
“The thigh cuffs, you’re wearing them?”
“Well yes, of course, I am belted”
“But you don’t need to do that anymore, that was just for the original trial run”
“Of course I do, you’ve already expressed how much you enjoy them, especially with the belt. If I’m going to submit I might as well do it right.” *giant bear hug*

untameddarkmane:

If you can’t understand the appeal of this, you don’t understand what it means to relish the feeling of desire.