Chapter 07

A New Day, A New Test

Bound And Waiting

I opened my eyes and glanced wearily at the bedside clock; it was 10.37 am. It was rare for me to sleep that long. I checked my phone, and a message from an unknown number arrived in the middle of the night, which read, ‘Good girl xx MA’.

I briefly leapt out of bed and opened the window shutters to let in light. I lay back on the bed, with my legs spread wide exactly as Master Allan instructed and began masturbating. The moment the camera detected motion, a small blue light turned on. I assumed that Master Allan had just received his first notification for that morning.

Making sure I was directly facing the camera, I slowly circled my vulva with the index fingers of both hands. I had been aroused from the moment I first opened my eyes. For some reason, masturbating in front of the camera increased my arousal much faster than usual. In no time at all, I was saturated with fluid, which added to the lubrication.

I gently stroked my clitoris with my left index finger while fingering my vagina with two fingers of my right hand. The initial orgasm was intense, once again overwhelming my body, making me arch my back on the bed. As I masturbated, I unconsciously moaned and writhed in pleasure.

The second orgasm arrived not long after the first. I continued masturbating this way, and in no time at all, I began having multiple orgasms in quick succession. I was becoming insatiable. I wanted to make certain that I was impressing whoever was watching the livestream through the cameras.

My masturbating only stopped because my dog, Max, rushed into the room and half jumped onto the bed, as if to make sure I was alright. I stroked him whilst lying there, panting and recovering. I wondered whether I’d lost control at that point. Normally, I stop masturbating after one or, sometimes, two orgasms. Unless I’ve been instructed, I never take myself to the point of multiple orgasms. I am usually a very sexual person. But for some reason, I was beginning to find that this connection with Master Allan was taking me beyond my normal sexual boundaries or limits. I found I was staying aroused for much longer periods, and from such menial tasks or thoughts.

It was almost the middle of the day. I’d been naked the entire morning and decided it was time I showered. In warmer weather, I usually go naked, wearing only a collar or, at most, a singlet indoors. In fact, for the most part, when my normal Master is home, I always adhere to his rule to be naked indoors unless otherwise instructed.  I must admit, recently he has become more relaxed about the rules and doesn’t mind if I wear a singlet or even some lingerie.

In cooler weather, I might wear a light coat or windbreaker. He expects my arse and vagina always to be visually or physically accessible. Having known Master Allan for only a brief period, I’m starting to believe he is following the same rule book. 

Whilst showering, I deliberately kept my body exposed as much as possible to the bathroom cameras. I did the same when drying myself. I made sure my naked body was close and visible to the bathroom cameras. My goal was to please Master Allan; I wanted him to lust after me.

I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, examining the bruises and marks from yesterday's paddle and whip. I admired them as if they were a trophy for enduring such a rigorous session with Master Allan. Even though it was painful, it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure and orgasms it brought. The pain heightened the pleasure, making it even more powerful.

Today was going to be warm. I chose a medium-length white summer dress from my wardrobe to wear while shopping. It has two broad shoulder straps, a slightly cinched waist, and reaches my knees. I hoped it would at least conceal the bruises from yesterday's session. The dress is made of white cotton and looks nearly translucent in certain light. I laid the dress down on the bed.

Under the dress, I decided to wear the new chastity device from the set Master Allan gave me. It featured thin plastic-coated cables that fit snugly around my waist and another passing down between my buttocks, connecting to the vaginal plate. I’ve always preferred this one because of the way it fits tightly over my vulva, preventing masturbation. The metal vaginal insert can also be used with this belt.

The vaginal insert for this belt is made from stainless steel, measuring about seventy-five to ninety millimetres long, with three metal balls on a short stem. Each ball had a diameter of roughly thirty-five to forty millimetres. I inserted it into the slot in the vaginal plate in readiness to wear it. The very thought of me wearing this belt in public was beginning to arouse me.

I applied a thick coating of lubricant to the three balls of the inserts. I went into the bathroom with the belt and stood in front of the camera. Reaching between my legs, I carefully slid the metal insert into the entrance of my vagina, gasping as the cold steel penetrated me. The moment it was deep inside me, my labia snapped closed around the metal stem, as if it were hungry for possession. I closed my eyes as I adjusted the position of the plate to ensure it completely engulfed my petite vulva. I felt the insert pressing against the front inner wall of my vagina, the area near my G-spot.

I checked to make sure that the vaginal insert moved freely in the slot whenever I bent over or moved. I then brought the waistbands to the front and positioned them over the locking post. I then took the padlock and locked the belt around my waist.

That very moment, I heard that padlock click shut, and an intense feeling of helplessness and submission flooded through my body. This belt now owned me, possessed me, submitting completely to this contraption, which circled and impaled me. My body belonged to it, no longer mine. The slightest movement reminded me who was in control. It was there, teasing and testing me, rubbing against my G-spot whilst the plate pressed against my clitoris.

In no time at all, I was so aroused that I was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Breathing deeply, attempting to relax whilst I stared at myself in the mirror. The chastity belt was so slim that it exposed my entire naked body except for my vulva, which was trapped beneath the stainless-steel locking plate. It looked and felt sexy, not from what was showing, but from what wasn’t. The thought of a metal object impaling my vagina without it being seen added to this arousal. It didn’t even matter that I had the key to the padlock, nor that I could unlock it whenever I wanted. The feeling of submission overwhelmed all of this. Master Allan wasn’t here for me to submit to, but this mechanical device was doing the work on his behalf.

After dressing and checking myself in the mirror, I noticed the chastity belt was slightly visible through the delicate white cotton fabric. I thought it might appear different outside in daylight, but it was something I was willing to risk. My dress felt cool and hugged my curves.  Since it was a beautiful day, I grabbed a summer hat, my handbag and other stuff.  I was going to walk to the supermarket, so I decided to take Max with me. I clipped his leash to his collar before we both stepped out the front door.

The supermarket was a half-hour’s walk away, and I only needed a few groceries. With each step, the vaginal insert rubbed against the walls of my vagina, the plate pressing against my clitoris. The arousal increased with each step. Max was a large German Shepherd, which meant he was strong and occasionally pulled hard on his leash. Whenever he did this, I had to use a reasonable amount of force to control him. Exerting myself caused the insert to rub even harder against my G-spot. I had no control over the wetness forming between my legs. At this rate, I knew it wouldn’t be long before it trickled down my inner thigh.

Max and I hadn't even reached the shops when a powerful orgasm swept through my entire body, forcing me to stop and catch my breath. The moment it subsided, Brian, our local postman, stopped by on his scooter.

“Hey, Laura! Are you alright?” he asked in a caring way.

I took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, Brian, I’m fine. Max is pulling harder than normal, and I just cramped a little,” I replied, panting and blushing. “But thanks for asking.”

Max suddenly barked and growled at Brian. “Max, stop it!” I yelled. “What is it with dogs and postmen?” I joked.

“Ahh, it happens all the time. It’s either the scooter or it's the uniform,” Brian joked. "I've got to get going. See you later, Laura!” he said before riding off.

I continued walking to the shops, still feeling very aroused. I couldn’t help but smile when I bumped into Brian. He's such a nice guy and our regular postman. He’s delivered hundreds of parcels to our front door and is very used to seeing me partially or fully naked whenever I answer the door. 

Less than a few hundred metres further on, the bumping of the vaginal insert against the walls of my vagina or against my G-spot was too much, and another orgasm stopped me in my tracks. Even though I tried hard to prevent it, it was useless. It forced me to stop walking and wait for it to pass.

By the time I finally made it to the shops, I had experienced four orgasms. The wetness between my thighs was beginning to dribble down my inner thighs. I tied Max up to a post whilst I went into the supermarket.

By the time Max and I were back home, I was having multiple orgasms. I was so fucking horny. This device totally controlled me, now ruling my life. I had no control over my emotions and arousal. The longer I wore it, the more desperate it made me. Desperate to be touched, to be fucked, to give my body to whoever or whatever desired it. 

As soon as I was home, I threw my dress off, lay on the bed and began stroking my body. My abdomen, crotch and thighs were becoming so sensitive that when I ran my fingers over the flesh, it tingled, as if electric.

Moments later, an SMS arrived on my phone. I picked it up and read the message.

MA: ‘Have you had some difficulty walking to the shops?’

Me: ‘Yes, Master, I was.’

MA: ‘You are such a naughty little slut, aren’t you?’

Me: ‘Yes, Master, I am a naughty little slut.’

MA: ‘I want you showered. Lock the dog in the backyard. Front door unlocked. Put yourself in bondage on the bed, spread-eagled and blindfolded. The chastity belt key must be placed on the bedside dresser. Whilst you lie helpless, you can think about the visitor I am sending you.’

Me: ‘Yes, Master, thank you, Master.’

MA: ‘You have thirty minutes, slave girl, so you better get a move on.’

Me: ‘Yes, Master.’

Oh, shit! I thought. Master Allan must’ve been spying on me. I didn’t see or notice him, but then again, I was busy fighting the arousal from the chastity belt.

Now he was sending someone around here to do whatever Master Allan wanted, whilst I was in self-bondage. Who the hell was this person going to be, I wondered.

I quickly showered, focusing on cleaning my vulva through the chastity belt. I had leaked a lot of fluid from arousal today. After drying my hair and putting on makeup, I went downstairs and locked Max outside in the backyard. After unlocking the front door, I went back upstairs to my bedroom. I took a lambskin blindfold from our bondage toy box and placed it on the bed. I left the key to the chastity belt on the bedside dresser as directed by Master Allan.

With only ten to fifteen minutes remaining before this mystery guest was due to arrive, I started securing myself into bondage on the bed. I had already attached the wrist and ankle cuffs to the four corners of the bed with adjustable straps and fully extended each strap, attaching the cuffs to each corner. Feeling pleased that I could reach all the strap tails, I climbed onto the bed and sat in the centre.

I reached down and locked each ankle into the cuffs attached to the bed's bottom corners. I placed the lambskin blindfold on my head, but kept my eyes uncovered for now. I double-checked to confirm that I could easily reach the wrist cuffs and the strap tails. I lay back on the bed and started pulling on each strap tail from the ankle cuffs. Each time I pulled the strap tails, they locked into a new position, each time forcing my legs wider apart. As soon as my legs were spread as wide apart, I flicked the strap tails out of reach.

When using these straps for wrist cuffs, it's important to be able to reach the locking mechanism. If I can reach it, then I can unlock these straps. However, I can only free myself slowly, about 10 millimetres at a time. If the locking mechanisms are out of reach, then I am totally dependent on someone else to release me. This can place you in a dangerous predicament if the person never shows up.

I locked my wrists into the cuff attached to the top corners of the bed. Using my right hand, I pulled the strap tail attached to my left wrist cuff until my left arm was outwardly extended to the corner of the bed. The locking mechanism on this strap was completely out of reach of my left hand.

Next, I pulled the lambskin blindfold down over my eyes. The thick black wool blocked out all visible light. Using my right hand again, I slowly pulled the strap tail attached to the right wrist cuff until my right arm was fully extended. It was much slower to do this arm because of the limited movement I had with each pull of the strap. The locking mechanism on this strap was just within reach of my right hand if I twisted to stretch my body slightly. It was just enough to allow me to slowly release my right arm if this visitor didn’t arrive.

Now I was completely helpless in bondage. Apart from the chastity belt, I was naked and lying spreadeagled in the centre of the bed. Deprived of vision, I could feel the anxiety and nerves gradually begin to increase as I waited silently in anticipation of an unknown visitor arriving.

Assuming this guest would arrive on time, there were still five to ten minutes left before they were due. The blindfold was making my hearing more acute. Every sound outside or creak of the house seemed so much louder as I wondered if it was them.

I wriggled my body, pulling against the restraints, testing them to see exactly how vulnerable I was. Each time I moved my hips, I felt the metal insert move inside my vagina. The helplessness and vulnerability were making me incredibly aroused. Even more so than usual, as I had no idea who would arrive. When I wriggled my hips, the vaginal insert moved within me and the chastity plate against my clitoris.

This situation was the pinnacle of trust. I had to trust Master Allan one hundred per cent in his judgment of who he was sending if it wasn’t himself. I had no reason not to trust him. Yeah, I thought to myself, I still had time to free myself, get dressed, run downstairs and lock the front door. I know if I did that, I would struggle to reconcile it with myself, as I am not one for quitting.

This wasn’t the first time I had played this waiting game in self-bondage, anticipating the arrival of someone who was probably going to use my helpless body in whatever way they chose. I could feel the wetness forming between my spread legs. My arousal was beginning to peak with the thought and anticipation.  The more aroused I became, the more I wriggled my hips to make the insert move inside me. My clitoris was swollen, and its little bud was pressing against the underside of the chastity plate. My nipples were erect and rock hard, begging to be squeezed.

The insert consisted of several smooth metal balls mounted on a stem and fitted into a slot in the chastity plate covering my vagina. The labia and the entrance to my vagina clamp tightly around the stem while the steel balls rub against the vaginal walls. If the angle is correct, they might also stimulate the G-spot. Walking to the shops this morning and pulling against the dog on his leash probably caused this. I felt more aroused than usual during that walk.

I suddenly thought about the CCTV cameras in the room. I wondered who might be watching, whether the visitor was paying close attention, admiring what he was about to walk in on. My spread-eagled body would fill the shot from the overhead camera; my wetness between my legs, which now happened to be dribbling around the plate, would be visible up close to the camera at the foot of the bed.

The arousal, nerves and anxiety were incredible. Oh, please, whoever you are, hurry up and put me out of my sexual misery.

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