Chapter 09
Custom-Made Chastity
It doesn’t matter if I am being tested as a submissive, pushed to my limits, given an extreme task to fulfil; everything I do in my life as a submissive is always safe, sane and consensual.
I jumped immediately into the shower, trying to wash away all evidence of the visitor’s smell. Yet, despite scrubbing my body and shampooing my hair, his scent stubbornly remained. The house was filled with the stench of his rancid body odour, stale beer, and cigarettes, which felt like it clung to everything. I was beginning to think that my nostrils were coated with it. No matter how much scented body wash and shampoo I used, I couldn't fully conceal it.
I remembered a conversation with Master Allan in which he asked me to list everything that I physically dislike in a person, particularly in men. The visitor he sent to me had ticked most of those boxes. It was obviously a test. I must admit, looking back now, even though I didn’t like those things, it still didn’t stop me from becoming insatiable and fucking him like I was some possessed demon.
Once I was showered and dry, I stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washing machine. When I finally let Max back inside, he rushed around frantically, searching for the visitor. As he entered my bedroom, I heard him sneeze and snort a couple of times. This smell must’ve been bad if even a German Shepherd couldn’t handle it.
After dinner, I remade the bed and suddenly realised that the chastity device I’d been wearing earlier was missing. The visitor had unlocked and removed it whilst I was restrained. I thought he’d originally placed it on the dresser. I searched everywhere, but it was definitely missing. He must’ve taken it with him. But why?
I thought, I’ll worry about it tomorrow. But right now, I needed to go to bed. I was tired, and my exhausted body needed some rest. After being fucked by such a big cock I think my vagina was going to need a couple of days' rest.
For the next couple of days, I used the spare time to catch up with the housework and get things done around the house. Every morning and every evening, I masturbated in front of the CCTV cameras as instructed by Master Allan. He was unusually quiet at this time. I assumed he was busy with his new construction project. At least, this gave me some well-deserved time for my body to rest and recover.
On the third morning, I was woken at about 9:15 am by Max running around downstairs and barking loudly. Someone rang the doorbell while I was still fast asleep.
I quickly pulled on a singlet and rushed downstairs. A courier was still standing outside the front door holding a parcel. I held Max by his collar as I opened the door, shocking the courier. Even though Max was letting out a deep belly growl, I don’t think it was him that had shocked the courier. It was more likely from seeing me wearing a black collar, a short singlet, and nothing else. “Are you Ms Laura?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, that’s me,” I said, smiling.
“Parcel for you, Ms Laura,” he said, thrusting a box into my spare hand. “But you must sign here,” he continued, holding out a little electronic device with his other hand.
I dared not let go of Max, who was now in full protection mode. This guy was looking very nervous.
“Just give me a minute, please,” I said as I turned around and placed the parcel on the floor, making sure not to let go of Max’s collar. Max, being a former Police dog, can get very protective of me. For some reason, he wasn’t liking this guy.
When I turned to face the courier again, he looked as if he’d just seen a ghost, who still had his arm outstretched with the electronic device. I quickly scribbled my signature with my fingertip over its small screen. But before I could even finish, he pulled back his arm and quickly ran back to his delivery van.
I couldn’t help chuckling to myself, wondering if he saw more of me than he expected. It was his lucky day. For some reason, this guy was new and not our regular courier. Oh well, I was sure he’d get used to seeing me.
As I climbed the stairs, I looked over the parcel; I could tell by the labelling that Master Allan must’ve sent it. I went into my bedroom, sat on the bed, and began opening it. It had been a quiet couple of days, and I had a feeling that Master Allan was possibly watching me inspect the contents.
The parcel contained a new type of chastity device and a padlock left unlocked without a key. I took the device out of the box and examined it carefully.
I held it with both hands, turned it over, and carefully examined its construction. It consisted of a centre section attached to a thin, black, silicone-covered harness, similar in style to my other chastity devices. The waist harness wrapped around both sides of your body and over your hips, locking together on a small metal post at the front, just below your belly button. A third strap connected to the centre section and rose at the front between your legs. It joined with the other two ends of the waist strap onto the locking post. When the lugs of all three straps were on the locking post, a small hole in the post let the padlock lock them together.
Two additional straps at the rear attached to the back of the steel centre section and connected to the waistband. These straps passed up over the arsecheeks on either side of the crack.
The most interesting part was the ergonomically designed centre section. It was a smooth, rounded stainless-steel plate. Teardrop-shaped, with both ends rounded, one larger than the other. This plate was also gently curved lengthways to conform to the pubic area. A small, bulbous vaginal insert protruded inwards from the largest rounded end. The opposite end of the plate was about 25 mm in diameter, and its flat surface contained about twelve raised nodules.
It was obvious that this harness and device were to be worn with the bulbous protrusion from the plate inserted into the vagina, and the raised nodules at the opposite end rubbing and pressing against the clitoris.
The vaginal insert was bulbous, about thirty to forty millimetres in diameter, and its exterior surface was covered with small, raised nodules. It was mounted on the plate with a short 25-millimetre stem. The overall length of the vaginal insert was about 60 to 70 millimetres. The raised nodules on the bulbous end of the insert were designed to massage your vagina internally or to press and rub against the G-spot. When inserted into your vagina, the opening would close around the stem, ensuring it was held inside.
The opposite end of the plate, which was smaller and covered the clitoris, had twelve rounded nodules, each approximately six millimetres tall. The nodules were designed to massage the entire clitoral area with the slightest movement of your body.
This wasn’t so much a chastity device; it was designed purely for the wearer’s pleasure. You could clearly see it had been custom-made.
The black silicone straps were attached to the exterior of the plate to prevent the attachments from pinching or rubbing against your skin. Because the rear straps passed over both buttocks, rather than between them, your anus was fully accessible. This also meant daily toileting wasn't an issue, and I could wear the device for extended periods.
I found myself getting incredibly turned on, so much so that I was already beginning to feel the wetness between my legs. I was eager to try it out as soon as possible.
Moments later, a message arrived on my phone from Master Allan.
MA: Good morning, Laura. I trust that you enjoyed the visitor the other day??
Me: Good morning, Master. I didn’t at first, but eventually, when things relaxed a little, I did.
MA: What do you mean by that?
Me: Well, Sir. I can’t believe you managed to find someone who ticked at least eight items off my dislike list.
MA: Like what?
Me: Sir, I think you know the list I’m referring to.
MA: It was a test, Laura. I saw via the camera that you passed with flying colours again. It’s hard to find someone that bad. But don’t worry, I made sure he passed a health check. You’ll be fine when your body recovers, and his smell leaves the house.
Me: Hmmm. This session happened 2 days ago; it still might need more time.
MA: I noticed you opened your new parcel. Laura, please try it on and see how it fits.
Me: Yes, Master, I will.
I went and stood in front of the cameras mounted in the bathroom. I was already naked from the waist down, wearing only a white singlet. I was incredibly horny, and I knew he was watching me as I did this.
I opened the waist strap and positioned it around my body, so it sat above my hips. Each end had a washer-shaped lug which could be placed over the top of the locking post. I inserted the locking post through each lug to keep the waist strap in place. At this point, the centre section was dangling between my legs behind me.
I reached between my legs, grabbed the centre section, and pulled it forward and up towards my aroused sex. Making sure that the rear straps weren’t twisted, I placed the cold vaginal insert at the entrance of my vagina. After pausing for a moment and thinking, “Well, this is it. I’ve almost reached the point of no return,” I pressed the bulbous end into my vagina. I gasped as the cold metal insert and plate contacted my vagina. Even though I was dripping from arousal, I still had to wobble it a little to get my vagina to open to accept it.
I gasped the moment it finally penetrated. My slightly sore vagina entrance slammed shut around the insert’s stem, holding it firmly in place. The plate's shape was perfect, designed to hug the curve of my pubic region. There was a raised, narrow, rounded section that ran lengthways between the front and rear of the plate. It sat lengthways in the slit of my vulva, ensuring the plate stayed aligned and sat comfortably where it was supposed to. All this whilst the little nodules on the insert and the clitoral pad gently massaged my vagina.
I pulled the short third strap up from the plate and placed its lug over the locking post. I took a few steps around the bathroom to check how well it fit. When I walked, there was no rubbing of the sides of the plate against my legs or crotch. It was well designed.
I picked up the open padlock and kissed it, facing the camera, knowing full well that Master Allan would be watching. I locked the padlock over the locking post, securing the ends of the waist and centre straps together in front of my stomach.
The moment the padlock clicked shut, a slight wave of anxiety rushed through me. I was now entirely at the keyholder's mercy.
Another SMS arrived on my phone in the bedroom next door. I went to read it, and again it was from Master Allan.
MA: Good girl, Laura. The belt looks like it fits you perfectly. I adjusted the straps last night to match your other belt, which the visitor returned to me. I want you to enjoy your day, then report back on this belt. XXX
Me: Thank you, Master. I’ll give it a good test and report back later. XX
This explained why the visitor took my chastity belt two days ago. This way, the device could be adjusted to fit properly. I must say that it fit perfectly. It was comfortable to wear and pressed all the right places. I ran my hands over my bum cheeks to feel the straps at the back and find out how much access there was from behind. The two rear straps stretched enough to allow access to my bum if needed.
This wasn't for chastity; this device was designed purely for pleasure. I moved about in the bedroom, every bend, twist and movement with my body; I felt the bulbous head of the insert rub against my vaginal walls, my labia sliding over the rounded centre, and the nodules massaging my clitoris. It was certainly making its presence felt and increasing my arousal every step I took.
I dressed in a short white summer dress that hugged my upper body. The skirt only just reached my mid-thighs. I decided that Max and I should go for a walk along the beach at the end of my street. I picked up his ball and ball thrower, clipped his leash onto his collar and headed off to the beach with him leading the way.
Since meeting Master Allan at the nudist beach the very first time, it felt like I was constantly aroused day and night. Sex and erotic thoughts seemed to be the only things on my mind for the entire day and night. I’d heard of internet porn addiction, but never in someone’s physical life. I used to be able to control myself, but lately, I’d become incredibly addicted to bondage, sex, and everything to do with it. I’d always been labelled a nymphomaniac, always incredibly adventurous with anything sexually.
The short walk to the beach was more than enough to prove how effective this device was. Every step I took, I could feel the insert rubbing inside me. My clitoris had become swollen from arousal, the nodules doing exactly as they were designed to do. I had a wetness between my legs, which further allowed this thing to slide gently between my labia. I was so fucking horny.
The tide was out a long way. I led Max down to the water's edge before I disconnected his leash from his collar to let him run free. Every time I bent over to pick up his ball to throw, the sea breeze caressed my naked bottom and the back of my legs, reminding me that I was still more or less naked beneath the fabric. Moments later, as I picked up the ball to throw again, an orgasm flooded through my entire body.
It was intense enough to make me pause and take a deep breath as it passed. It wasn’t long after some more walking, bending and throwing the ball for Max before another orgasm arrived. This device was built for pleasure and nothing else. Vaginal chastity may have been the side benefit, but it wasn’t its main purpose.
After half an hour or so actively playing with Max on the beach, I was becoming an aroused wreck. I was so fucking horny it was unbelievable. My nipples were rock hard beneath the dress; now and again, one of them rubbed against a seam in the fabric, sending an instant spike of pleasure.
This device had taken ownership of my body. It did what it was designed to do, and it did it incredibly well, and I was loving every single second. I desperately wanted to touch my vagina. The more I moved, the more desperate I became.
Moments later, my friend Alistair, accompanied by his dog, Barney, walked up to us. I had known Alistair for years. He was a veteran, recently a widower and a very nice guy. I often saw him and his dog down here on the beach as he liked to keep fit and surfed regularly.
“Hi, Laura,” Alistair said cheerfully.
“Hi, Alistair. How are things with you?”
“So much better now that I have everything finally sorted out with the authorities since the passing of my wife.”
Alistair’s wife tragically passed just over 12 months ago, and he'd had nothing but issues trying to finalise all the legal requirements.
“That’s fantastic. It’s been such a long time. At least now you will be able to get on with your life and start enjoying yourself,” I said.
“Yes, exactly. What about you, Laura? I have to admit you're looking pretty good,” he said.
I began to blush. If he only knew how horny I was at this actual point. “Aww, thank you. Things are pretty good. Hubby is away working overseas for four or five months. I’m just hanging around home, exercising and keeping fit. I always keep myself busy to stop from getting bored,” I told him.
Max and Barney were busy playing dog chasey, or tag, with each other. A couple of times, I went and picked up the ball to throw for the dogs. It wasn’t until I bent over and felt the sea breeze between my legs that I was reminded of my vulnerability. Maybe Alistair got to see more than usual. I didn’t care now; I was too horny to care.
“Laura, If it’s okay with you and your husband, would you like to go out for a drink with me one day? As friends, of course. It might help stop some of the boredom,” Alistair offered.
“Yes, I’d love that very much. You don’t have to worry about my husband; we live quite an open relationship if you hadn’t figured it out already,” I explained, which happened to make him smile.
“You know where I live. Next time you're going past, drop your number into my letterbox, and I’ll give you a call,” I said.
Suddenly, I thought I could just give him mine now. “Hang on for a sec,” I said. I knelt on the beach in front of him, picked up a stone, and wrote my mobile number in the sand. “Alternatively, you can have mine right now, if you can remember it,” I laughed.
“That’s easy. I’ve got it,” he replied with a chuckle. Then went on and said, “Sorry, Laura, I've got to go. Hopefully, we can catch up for a drink sometime soon.”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll look forward to it,” I said, giving him a little wave as he jogged off up the beach with Barney following along.
He was such a nice guy, and it was so sad his wife passed away so young. I couldn’t begin to imagine what he went through. He was the sort of guy I couldn’t help feeling some attraction to. We saw each other regularly down here along the coast.
I walked along the beach, my sandals and Max’s leash in one hand and the ball thrower in the other. With each step, the device fixed between my legs constantly reminded me of its presence. The faster I walked, the more control it took from my body. The arousal seemed to be spreading further than just my crotch. My inside thighs were becoming sensitive to touch. I don’t mean painfully, even though I still had a couple of small marks on my inner thighs left behind from the visitor. I mean erotically, in a sensuous way. Not only were my thighs much more sensitive, but so were my arse cheeks and the backs of my legs.
Each time I’d bent over to pick up the ball to throw for the dogs, I felt the sea breeze caressing my skin beneath my dress.
My nipples had been hard from arousal since the moment I locked this device onto my body. Both my breasts were super sensitive to touch. These feelings only grew more intense as time went on; I didn’t imagine them abating anytime soon.
I sat down on a big rock jutting from the beach. As my weight lowered onto the plate, the vaginal insert pushed deeper into me. I gasped at the feeling. This was the first time I’d sat since locking this device onto me. I was close to orgasming. The more I tried to stop it, the closer I got. This device was giving me intense pleasure; I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.
The moment it made me orgasm, I leaned forward, fighting it. This made the insert press against my G-spot, which only made the orgasm last longer and become more intense. I took a deep breath, trying to relax in the hope it would pass. It only increased my arousal further.
I decided it was impossible to fight this beast. I needed to relax into it and give it whatever it sought. In no time at all, I began grinding my hips back and forth on the rock. Not big movements, only those small movements you might do discreetly in a restaurant or a cinema. Just enough to have an effect, not enough for someone to notice.
Another wave of small orgasms flooded through me. It started becoming a thing where the boundaries between the orgasms blurred. The whole day was filled with indescribable pleasure.
By the time Max and I returned home, it was late in the afternoon, and we were both exhausted, Max from ball chasing and playing with other dogs, me from the pleasure this metal beast produced between my legs.
I slipped the dress off over my head, and the very next minute my phone rang. It was Master Allan.
“Hello, Laura. I see you’ve had a big day down at the beach. How did things go?”
“Hello, Master. Things went great, a hell of a lot more intense than I could’ve ever expected.”
“Oh, Laura, please tell me.”
“Well, Sir. Apart from Max having the time of his life, I can’t even begin to describe how much pleasure this device creates, nor what it does to you physically. So much so, I am beginning to think that it’s taking control of my body. No matter how hard I try to fight the feelings or the arousal, it just fights back even harder.”
“So, it's pretty intense?” he asked excitedly. “That’s why its design was carefully thought through. So how do you handle that then?” he asked.
“Well, Sir, I have fought this thing all day and keep losing. I am now just leaning into the pleasure, letting it control me in the way it was designed. It feels like I have no control over my own body. I’ve had so many orgasms today that I’m struggling to tell when one starts or finishes. It’s all become very blurry. But, in a good way.”
“That’s great, Laura. I am so pleased with your feedback. It’s much appreciated.”
“Oh, Master, something else I forgot to mention. I noticed as the day progressed and even right now, my thighs, legs, and breasts have become much more erotically sensitive. I have never experienced anything like this before. It’s as if the overwhelming arousal has spread out over a much larger area.”
“That’s amazing and very unexpected. I wonder if this will keep intensifying. I guess you can tell me in due course. I am leaving you locked into this for at least a few days.”
“Yes, Master, thank you,” I said, which is something I say when I don’t know what to say. I laughed to myself, not knowing whether to be happy or a little frightened.
“Okay, Laura, I must go. I want you to experiment with masturbation tonight on your bed. Or, at the very least, I want you sleeping the entire night in bondage. I’ll check on you via the cameras. Oh. I noticed you talking to a fit man on the beach today. You can tell me more about him next time I see you. Have a good night, speak soon,” he said finally, hanging up before I could say goodbye.
For fuck’s sake, how did he know I was talking to Alistair? I didn’t see Master Allan anywhere. It was as if he had spies following me everywhere. That was exactly why I made sure I followed his instructions to the letter.
After showering and dinner, I decided to call it a night. Max was no company; he’d been lying on his bed in the living room, asleep and snoring for the last couple of hours. Poor dog, he must’ve been exhausted, as was I.
I lay in the centre of the bed, my body aroused and tingling. I stroked my thighs, and it made me more aroused than ever before. I bent my knees and gently stroked the backs of my legs near my bum cheeks, and it felt amazing.
I rolled over onto my front and pushed my crotch into the bed. The nodules pushed harder into my clitoris, intensifying the arousal again. I reached around to my arse crack and ran a finger across my sphincter, and it tingled like never before. I then gently stroked the perineum and couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.
Suddenly, I had an idea to please Master Allan, who was most likely sitting in front of a screen somewhere, watching me do this on camera.
I took a wand vibrator out of the dresser and lay back on the bed, face up. I turned on the vibe and placed it initially at the top of the plate, located where the nodules massaged my clitoris. In no time at all, I was arching my back and moaning from the intense pleasure. I stopped when I thought I was orgasming. But, at this stage of the day, I was having difficulty determining if I was or wasn’t. This entire day had been full of intense, nonstop pleasure. I still couldn’t believe I was lying on the bed and even doing this.
Next, I placed the vibe against the bottom end of the plate, the part where the vaginal insert was mounted. The feeling was electric and incredibly intense as the vibrations travelled from the plate into the insert. In no time at all, I was rolling back and forth, moaning loudly, feeling incredible as the vibrations penetrated me to the core. I held the vibrator in position, reached around behind me, and pushed a finger about an inch into my anus. A split second later, I orgasmed so hard that I squirted. Fuck I couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.
I switched off the vibe and lay there, panting. Fuck, what a day. It was intense. Time to get some sleep. I was so exhausted. But first, I had to follow Master Allan’s instructions and sleep the night in bondage. It was a cool night, so I threw a blanket on the bed beside me.
I loosened all the bondage straps still attached to the corners of the bed and began placing myself into bondage, the same way I did for the visitor. Except tonight, I needed to get some sleep, so I was going to make sure my arms and legs had more movement. The straps wouldn’t be as tight as they were for the visitor, but I was sure it was still going to look erotic for Master Allan watching me from afar.
With the strap on my right wrist cuff still loose, I pulled the blanket up over my upper body, leaving the lower half uncovered for the camera. I turned off the bedside light and then finished tightening the last strap. Thirty seconds later, I felt a weight on the bed beside me. It was Max. He decided my bed was a better place to sleep than his bed in the living room. He stretched out along my right side with his furry back pressed against me. I didn’t care; he was soft and warm, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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