England, 2024.
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It had been a wonderful weekend, fucking and sleeping in Ronnie's London home. Maggie was on her knees once more as his big boner was wedged up her from behind. Her favourite position. When he had spunked inside her, they laid naked in each other's arms in post-coital bliss.
"Darling?" he asked in his husky voice.
"Mm?"
"Just how often do we make love?"
She lifted her head and grinned back at the gorgeous man.
"Every time I get your cock up me!"
Ronnie whacked her playfully in the face with a pillow.
"No, I mean it. How often did you ever do it before we met? Most days? Once or twice a week?"
"Well," she sat up and her pert tits heaved as she spoke. "Most days whenever I was going steady. Most weeks if my luck was in."
"Right. I have to go away on some business for a week. And while I'm gone, I want you to give up every form of sexual activity. No sex, no masturbating, nothing."
"What? Piss off! You've spoiled me these last few weeks. It would drive me bloody mad not touching myself now and again. I'd be gagging for it."
"Exactly. I have this idea that if I deny you for one week, the next time we do it will blow your mind."
"You mean, absence makes the pussy grow fonder?" she grinned.
"Something like that."
Ronnie got up from the bed and rummaged around in his closet. Already her loins tingled like crazy. A week? A bloody week! So unfair.
"What's that?" she asked, cocking her head.
"Something from my toy collection. It'll help keep you from temptation."
"You, mister. Are a man of mystery." Ever since they had become a couple, she had found him to be full of surprises. "Is that what I think it is?"
"A modern type of chastity belt, yeah. It's made of surgical steel and padded rubber and has adjustable, vinyl straps. It's been designed to be comfortably worn under normal clothing and fits snugly around the waist. You'll hardly know you're wearing it."
"Yeah, right. What about using the toilet?"
"There are small holes for urination without having to take the belt off. You just can't pleasure yourself in any shape or form."
"You're taking all this seriously. I have to have this on for seven days?"
Ronnie nodded as he slipped the belt around her small waist. Next, he swung the curved piece that was hinged on the back and brought it up between her legs. It clicked in place onto the front, and Maggie's muff was covered by the inch-and-a-half wide vaginal cover. Sex was truly out of the question. Before she could utter another word, he snapped a small but effective padlock into the shackle. He then gripped the key in the palm of his hand and grinned.
"And I'll keep this. Just in case. See you next Saturday."
He took off, leaving her to stroke her new toy that cinched in her waist and upper thighs. She tapped it with a fingernail and sure enough, her pussy was as snug as a bug in a rug.
"This. Is going to be a long week."
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Over the next seven days, Maggie thought of nothing but sex. There had been no way she could touch her vagina or clitoris by hand. So frustrated was she that she had been embarrassed to find herself one afternoon rubbing her crotch at the high-level counter at the local grocery store! Another time she hugged the washing machine as it went through the various cycles. So, it had been a blessed relief when Ronnie finally returned home. She showed up at his flat in Hampstead in a highly aroused state.
"Take a nice bath and get yourself in the mood. I left a new item to wear you might like."
Get in the mood! She had been in the mood for it all fucking week! Upstairs, she ran a bath and luxuriated in the pleasant bath bombs. Once refreshed and squeaky clean, Maggie dried herself and jiggled her chastity belt in exasperation. On the back of a chair, she saw a brand-new item of lingerie. She put it on and did a twirl in front of the full-length mirror. Ronnie called out from the bedroom, and she padded barefoot to him.
Without a word spoken, the pair begin to undress each other. His hands worked on opening the flimsy satin ribbon that tied the front of her white baby doll nightie, her hands pulling the dark shirt quickly over his head. Holding hands, he led her to the bed, and she laid on her back, with her left leg bent at the knee and out, wantonly displaying her hidden mons. His stiff dick bobbed in front of him as he bent over her to cup her delicious tits, lightly pinching and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
He moved down her slender body, kissing her soft flesh down the valley of her stomach and pausing at her navel. The slender but toned filly had virtually no body fat, and her stomach was lightly defined and slightly concave. Lower down, her legs scissored as her loins became heated and moist, longing for him to unshackle her tucked-away sex.
"Ronnie! I'm dying here."
"Trust me, relax."
Maggie lifted her head, and her dark hair framed her pretty face. She watched him fetch four lengths of yellow chiffon silk from the nightstand. As agreed beforehand, Maggie stretched out along the bed. He first moved to the top left corner, securing her left wrist to the post with a firm knot of the silk. Her eyes followed him as he took her other arm and tied that wrist up also.
"Kick your legs out, my darling."
Now, she had both arms raised above her head and out in a Y shape. He did the same thing to her ankles, using two lengths of the silk to tie them to the posts at the bottom corners of the bed. Thus, Maggie was spread out helplessly before her saucy lover. She wriggled on the bed, testing her binds as well as grinding her backside into the mattress. Anything to appreciate contact with her nether regions.
"Can you take this thing off now and fuck my brains out?"
Satisfied that she was fastened well, Ronnie returned his attention to her breasts. Her bondage heightened the physical sensation of his lips and tongue on her fleshy globes. His lips flicked out rapidly here and there, and tiny whimpers punctuated the sound of his smacking lips.
"Please! It's been long enough!"
"Fair enough. Now, where did I put that key?"
"OOO, you fucking tease!"
Ronnie laughed as he produced the tiny key and unlocked the belt. For Maggie, the relief was immense. Her lover fanned her new pubic growth with his hand to relieve her of any itching, and his erect cock throbbed like mad. The feel of fresh air on her snatch was intense as she raised her head. Now her sweaty muff had become exposed, he saw that her pubes had grown out. He took a big whiff of her feminine aroma and whistled. Her inner lips were dappled with a tell-tale trickle of her juices as he parted her thighs. She watched intently as Ronnie used a wet wipe to remove any excess waste, sliding the tissue from her anus to clit. Even this simple gesture had her virtually creaming herself.
"Do it. Lick me out. Make me cum." He fingered her new light brown curls quickly and then abruptly stopped. vulnerable.
"Now what?"
He returned momentarily with a bowl of warm water, shaving cream, and a razor. She looked on as he placed a couple of white fluffy towels under her butt to absorb any water.
"You need a trim."
"I do?"
He got to work and took out a wet washcloth and dripped water on her pussy. Then he carefully applied some shaving soap and began to rub it all around and just inside her pussy lips. Maggie responded and automatically began to hump up at his hand.
"Please," she begged as she watched the thick white foam begin to vanish under the blade.
In a trice, he had used the razor to save off her pubes so that her mound felt as smooth as a baby's bottom. He dried her off and then used his fingers to test her puffy labia, which made his lover quiver in her silken binds. The scent of her cunt together with the fresh hint of shaving foam made his cock physically ache. She bucked and thrashed as she struggled on her back. Unable to hold off any longer, Ronnie ran his pointed tongue up the inside of her left inner thigh to the point where her leg finished, and her newly shaven pussy protruded. He skipped her mound and licked her right thigh to her knee. She watched him, eyes transfixed on her lover, as he moved ever so closer to her pussy. Every pore in her body leaked perspiration as tremors of excitement stirred in her entire body.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I can see you are," he said as he noted tiny beads of moisture on her bald muff to accompany the constant leaking of her love juices.
Tied to the bed, Maggie was unable to do a thing but accept the slow torture. His hands traced out a line on the outside of her mound, nearing but never touching her moist and plump lips.