Stacy and Becca lie together on Becca's simple bed. The girls are both completely naked, except for Stacy's skirt and the chastity belt beneath it.
Becca pulls Stacy in closer to her. Her skin is still damp from the recent rigorous sexual experience Stacy gave her.
Stacy can't bear to move. She's lost in the happiness Becca's warmth gives her. She can't stop smelling her girlfriend's hair. She wears a big, goofy smile on her face. She tries to have as much of her soft, young skin in contact with Becca's as possible.
This is perfect. Except for…
Stacy's pussy throbs a needy reminder into her loins. She twists her hips awkwardly, trying to relieve some of the discomfort of her denial.
Becca realizes Stacy doesn't feel as blissfully relaxed as she does and grabs hold of her hand.
"I'm sorry, hun. I should never have put you in this position," Becca offers, clearly feeling bad.
Stacy wraps her smooth, vanilla leg around Becca's and pulls them together, even tighter. There's not an inch between them.
"You didn't. I chose this," Stacy admits, squeezing Becca's hand in hers. "I wanted to do this. For you."
Stacy rubs her nose cutely against Becca's. Becca's eyes widen with adoration. She almost looks like she wants to cry.
Becca, be with me forever.
"I wanted to show you how much I care about you," Stacy explains. "I needed you to know how much I want to be with you."
Becca nods, trying to free herself from the emotions overwhelming her heart.
"Oh, it's okay, hunny!" Stacy giggles, kissing Becca's eyelids.
"You are too good for me. I haven't done anything to deserve this, to deserve you," Becca whines. She sniffles and rubs her face into the pillow, trying to dry her eyes.
Stacy feels the urge to cry as well. She pushes her lips against Becca's and kisses her with all the passion in her heart. The soft and tender firmness of her mouth causes Becca's whole body to go limp.
"I'd do anything for you," Stacy promises, staring into her girlfriend's eyes as she finishes the kiss.
Becca seems almost disoriented by the intensity of Stacy's affection.
"Including, wearing this," Stacy adds, pressing her locked vagina against Becca's satisfied pelvis.
Becca emits a whimpered moan of sympathy.
"Stacy, you are so special to me," Becca whispers, tracing her hand over Stacy's naked breasts. "I'm so excited, just being near you, just looking at you. You excite me to my core, but it's more than that. You make me feel warm and heavy…"
Becca suddenly feels very shy and averts her eyes from Stacy.
Becca, I love you. Just say it! Tell her.
Becca clears her throat and changes the subject.
"Are you going to be okay? You've never worn a device like this, have you?"
Stacy runs her hand over the rigid metal frame around her waist.
"Why did you agree to wear it?" Becca asks, finding a comfortable spot on Stacy's chest to place her head.
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Miss Cara places a chastity belt on the coffee table in her living room. Stacy stands in front of it, nervous and weirdly interested.
"Do you want to know how it works?" Cara asks. She admires Stacy's cute, bare feet as she waits for an answer.
"This is the same one Becca is wearing?"
"The exact same one, dear," Miss Cara confirms, tapping her fingers against her hip.
Stacy picks the belt up to get a closer look.
Not as heavy as I thought it would be. Becca's wearing this right now…
Stacy tries to imagine everything Becca would be feeling while this device is strapped to her. She runs her delicate fingers around the inside of the belt. There's a soft, black lining that runs along the seem of the waist and crotch.
"That lining is made of high quality neoprene," Miss Cara explains. "It's the finest belt money can buy, as far as comfort goes. It's almost like wearing a really heavy pair of panties."
"Panties you can't remove," Stacy adds, unable to remove her eyes from the belt.
Miss Cara giggles and walks up beside Stacy pointing to the metal waistband. Stacy can't help but feel an alluring pull towards Cara's scent. The woman's nylons rub softly up against the side of her leg.
"The waistband is put around the top of your hips and pulled tight. The width of your hip bone will make it impossible to just pull them down like underwear," Cara points out, leaning closer to Stacy as she talks. "Then, this bottom strap will come around between your little cheeks and wrap up in front of your vagina. We just lock that in place here, with the little bolt attached to the front of the waistband."
Stacy feels a little excited as Miss Cara's fingers touch hers. Holding this ancient sex device in her hands is causing her to feel alive with nervous energy.
"It's safe to wear?" she worries, out loud.
"Of course. Do you think I'd make either of you two girls do anything under my supervision that could possibly harm you?" Cara asks, a loving look of concern in her eyes.
Stacy shakes her head slightly.
"Exactly, dear. Becca's worn this for close to a month before. She was completely fine. Well, physically she was," Miss Cara says, becoming quiet as she seems to drift off into some naughty memory.
Stacy stares at the belt again, trying to imagine wearing it. It looks so alien, so unsettling, yet she doesn't feel scared by it.
"So, would you like to try it on then?" Miss Cara inquires. Her beautiful, long hair smells like heaven and it seems to be magnifying her sensuality.
Can I do this? I'm just trying it on. I haven't committed to anything yet. Becca is wearing it right now. There's nothing to be worried about. Right? Come on, Stacy.
"Alright," Stacy says, nodding gently. She swallows a lump in her throat.
Miss Cara smiles and feels compelled to run her fingers through Stacy's dark hair.
"Awe, good girl. I'm proud of you."
Stacy feels like Miss Cara is patronizing her a little, but the words actually fill her with a pleasurable gratification.
"Thanks. Um, should I just go into the bathroom and put it on?" Stacy wonders, unsure how to proceed.
"Oh, don't be silly," Cara laughs. "I'll help you put it on right here. You've got nothing to be shy about, do you? Not with an adorable body like yours, hmm?"
Stacy can feel herself becoming aroused as she's embarrassed. Her hot, warm face fills with blood and the excited nerves in her belly make her feel wet.
"Take off your panties, hun," Miss Cara instructs, calmly.
Oh god. Settle down. Just relax and follow her directions. Don't think about anything.
Stacy puts the belt down and tries getting her hands up under her tight work skirt. She can barely reach her underwear.
"Let's just take off your skirt. You won't be able to get the belt on wearing it anyways," Cara suggests, putting her hands on Stacy's waist and undoing the skirt's buttons.
Feeling Miss Cara's hands on her body again, causes Stacy to feel incredibly submissive. The strong woman undoes her clothing and the skirt falls to her feet. She stands, frozen for a moment, just in her pink thong and expensive top.
Relax Stacy. It's okay. Calm down.
But seeing Cara in front of her, in those tall heels and nylons, makes Stacy bubble with arousal. She feels her pussy tighten and begin to ache subtly as her bum flutters with pleasurable tingling.
"Stacy, dear, your panties?" Miss Cara repeats, picking up Stacy's skirt and folding it onto a nearby chair.
Stacy begins to slowly pull down her underwear without hesitation. Miss Cara's request is something she definitely doesn't want to resist. It gives her too much satisfaction obeying her commands.
As the pink thong descends past her knees, Stacy immediately feels the cold air on her exposed, damp lips.
Oh god, this is awkward. This is embarrassing, always being so horny in front of her. Why can't I control myself!? Every time she sees me like this, she knows how much power she has over me.
Miss Cara collects Stacy's panties and inspects them briefly.
"Mmm," Cara purrs, enjoying the scent and feel of the girl's underwear in her hand, "this chastity business has you excited does it?"
Stacy tries to hide the redness of her face. Being humbled or humiliated in this small way always turns her on so much, but frustrates her to no end. She can feel her exposed clit, buzzing between her rosy, wet lips. She reaches for the belt on the coffee table, but Miss Cara stops her.
"Hold on a moment, dear. There's something else we must do first."
Miss Cara walks across the room as beautiful and elegant as always. She comes back with a small, white box.
"You remember this?" she asks, pulling a tiny, egg shaped vibrator from the case.
Stacy's naked bum makes her feel incredibly vulnerable. She can't help thinking about the night at the bar when Cara had the small device inside her, forcing her to want to gush all over. Her pussy begins to pulse heavily with need.
"Yes, Miss Cara, I do," Stacy manages to mumble, despite the tightness in her chest.
The woman brings the smooth toy over to Stacy and puts it against her clit. Cara gently caresses the back of Stacy's neck with her other hand as she looks into her eyes.
"Do I excite you, Stacy?" Miss Cara whispers, kissing the girl's forehead.
Stacy shivers lightly as the little toy presses into her pleasure button. Her arms hang at her sides, unable to move. Miss Cara smells lovely and her voice is like caramel.
"Yes, Miss Cara. But, why do I need that inside me?"
Cara moans in Stacy's ear as she slowly begins to move the egg up and down, wetting it on Stacy's dripping lips.
Oh fuck. Why does she love to tease me so much? I'd give anything to have her make me cum again.
"If you are to be wearing this belt for the next few days, we won't have any access to the inside of your delicate, little pussy. This will ensure that, you will always be, well… aware of what you can't have."
Oh god, that sounds torturous.
"That sounds a little cruel, doesn't it?" Stacy questions, hoping Cara's fingers slide inside her.
"It won't be that bad, dear," Cara comforts, continuing to slather the toy with Stacy's arousal. "I just don't want you getting bored. And I want to be able to treat you when you're being good. Doesn't that seem alright?"
Stacy's pussy is still very swollen and pent-up from the day's earlier teasing. She can feel the sexual anxiety in her belly rising into her chest, making it harder to breathe.
"Okay, I'm trusting you. Because that's what Becca would want me to do," Stacy asserts, trying to stay firm, despite her horny, trembling pussy. It throbs harder now as Miss Cara plays with its hard clit.
Cara pushes the smooth device past Stacy's thick, pink lips. They swallow the toy up with a distressing hunger.
Stacy almost yelps from the intense pleasure her cunt sends up into her body. She can feel her swollen walls and glands contracting around the vibrator. Her legs feel weak and become unsteady.
Miss Cara picks up the belt and opens it.
"Alright, let's put this part around your waist, like this."
Cara stands right up against Stacy as she has the girl pull the steel belt around her. Stacy can feel Miss Cara's warm breasts pressing gently against hers. She positions the waistband just above her hip bones.
"There. Now, we tighten it like this," Cara explains, twisting a metal piece behind Stacy's back. "So that it's nice and snug." She closes the plate down, making sure the waistband won't loosen at all. "How does that feel?"
"It's more comfortable than I thought. It's kind of tight though, on my hips, and a little on my belly. If I had to pee it would be a bit uncomfortable," Stacy admits. She moves around a little in her new accessory. It feels restrictive, but it's almost comforting in a weird way.
"Yes, well, the real discomfort doesn't come from the physical belt, but more from the restricted access to your lovely pleasure spots. And don't worry about having to use the washroom. See the bottom strap here, there's little holes in the front for your pee to go through. It will be a little trickier than you are probably used too, but I have a bidet in both of the upstairs washrooms, to make cleaning quite easy."
The reality of this whole situation is beginning to weigh on Stacy's consciousness. She can feel her body getting heavy and her head becoming light.
What am I doing? I can't get myself into this. This is too weird.
Miss Cara seems to notice Stacy's unease and puts her arms around her warmly.
"You don't have to do this, dear," Miss Cara says, hugging Stacy affectionately. "I just thought this would be the best way for you to really understand your little girlfriend. To experience what she's gone through, to feel her urges and desires and to trust in me completely."
Stacy feels herself melting in Cara's arms.
This feels so good. She loves Becca and protects her. She's not going to hurt me. I know that. This might not be easy, but, if it will get me closer to Becca…
"I want to do this, Miss Cara. Three days, right?" Stacy asks, clarifying the details.
Cara slowly lets Stacy go and takes a step back, sizing her up.
"Yes, seventy-two hours, from the time I lock the belt up," the woman states, pulling the remote control from the box. She doesn't press any of the buttons though, she just looks at it casually and makes sure Stacy sees it too. "It's Friday afternoon now, which means, by the end of the day Monday, you'll be done."
Stacy can feel the egg sitting inside her, making sure none of the aching, swollen muscles inside her pussy can relax.
"And you want me to stay here all three days? Can I do what I want? Can I be with Becca?" Stacy asks, checking her boundaries.
"Yes. You will be wearing this belt to better understand Becca. Part of that is to be here for an extended period of time. If it isn't during work hours and Becca is home, and I don't need either of you for anything, then I don't see why you two can't spend some time together."
Stacy thinks for a moment. The conversation seems to have turned to bargaining.
Miss Cara presses the remote and Stacy feels the vibrator come to life inside her.
Ohh, fuck! This isn't fair!
She can feel the tight, swollen tissues around the device spasm from its pulsation. Her quivering lips allow her wet arousal to drip between her legs.
"Oh my goodness, you smell horny, sweetheart. Oh, it's delightful. Part of me really doesn't want to put this belt on you. My mouth is watering just thinking about that wet cunt of yours."
Stacy is now in heat as she tries to concentrate on the agreement being discussed. Her young pussy throbs with pleasure and sends distressing pangs into her ass and stomach.
"You'll give me Becca's key though? As soon as you lock me?" Stacy asks, through whimpered groans.
"As soon as I lock your belt, you can have the key to Becca's."
Miss Cara moves a little closer to Stacy now, unable to take her eyes off the horny girl in front of her.
"Can you feel the toy, dear? It should be sitting there right against your G-spot," Miss Cara says, placing her excited fingers against Stacy's moist cunt. She slowly moves them up and down along the girl's slit, from top to bottom. Every time she touches Stacy's clit, the girl jumps wildly. She can't help but become turned on by this herself.
"But, if I agree to do this," Stacy mumbles, her belly beginning to cramp in distress, "what do I get out of it?"
Miss cara raises an eyebrow as she reacts to Stacy's demand. Her fingers don't stop though, they quicken and focus on Stacy's trembling bead. It gets harder and harder against the soft fingertips.
"Besides Becca's key of course?" Cara remarks.
Stacy nods. Her pussy throbs as the toy buzzes inside her. She can feel herself leaking honey onto Cara's fingers. Her clitoris shoots lightning bolts of bliss into her belly and ass, making it difficult to stay standing.
"Greedy girl. The whole purpose of you doing this is a reward, almost in itself. It will bring you closer to Becca, living as she does for three full days. You'll experience what she does and understand her on a whole new, much deeper level. Of course, you'll be a lot closer with me as well." Miss Cara turns the vibrator up.
Oh fuck! I want to cum! Please, please.
Stacy shakes on her wobbly legs as her pussy begins to convulse around the smooth toy. Her G-spot aches and begs to explode inside of her.
"Miss Cara, please, I can't think! I want to cum," Stacy begs.
"I have to make sure our little device is working, dear," she says, keeping Stacy's clit stimulated. "You are not to cum, darling."
Oh god. Focus!
Images of Becca's feet and beautiful bum bombard Stacy's consciousness. The way Becca smells and the adorable look that's always on her face makes Stacy moan.
"And if I wear if for three days… you'll allow her to be with me after?"
Miss Cara fingers Stacy's honeyed lips. She can feel the girl's juices leaking out of her as she teases her.
"As long as you behave and follow instructions, like Becca does so well, then yes," Cara agrees.
Stacy lights up with hope.
Becca! My love, I'm going to do this for you.
"You will be living as Becca does. This weekend, you'll see what her life is really like and you'll experience it beside her," Cara explains, steadily moving her fingers up and down along Stacy's slit.
I'm going to cum. This is too much!
"The more you commit yourself to your role, to me, to the situation, the happier we'll all be."
Stacy's clit buzzes and throbs against Cara's fingers. Each little stroke of her puffy, hot slit makes her groin ache. She gasps for air as her chest tightens. The smooth toy inside her cunt pulses relentlessly, causing her sensitive tissues to cramp and yearn.
Miss Cara, stop, please. I'm can't stop myself!
Stacy tries to pull her hips away from Miss Cara, but, the woman won't let her.
"Becca will love it and you'll give me no choice but to trust and respect you greatly."
Miss Cara's fingers slide up and down the entrance of the nubile hole.