Most women have a vibrator or dildo that they keep in their underwear drawer or tucked away beneath their pillow. Some women are a bit more adventurous and have a selection of toys in a shoe box under the bed. Me? I have a suitcase full.
Now that Lexi has her own vibrator, which she loves, I decided it would be fun to broaden her horizons. My plan was to get a couple of things from my case for us to play with, but she finished her shower quicker than I expected and interrupted me with the suitcase laid out on the bed while I was still sorting through.
“What have you got there?… Oh!” She said as she walked in.
Without waiting for me to answer, she started rummaging through, pulling out dildos, vibrators and bullets to inspect them all. “Wow, you have SO many!”
She kept looking through my collection, digging deeper and finding toys I’d almost forgotten I had. The dildo I’d put a cock ring on for safe keeping, the box holding my jewelled butt plug set. She held up my fox tail curiously for a moment before carefully laying it to one side. “That could be interesting,” she said with a grin.
Reaching the bottom, she drew out my old chastity belt. It had been a long time since I’d worn it, but just seeing it again sent a shiver down my spine, remembering the torture I’d felt being so aroused but helpless to do anything about it. “Oh, I thought it was a strap on thing”
I shook my head in response, not trusting myself to speak.
What is it and how does it work?” Lexi asked me, turning it one way and then the other as she untwisted the straps.
“Its a belt” I told her quietly. I don’t know where it came from but I continued “Want me to show you?”
“Hell yeah!” She answered, enthusiastically dropping her towel to the floor.
I wrapped the belt around her and passed the plate section between her thighs, locking it in place. Lexi looked down at herself. “This doesn’t seem like much fun.”
I gave her a quick grin. “Try touching yourself. Rub your clit for me.”
She tried gamely and although the belt was a little looser on her it did its job, her fingers stopped short of making contact. “I… I can’t” she admitted.
I nodded. “Imagine wearing it for hours. Days even. What would you do to get this?” I held the key up between my fingers.
Lexi went quiet for a moment as she tried to picture it. When she next spoke, it was with the most submissive tone I’ve ever heard from her. “What do I have to do?”
It was my turn to pause for thought. “Are you sure? I could take it off right now and we can play with something else instead. “
Lexi didn’t answer me directly. “You wore this, didn’t you? How long?”
“Too long.” I answered truthfully.
She looked determined. “Then I will too. I want to see what it was like.”
I thought back to my first time wearing it. How excited I’d been, how aroused I was at the thought of no longer controlling my own orgasms, but also how scared I’d felt,that fear adding to the wetness I was helpless to soothe.
I nodded my agreement slowly. It seemed a flicker of relief appeared on her face for a moment before she controlled her expression. “What do you want me to do?” she asked again.
That was a very good question. I hadn’t planned this, or even considered the possibility. I fell back on what I knew. “Kneel right there and watch me. Watch and imagine how it feels.”
I quickly stripped and lay back on the bed, making sure she had a perfect view of my pussy as I ran my fingers through my slit. Why was I so wet already? Was it just from seeing Lexi’s submissive side surfacing, or did it go deeper? I thought of her pussy pulsing behind that metal plate and moaned as I felt my clit twitch in sympathy.
In seconds I was thrusting two fingers into myself, the air of my bedroom filling with slick wet sounds. I talked my way through it, describing how good it felt and teasing her inability to join in. Lexi’s eyes locked hungrily on me, driving me higher and higher as I climbed to a shuddering climax.
I held my wet fingers out to her. “Clean” I ordered.
Already her tongue was snaking out to lick my juices, a soft moan escaping her as she took my finger between her lips and sucked down the length. I noticed with interest that her thighs had spread wider and she was grinding herself uselessly against the floor. It had taken me far longer to reach that level of desperation.
My orgasm had cleared my head enough to know what we were going to do. “Get dressed,” I told her. “We’re going out.”
For Lexi I chose a pair of fairly tight blue jeans and a pale yellow t shirt. For me I went with a pumpkin coloured 50s style dress over black semi-transparent leggings. If you knew what you were looking for, you could just make out the outline of the belt under Lexi’s trousers, but they were discreet enough to wear in public. I thought Lexi might object, but she didn’t say a thing as she wiggled her cute ass into the jeans and struggled to get them closed over the belt.
We went down to the local park, walking between the trees in the crisp winter sunlight. To my great surprise, she reached across and held my hand as we walked. I know that might not seem much, but for Lexi it was huge. She didn’t like any sort of public affection, or signs that we were together – even with our close friends, so for her to do that where anyone could see her was massive.
I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and felt her fingers press back. It was a quiet way of acknowledging the big step she had taken and offering her some reassurance. At least that’s the way I hoped she took it.
I was enjoying the walk and the feel of her soft hand in mine so much that for long stretches I forgot all about the belt she wore. It felt good to just be out with my girlfriend and doing normal partner things for once.
We stopped at a cafe for coffee and a chance to warm up a little, sitting inside the small hut and watching people walk past with their dogs or slowly jogging along the paths. As I drained my cup, Lexi leant forward and whispered urgently to me. “I have to pee!”
For a moment I couldn’t work out why she was telling me like that. “The bathroom is just behind you” I said.
“I know, but I need the key!”
I almost laughed, but I caught myself in time. I couldn’t stop a little amusement creeping into my voice though. “It doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to choose when it comes off. That’s why it has those holes in it.” In a sudden burst of inspiration i added “Besides, I left the key at home”
I hadn’t, but she didn’t need to know that.
Lexi sat back, her face flushing bright red. I watched her for the next few minutes as I toyed with my empty cup, her eyes darting around the small cafe, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, constantly fidgeting in her seat, almost squirming.
I’d just about decided to take pity on her when she gave out a soft moan, pushed her chair back and dashed for the bathroom. She was gone a while longer than normal and when she emerged her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright. “I know this sounds weird, but that was hot. Like you didn’t give me a choice.” There was a strained note in her voice as she continued “Let’s go home. Now.”
As we walked back, she didn’t just hold my hand, she clung to my arm, wrapping both hers around it and pulling herself so tightly to my side it was a wonder we didn’t trip.
I closed the door behind us and Lexi pounced, her lips pressed tight against mine, her tongue darting with an unexpected urgency that left me breathless. Her hands thrust up under my dress and with no hesitation she yanked down my leggings, leaving them bunched around my knees as her fingers buried themselves in my wetly waiting core.
My surprised gasp turned into a moan as she thrust into me. I had no clue how many fingers she was using, just that I was being stretched and filled deliciously, almost painfully. I fell back to lean against the wall as I spread myself wider beneath her onslaught.
Lexi dropped to her knees, her head disappearing beneath the skirt of my dress. I may not have been able to see what she was doing, but I could feel it as her tongue lapped at my clit while her fingers – Three? Four? More? – continued to pound into me.
I tried to hold back my orgasm, not wanting this moment to end, this feeling of being both powerful and helpless at the same time. I made the mistake of glancing down. The sight of Lexi’s other hand working fruitlessly against the barrier over her pussy broke me.
I cried out wordlessly as I released, surprising myself as I felt my juices flood Lexi’s upturned face, while I descended into ecstasy.
When Lexi pulled herself out from beneath my dress I was shocked. It looked like she’d been caught out in a storm. Her hair was drenched, her face soaked in my juices. Not even her top had escaped, clinging transparently to her breasts, the hard bullets of her nipples showing through clearly.
I thought she might be upset, but she broke into the biggest, most satisfied smile I’ve seen, almost like she had been the one orgasming. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted her more.
I practically ripped the clothes from her body, then fumbled with the key to the chastity belt, dropping it twice before my shaking hands could fit it into the lock.
As soon as the belt fell away I pushed her down to the floor and dived in face first. I licked, I bit, I sucked, all in an impassioned frenzy. Every moan I drew from her spurring me on faster, each twist of her fingers in my hair driving my tongue deeper into her.
I should have been gentler with her, more considerate, but then and there as we lay sprawled in my hallway I didn’t think about it. I wasn’t thinking at all. This was lust. Pure, simple, animalistic lust.
Lexi’s clit, lips, entrance or ass, I made no distinction. In the heat of the moment if it was in reach of my mouth I licked it. And if she moaned louder I licked it harder, faster, deeper.
Her hips bucked wildly as she neared completion. With one hand I pressed on her stomach, holding her in place against the floor. The other I used to fuck her, three fingers slipping easily into her as I suckled on her clit.
Every movement sent my thumb skittering across her saliva soaked ass. Without thinking to check first, I pressed inward, felt her body give way beneath me. Her reaction was electric. Her legs locked around my back, pulling me down as she thrust herself onto me. Every muscle in her body tensed and she let out a high pitched scream as the unexpected intrusion triggered her climax.
She collapsed back, limp and unmoving apart from the heaving of her chest as she gasped for breath. Overcome with sudden exhaustion, I lay on top of her, my head resting on her stomach. I felt her fingers running through my hair, stroking me as she murmured hoarsely “thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Eventually we recovered enough to stand and made our way to the shower. Too spent to continue, we cuddled, kissed and stroked each other under the hot water, making token efforts to wash ourselves and each other.
Back in the bedroom, I looked in dismay at all the toys spread across the duvet. They would all need to be put away before we could sleep. Uncaring, I swept them all into the case and put it on the floor before we both fell onto the soft mattress.
Half asleep, a flash of orange caught my eye – my fox tail butt plug hanging partway out of the suitcase. I wondered if perhaps she might be persuaded to try it on, but that was a question for another time…
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