Eternal detention life (alternative other adult novels)

I always wear a chastity belt. It held my lower body firmly in place and could not be opened at any time, making masturbation impossible. I haven't touched my vagina in three years. How I longed for this feeling, to feel a pair of hands (my own or the Master's) holding my body tightly, and yet this feeling no longer belonged to me. The master is out for a business negotiation now, so he didn't lock the back of the chastity belt. Thank God my ass is empty now, because if the owner was here, that place would always be stuffed full. Sometimes it is a simple butt plug, and sometimes I have to endure the torture of a ten-inch long and two-inch thick dildo. The length of the torture is completely controlled by the master. How did I end up in such a situation? This is my story.

I met my host through an online service. He successfully captured and charmed me, so I quickly became his slave girl. I would do anything for him, obey any of his commands, except one - you know, a lot of masturbation. Before I met my master, I had to do it myself several times a day. But here with the master, he doesn’t allow me to touch my vagina. I really want to comply. My master agreed that I could play once a week, but that was never enough for me. I would try it when my master was at work during the day and I was home alone, thinking he wouldn't notice. I really underestimated my master.

On a summer weekend, my host took me to a leather party. I had never gone out with him before, and it was very satisfying to see the envious looks on the other girls' faces when they found out that I was the master's personal property. The master introduced me to one of his friends, a guy who specialized in making custom sex toys for people. He took some weird measurements of my body. It looked like the owner was going to make me a strap that would fit. I am so ignorant...

At the end of the weekend, we attended a hell of a party together. The setting is like a medieval dungeon, filled with racks, hangings, crosses and a large number of chains. I felt like I was in heaven. The master spread my body wide apart and tied me tightly between two pillars with thick iron chains and leather restraints. Then I heard the sounds of Kara, Kara, and felt my hands and feet being slowly pulled apart. Now, I'm stretched pretty tight. My vagina was already tense and I begged the Master to let me relax. The owner took out a TV and a VCR, placed them in front of me and put in a videotape. When the image came out, I almost fainted. The scene of my masturbation was filmed by my master, which was the most conclusive evidence.

Well, my slave girl, I know what you have done, and I have known it for months. I have lots of security footage in the house, you have let me down terribly and now you are being punished. My heart sank and I felt his words like needles piercing my heart. A crowd gathered to watch me being punished.

First, I was caned. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, he whipped my naked body quickly. I don't think he missed any spot, I felt like I was on fire.

The owner's friend suddenly appeared and brought something that looked like a metal protective triangle belt. This is a chastity belt. My legs were untied and I was put into the waistband of the chastity belt, which was a very tight feeling. Front shield, lock the metal plate to the vagina, and finally everything is locked to the belt. The metal chain is passed between my legs to both sides of the belt, just like a jockstrap, exposing my buttocks.

At first, I was very curious about this new thing.

You will never be able to touch your vagina again, beautiful lady. In fact, you will never experience any direct touch, even from my hands. I must admit that at that moment those words only turned me on more. I totally didn't believe he was serious... My smooth feet were squeezed into a pair of size 35 iron high-heeled shoes. The sharp teeth of the soles pierced my soles and toes. After a click, you will wear it forever. My feet were also imprisoned and pain spread throughout my body.

My feet were tied up again and my body was spread out. The next torture unfolded before me. It was an enormous dildo mounted on a hydraulic device. I've never seen one so big. He placed the device under my body and pressed the button, and the dildo slowly rose up. I squeezed my asshole tight as I could, but finally, it went in. The unbearable pain made me scream loudly, but it continued to move forward. When it stops, only the base of the dildo is exposed. It was as if I were pinned to a stake, and even if I hadn't been tied, I wouldn't have been able to escape. He pressed another button and the dildo began to vibrate, sending waves of vibration throughout my body, massaging my G-spot. At first, I really enjoyed it all...Okay, beauty, now you enjoy it. But in a few hours this would not be so pleasant. You will need to orgasm badly. However, your body cannot give you what you want. Enjoy yourself, it's 10:00 pm now and the party will end at 8:00 am tomorrow. You will be hanging there forever and bring joy to everyone who visits. The master stuffed a red rubber ball in my mouth, fastened the straps, and left. By the middle of the night, I had gotten a little too much and desperately wanted to be freed from my restraints, but the dildo continued to vibrate relentlessly. By about one o'clock my anus was injured, forced open, and dripping with secretions. At two o'clock, I began to howl, making pleading sounds from my gagged mouth, begging everyone to let me down. No one paid any attention to me, but instead watched the tragedy with a happy and fascinated expression, pointing at the iron cage under my crotch. The dildo was still vibrating. At three o'clock, the owner appeared with a smile, and I looked at him with pleading eyes. How's it going, beauty? You still have five hours to go. When the master finally let me go, I knelt down and begged him to forgive me, hoping to have the chastity belt removed and have an orgasm. But of course the master would not agree, my punishment has just begun...

My master said nothing as I helped him pack his luggage for his return home. I didn't dare say anything, but I kept wondering when he would untie the chastity belt so that I could pass through the airport security gate. When we arrived at the airport, I had my answer.

Here's your ticket, beautiful, see you at home. We don't go together. The owner planned for the two to take different routes home. He was going straight home, and I would have a connecting flight, which meant I would have to go through security twice. My first reaction was to go nowhere. Of course this is just a thought. I have no money, no extra clothes, only these things I have. I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and tried to open the chastity belt, but in fact I couldn't even get my fingers into the gap between the belt and skin. I hit the chastity belt hard, tears in my eyes, hoping that I could break this iron cage with my hands. The high heels were so tight that they confined my feet and caused me pain. There were also 15KG shackles locked around my ankles. Finally, I had no choice but to muster up the courage to go through security. Of course, the metal detector went off.

Miss, put your hands up. When the young police officer used the detector to check my body, the detector sounded in my crotch.

What's this? I don't know what to say, well, I'm wearing a metal band and I can't remove it. My face is red and there are beads of sweat on my forehead.

Please come over here miss, we will check further. I was taken to an examination room and asked to take off my skirt. Needless to say, the security guard chuckled, took one look at the chastity belt, high heels, and shackles, and then let me go. Maybe he'd seen it before. I started my flight.

As the plane took off, I sat in the back and finally had some time to rest, hoping that the next inspection would be just as easy. But I haven't been so lucky this time. I was taken to the examination room again and the officer examined me very carefully.

What exactly is he looking for? Do I want a bomb? He paid special attention to the two locks in front and back.

Why can't you open it? Where is your luggage? Why are you carrying it? Who holds the key? Why doesn't he go with you? Why are your shoes locked? Why are you wearing shackles? There are too many questions I don’t want to answer. Finally I couldn't help but blurt out: This is a chastity belt, it locks me up to prevent me from masturbating. This is my own choice, okay? The police officer replied: This is against custom, you can go. Thank goodness I can go. I'm never going to fly again. When I got home, my host was waiting for me at the door with an exaggerated smile on his face.

Enjoying your trip, beautiful? I kept wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t taken the flight.

It feels so good to be home. Master and I returned to our old lifestyle except I was now wearing a chastity belt. The owner added a backing to the chastity belt to lock the dildo or butt plug. I have ten minutes every day to clean my body. Even if I don’t, the back door will be locked and I will have to wait until tomorrow. The shackles and high heels will never be removed, my feet have long been numb.

When the other backing was removed, the master was going to do something to my anus. These include his penis, dildos, and even sometimes his fist. At this time, my vagina can only stay in its cell obediently. The master massaged my breasts and made me feel frustrated. There were many times when I was going crazy, begging to orgasm even though I knew it was impossible.

He also sometimes uses a dildo, but with a newer power system. The dildo can vibrate up and down at different speeds, it's really a fucking machine. The first time I was fucked by this machine, my master kept me on it for eight hours. This kind of punishment is often carried out when the host has guests visiting. He treats me as a work of art to win the guests' joy. I call this torture because my vagina is locked and it would actually be a pleasure if I could get something inserted into it. Now it only brings back painful memories and the fact that I haven't had an orgasm in a year.

On the anniversary of my wearing the chastity belt, my master said he would give me a surprise. I was taken to Hell and tied to a torture rack with my limbs spread out. The cranks were attached to my arms and held me aloft. The master took out the key and opened the chastity belt. I couldn't believe it, this was the first time my vagina had been free in a year. I looked at it and admired it as if it were someone else's. It quickly became hard, and I hurriedly thanked the master for his gift.

Beautiful, you've behaved well this year, so you have a chance to orgasm tonight. Instead of touching my vagina, he took out a vacuum vibrator and installed it on my clitoris. He wants to use this thing.

As I said a year ago, you will never feel the sensation of being directly touched or fucked. Your own, or someone else's. You have ten minutes to orgasm, and if you don't, you'll have to wait until next year. My heart sank and I hoped to reach orgasm under the caress of a pair of hands. But I soon realized that my sexual desire had been suppressed for a whole year, so this was a good solution. The master turned on the switch. This kind of happiness is so wonderful. I realized that any stimulation of the clitoris is wonderful. Vibrations of pleasure ran through my body and I felt so close. I started moaning and then my orgasm came…it was time. The master turned off the vibrator and moved it away. The juice was still dripping and the clitoris had become hard. I screamed in disappointment, thrusting my ass forward, cursing my Master for doing this to me, begging him for just one more minute, or just a few more seconds, any sexual pleasure I could get. The owner just gave me a playful smile.

He poured a bucket of ice onto my clit. The incredible impact caused my clitoris to go soft and the chastity belt locked in place again.