Part One of a kinky serial from Scarlet, exploring the world of female submission.
“Close your eyes, Amy,” Drew said one morning. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I obeyed immediately. What girl doesn’t love surprises? In seconds I felt him buckling me into something new. Something that – based on the sounds of the multiple clicks – possessed many different locks. When he gave me permission, I opened my eyes and looked down. At first, I had no words to describe the piece, the soft leather that completely covered my arse and pussy. Then medieval images sprang to mind, and I realized…
“It’s a chastity belt.”
His blue eyes danced over me, taking in my reaction. I worked to keep my face neutral while worries burst in my head: Was he going to leave me in the thing all day? He couldn’t… He wouldn’t…?
“Don’t change your plans,” he said. “I like the thought of you studying, like the thought of you wearing that in public.” Then he kissed me goodbye and left for work.
Alone, I gazed at myself in the mirror. The belt was odd-looking, but handsome. Fully aroused by my secret, I admired my reflection from all angles, before finally dressing in a candy apple red peasant skirt and a tight black T-shirt. I quickly slicked on lipgloss, put my dark hair up into a ponytail, and drove to Kings Road. I was in my final year at UCLA, and this was my favourite place to study.
At the café, I ordered coffee and started reading my notes for my Shakespeare class. An hour passed. Another. I was so lost in Lear that I didn’t notice Drew walk through the front door, didn’t raise my eyes until he dragged out the chair next to mine.
“Meet me out back,” he said softly, putting my notes away for me.
There was an alley behind the café. The perfect spot for a secret rendezvous. Guessing what Drew was planning, I grew wetter than I had been all morning. Drew followed behind me, then pushed me up against the wall of the building.
“Lift your skirt.”
I hiked the scarlet fabric to my waist, and he whistled under his breath before undoing the lock in the front, so that the belt hung down. Without a word, he flipped me around and undid the second lock, removing the crotch belt to give him the access he craved.
“Turn around,” he said, “and spread your lips open for me. Spread them wide.”
I reached down, my elbows pinning my skirt in place, and I parted my pussy lips. I could feel the air on me, could feel Drew’s eyes on me before he slid one hand between my thighs. I shuddered as his thumb brushed my clit.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was husky.
I swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak.
“You like being under lock and key, don’t you? You like being mine?”
Oh, God, if he kept touching me like that, I’d come. Right there, in the alley. Come from those dangerous circles he was making with the ball of his thumb.
But then he said something totally unexpected. “Go inside. Use the bathroom. Then come back here. I’m going to buckle you up for the rest of the day.”
He wasn’t going to fuck me?
“Go on, Amy.”
Apparently not.
Sadly, I let my skirt fall into place, and I walked back into the café on shaky legs. It was all I could do not to make myself come in the tiny bathroom. But Drew would know. He would be able to tell.
When I returned to the alley, my man locked me back up, then led me to my car.
“I’ll be home at seven,’ he said, “and I want you in the centre of the bed. Face down. I want lube on the nightstand and a blindfold and handcuffs on the pillow. If you do all of this correctly, I won’t have to paddle you.”
Desperation flared through me, and my emotions must have shown on my face.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” he said, before kissing me lightly.
“Promise?”
He grinned, his eyes a clear blue. “Promise.”
Name Your Price
Back at home, I did precisely as Drew requested, and then I started to pace. To the kitchen. To the living room. To the balcony. I wasn’t uncomfortable, just out-of-my-head aroused. Every step in that belt made me think of coming. And thinking of coming made it impossible for me to do anything else but pace.
Late afternoon arrived before I reached my limits. Finally, I grabbed my keys and headed to the garage. I had been to Drew’s law firm before, but never like this: chastity belt buckled tight, pussy swimming with sex juices.
Drew’s secretary led me to his office then left us alone. My man didn’t say a word, simply stared at me.
“I couldn’t wait,” I confessed.
“That was the point,” he responded, “to make you wait.” He looked as if he were having a difficult time keeping the smile off his face. Still, he took pity on me, coming forward, lifting my skirt so that he could take in the beauty of the contraption. “You want me to undo the locks, don’t you? You want me to take that thing off and fuck you. Right, Amy?”
I nodded quickly, “Yes, Drew.” I felt as if I’d never wanted to anything so badly in my life.
“You’ll have to pay.”
I nodded once more, helpless, my long dark hair falling into my eyes. I could almost hear the music of the locks opening.
“You’re accepting a proposal without hearing the terms? As your lawyer, I’d have to advise against that sort of irresponsible behaviour.”
I swallowed hard, rocking back and forth. If he gave me what I wanted, I’d pay any price he named. He crossed the room and flipped the lock on the door. Oh, he was going to fuck me. Relief made me weak.
In seconds, Drew was on me, tugging my skirt down to the floor, reaching into his pocket for the key. He undid all of the locks this time, leaving me naked from the waist down, and he used the palms of his hands to erase the marks left by the leather harness. My skin was damp from being encased in the belt for so many hours, and heated from how turned on I was. Yet even as Drew touched me with unexpected tenderness, I knew he was working out what payment to exact for the price of my pleasure.
He bent me over the sofa across from his desk, and pressed into me. I shivered at the sensation of his body on mine, the length of his still-clothed cock against my arse. Then I heard his zipper and finally felt his naked skin.
The foreplay had been in the seven hours I’d worn the belt, in the knowledge that Drew possessed me, that he had gone out and bought this device for me. The foreplay was in him meeting me at the café, in him telling me how to prepare for the evening’s events. And the sex….
Oh, Christ, the sex was sublime.
Clearly, Drew was as turned on as I was. His cock felt harder than ever, slamming so deep inside of me from the very start that I felt liquefied by each thrust. He gripped my wrists in his hands and pulled back, impaling me with every stroke, but he let my body rest on the edge of the sofa arm, giving my clit just enough pressure.
I’d been turned on since he’d first buckled me into the belt in the morning. I’d been teetering on the brink since his thumb had brushed my clit at noon. Now, I leaned hard against the arm of the sofa, losing myself in the sensation of Drew’s cock inside me. Biting down on my bottom lip so I wouldn’t let everyone in his office know exactly what he was doing to me. So that I wouldn’t give him away as the sexual beast that he was.
Still, I couldn’t keep from moaning as I came, couldn’t stop the shudders that rippled through my body, taking me over the edge, taking Drew with me. He was silent as he came, bucking hard, lifting me off the ground with the force. He stayed inside of me for a moment, listening to the ragged sound of my breath. Then he pulled out, readjusted himself, and sat down on the sofa. His eyes, that amazing pure blue, were neither the icy cold of a displeased master nor the warm sky of a satisfied man.
“Are you ready for the terms?” Drew asked.
He never seemed to lose his cool. But my voice shook as I murmured, “Yes.”
“That’s the last time you’ll feel my cock for a week. You won’t touch yourself. You won’t come. Not until next Tuesday.”
My cheeks flushed.
“Would you have refused if I’d laid out the terms before?”
“No.” That was the truth. I’d walked into his office needing to be taken. I would have agreed to anything in that overwhelming sex haze.
“Go back home and put away the lube and the toys. I’ll be there by seven.”
I slid into my skirt, and watched as Drew eyed me carefully. “I’ll know,” he added. “If you make yourself come, kid, if you disobey me, I’ll know. Be secure in that fact. Hold it dear to your heart.”
“Yes, Drew.”
He looked at me again, and now his eyes finally softened. “Kiss me goodbye,” he said, his voice low. I pressed my mouth to his, and those delicious flutters worked through my body instantly. Drew’s kisses melted me every time. When we parted, he had a genuine smile on his face, knowing exactly what he did to me. “See you tonight, Amy.”
Paying For It
My head didn’t clear until I got back home. Then I stripped out of my clothes and headed to the shower, wanting to be fresh and clean for Drew when he returned. As I rotated under the hot spray, I started to think about the terms I’d just agreed to.
Or, rather, the terms Drew had mandated.
Seven days.
Seven days without Drew inside of me.
Seven days without his cock in my pussy. Without his cock in my arse…
A chill ran through me, even under that scalding water, and I wondered whether I would be able to live up to my end of the bargain. Would he really know if I touched myself?
Normally, I wouldn’t be so focused on coming. After all, Drew had just wrung me out with pleasure. But it was the concept of <not> being able to that had me quivering with desire. He’d told me not to. And I was like Pandora, wanting to slide my fingers into my <own> box. But if I couldn’t obey Drew for an hour, what use was I?
I towelled off, then headed to the bedroom to choose an outfit. I stared into the closet, trying to think of the looks that pleased him most. Maybe if I dressed just right, he’d amend seven days to seven hours. Even that seemed like an awfully long time to wait.
I dressed carefully, choosing a plaid schoolgirl’s skirt, red thigh high stockings, patent leather Mary Janes, a white blouse, and a pair of simple cotton knickers.
Then I waited for Drew.
The clock read 6:17. 6:32. 6:48. I tried not to look, but my eyes were drawn to the numbers. Right at 7:00, I heard his key in the lock.
He set down his briefcase, poured himself a glass of whisky, then headed to his favourite chair. I came forwards, then sat at his side on the floor, infinitely aware of how wet I was, how much I hoped he’d rethink his rules.
“Pretty girl,” he finally murmured. “Did you do as I said?”
Suddenly, I felt my skin go cold. I’d been so consumed with how to dress, that I had forgotten his instructions. Everything was still arranged by the bed in the way that Drew had originally requested.
“I’m sorry,” I said, lamely. ‘Sorry’ never worked with Drew. His classic answer to the statement was, “Not yet. But you will be.”
“Take care of it,” he said softly now, his voice menacing, “and put out the paddle.”
Swallowing hard, I stood and headed toward the bedroom, but Drew called me back.
“Lift your skirt,” he demanded, and I slowly lifted the hem to my waist. “Nice knickers,” he observed, “but you won’t be needing them. Take them off when you go back to the room.”
I could have cried right then. One of my favourite parts of being spanked by Drew was the feel of his fingers sliding my panties down my thighs.
“And, baby?”
I met his eyes, cold blue ice. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re as sweet as an angel in that schoolgirl skirt, but I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Or tomorrow night. Or the next. So you can trick yourself out in any of your special outfits… but you’re not going to feel my cock inside of you for a week. Tell me that my words are sinking in.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, go to the back room, and get yourself ready.”
My eyes were wet by the time I reached the bedroom, but I brushed the tears away and obeyed Drew’s command. I had known, even as I’d got dressed, that my plan would fail. Drew had never gone back on a promise. There was no reason to think he would now. But the devilish girl inside of me always had to push him, had to test Drew’s word.
Slowly, I pulled down the panties and placed them in the hamper. Resigned, I opened Drew’s toy chest and grabbed the paddle. I set this on the pillow, and put away the lube, the blindfold, and the cuffs. Then I waited for Drew to come down the hall. Waited for Drew to punish me.
My pussy spasmed at the thought.
I was naked now under that short pleated skirt, and I felt extremely aware of how turned on I was already. How on earth was I going to make it through the night… to say nothing of seven days?
Read Part Two of The Price Of Pleasure here.
