*smiles* That is also the fun of wearing chastity belts, the possibility of getting caught. musingsf

*smiles* That is also the fun of wearing chastity belts, the possibility of getting caught.

musingsfrombelow:

The problem with wearing clothes to hide any gear you may be wearing is they only work on visible detection, but what happens when with your best friend while joking around she gives you a mocking punch in the side, only to realize there’s something under there, and immediately sizes up the fact it goes all around your waist before you’re able to pull away….

“What is that, what are you wearing?”
“It’s nothing, really”
“No but really it’s something, what is it?”
“Really it’s nothing, it’s just a type of back brace.”
“Can I see?”
“No really it’s nothing.”
“Then why won’t you let me see??”

*at this point she begins to try to life up my shirt, I keep trying to back away, the conversation keeps going in the same circles until she gets me backed into a corner*

“FINE! It’s…..it’s, well, you see, fuck, it’s a chastity belt”
“No way! Are you serious? Oh c’mon now I have to see! Make with it!” *she examines part of it* “Oh wow it is! Wow that’s really tight and secure isn’t it?”
“Trust me, I’m well aware of that fact, and it’s just as secure down south.”

“So, why does your man have you in a chastity belt? Or is this your own thing like some kind of epic anti rape shield?” *silence for a few moments* “Oh look anything you tell me can’t possibly be weirder than the fact you’re wearing a chastity belt”

“Fine you want the whole truth, we have a different kind of relationship, he is my master, my daddy, I am his slave, his little girl. I submit to him, I love my submission to him, it’s the greatest and most pleasing gift I can give. I love his dominance and protection, how he uses it to make me a better person.”

“Ok, but, the belt?”

“Well why not the belt. It’s the ultimate submission. I mean most other women in my position of being owned may often be ordered into mental chastity and told not to cum, but urges can override the desire to submit, and then you jill off and cum. You get disciplined for it, but you still wind up feeling guilty. Me? I don’t even have the option. He truly owns my sex, under literal lock and key”

“How long does he keep you in it?”

“I don’t know, that’s what makes it kind of fun too, except for when I’m on my period he may put it on at any time, and leave it there for a few hours, a few days, or a few weeks. Right now it’s been on for two weeks?”

“But, how do you do it, I mean how do you pee, how do you poop, or wash, and forget about you how does he go without sex”

“I pee just fine, there’s a series of little holes for pee to go through. Cleanup is a bit harder and a few drops get stuck behind the shield, but whatever. As for the rest, well, it’s not on perpetually. I mean I could poop with it on, there’s an opening in the back, but normally he’ll take it off for a few minutes in the morning so I can go. Every 2 or 3 days he’ll let me shower with it off to get a good cleaning, but he also watches or showers with me to make sure there’s no touching. Sex? Well that’s what makes the belt fun, we still fool around just as much with fondling and shit, and he gets a tremendous amount of head out of it since I need to find some way to get a release even if its just through pleasing him. He is creative though, if he doesn’t want to release me from chastity but really wants to fuck, he’ll take off the belt but only use the back door, never touches the front, and ties my hands down to make sure I can’t”

“Girl….you’re weird. How do you put up with all that”

“It’s love through submission. If you don’t want to submit to someone I guess it would be hard to understand. Submission and dominance, I don’t know, they feed off each other. I want to give him my gift of submission, it’s the most personal and intimate gift you can give someone, but it’s reciprocal in the fact submission can only be given in incremental steps at first, he must prove his dominance and discipline are from a place of love and respect to earn more submission. Obviously he’s earned the right to physically with metal and locks control my access to my own sex. When I wear this belt, regardless of any annoyance I wear it with pride, pride in my submission, pride in how intimate our relationship is, pride in how much it pleases him, and pride in how much respect I gain from him to willfully submit to such a level of submission. And like the feeling of a spanked butt it makes me be a better person, to remember to follow my guidelines. To keep good posture, to be elegant, more feminine, to be nice, yada, yada. But you know eventually the belt comes off whether it’s after a day or 3 weeks. And the sex, oh god the sex after it comes off, especially if it’s been on for a while, this belt may be the greatest sex enhancer ever. That moment he unlocks it and pulls it off to free me, I can lay back, pull off the leg chains and be like ‘plow me now’”

“Leg chains? And spanking?”

“Ha, oh god, yeah it gets weirder. *lifts up skirt a bit*. These thigh cuffs, whenever the belt is on I wear the chain with them even to sleep unless I’m doing something where I need full leg movement. He doesn’t ask me to, in fact he told me I don’t need to. I do it to please him though. I know how much he enjoys the mental image of me wearing them, that regardless of the fact I’m not getting through or under the belt, that I can’t even open my legs enough to try. Plus the practical effects, he likes the femininity, the smaller gait and only being able to wear dresses and skirts. I mean if he enjoys it that much I might as well do it, thigh cuffs are pretty innocuous in any type of bondage regard if you’re already wearing a chastity belt.”

“Ahhhhh, so this is why you suddenly seemed to pick up a new love of skirts a while back. So about spanking? Keep going on, I knew you were kinky bitch but I never knew at THIS level. You officially have the most interesting relationship life.

“Ha, well, spanking, what do you know about domestic discipline, there’s a reason I sit so gingerly some days…….” *conversation keeps on going on about our lifestyle*