Here's a little something I wrote based on a caption by Warrender:

http://www.imagefap.com/photo/30934806/?link=thm 

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“Come on Lisa, shuck your buns!” I shouted down the stairs at her.  She was arranging her heels neatly beside the other shoes.  My own had been carelessly tossed aside, victims of my mounting excitement.

“Sheesh.  It’s not like we have all weekend to ourselves—oh wait, yes we do,” she said.  Lisa was the queen of sarcasm.  She looked up the stairs and laughed.  “I can see your kitty from here, you know.”

“Well it’s your fault,” I retorted, giggling nervously.  She bounced on her heels to jiggle her braless handfuls up and down.  It’s a funny story.  Maybe I’ll tell it sometime.  But the gist is, I ended up promising not to wear panties if she didn’t wear a bra.  I meant for the day, but she took it as every time she didn’t wear a bra.  There was never any question whose interpretation was going to win out.  She hasn’t worn a bra to this very day, which means I haven’t even bought a pair of panties in three years.  And yes, she does check.

I walked into my mom and stepdad Joe’s room (emphasis on step—he’ll never be “dad”) and went straight for the walk-in closet where they hid the goods:  an old wooden chest filled with dozens of sex toys.  Vibrators, handcuffs, spreader bars, nipple clamps, toys even I can’t identify—all kinds of stuff.  Of course, I’ve seen (and even used) these toys many times.  My sex drive is, um…substantial.  But today is exciting, because I saw one of those suspicious unmarked packages arrive in the mail on Wednesday.  New package, new toy, like clockwork.

“Look at you all excited and horny,” Lisa said, smiling.  “It’s endearing.”

“Shut up!” I said, peeved.  “I can’t help you’re such a frigid bitch.”  I hate to admit it, but she was the alpha in our relationship.  Lisa is always so forceful, so out there, and she has such self control.  Way more than me, anyway.  I find it very hard to say no to her sometimes.  Most times.  And then I find myself without panties for three years.

She chuckled.  “You’ll pay for that later.”  She’s so hot when she says stuff like that.

I opened the box.  The new toy was almost always on the top, and this was no exception.  I “liberated” the metal contraption and showed it to Lisa, whose eyes bulged.

“Amy, is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“Jesus, Joe, you bought mom a chastity belt?”  I mumbled.

Lisa just laughed.  “Remember when Joe threatened to put one of those on you if you didn’t stop bringing boys home?”

“Well, I stopped bringing boys home, didn’t I?”  We both giggled.  Lisa had been my ‘special friend’ for awhile now.  I’m not ready to say she’s my girlfriend, exactly.  We’ve never tried to define it.  But getting your cootch licked a few times a week does keep you from needing the boys.  Besides, I’d have to train them.  Lisa knew how to do it just right.  A funny thought struck me:  “If only he knew the opportunity he’s missing!”

“I know, right?  Go on, then.”

“What?  Try it on?”

She rolled her eyes.  “No, just stare at it like a dumbo.  Yeah, try it on.  That’s what you ran up here for, isn’t it?”

I gave the belt a second look.  The metal bits were lined on the edges with pink rubber, so it wasn’t quite as draconian as it could have been.  And there was a raised bit where apparently your lips go, probably to keep them from getting pinched and squished.  But still…”I’m not sure about this,” I told her.  What I meant was, I’m not keen to have my pussy locked out of my reach, even for a second.

“Well I’m sure.  Your parents keep all the keys in that box anyway.  And,” she smirked, “I’ll make it worth your while.”  She made a V shape with her fingers and stuck them to her lips, flicking her tongue lewdly through them.

It was tempting.  When she says she’ll make it worth my while, she means it.  She’s always good, but if she wants, she can be really good.  I mean, like, really really good.  My traitorous pussy was moistening at the mere thought of it.  Still, the thought of being horny with no way to relieve it scared me.  If she really knew how many times a day I double-clicked the mouse…“Besides,” I argued, “if this was measured to fit mom, it probably won’t fit me.”

“Look at you!  So worried that you might not be able to get off for a little wee bit.”  I blushed.  I know my sex drive is ridiculously high, but did she have to point it out all the time?  “You’re right, it’ll probably be too big, but so what?  It’s just for fun.  You know you’re gonna do it.  I always get my way.”

“Do not!”

She sidled closer to me, smiling.  “When was the last time I didn’t get my way?”  She took advantage of my lack of panties, sliding her fingers up my thighs, teasing me before even touching my pussy.

Damn.  She was right about that.  This is how she always gets her way too, teasing me until I gave in.  “Fine,” I said, “I’ll put it on.  But only for a little bit.”  She gave me her alpha “I win” smile and withdrew her hand.

I took a deep breath and stood, dropping my skirt to the floor.  I slid the belt gingerly around my waist.  The crotch part was attached to the rear of the belt and went between my legs.  “Ohh, that’s cold!” I said.  Bringing the crotch plate up, my lips slipped neatly into the hole under the raised bit.  Then came time to close the belt.  It looked as though the left and right sides of the belt just slipped into notches on the center piece.  There was a funny looking keyhole in the top center—I guessed that was how you release the sides.  The left went in easy enough, with a solid click that gave me the shivers.  The right side was much harder.

“Wow, did mom lose weight or something?”  I asked out loud.  It never did to picture your parents using sex toys, because ew, but for a moment I wondered how she was going to fit in it.  I sucked my stomach in and just managed to squeeze the belt into place.  And that was that—I was wearing a chastity belt!

Lisa had the devil’s look in her eye.  “Now let’s see how it works.”  She pushed me gently onto the queen size bed.  She held my hands above my head and told me sternly to keep them there.  And then she started teasing.  She knows every little thing about my body, like how much I love my nipples to be toyed with, even through my shirt.  I’ve never cum just from that sort of stimulation, but it sure is fun to try.

Eventually she moved further south, pulling up my skirt to reveal the belt.  This is clearly what she was looking forward to.  She slid her fingers toward my pussy until they were blocked by metal.  She playfully tried to push her fingers under the rubber lining, then through the gap where the raised bit was.  No dice.  Lisa smiled the most devious smile yet and attacked it with her tongue, probing it everywhere for a weakness.  When she licked at the raised piece, I could feel her hot breath on my pussy lips, but that was it.  I breathed more and more heavily as I realized she couldn’t reach my clit.

She gave up finally.  “I really can’t touch you!” she laughed.  “That’s so cool!”

“No it isn’t!  Omigod, I want out!”

“Look!” she laughed, pointing to my thighs.  My very wet thighs.  “Someone’s gettin’ horny,” she teased in a singsong voice.  My face turned red.  It’s not like I could deny it.  She leaned in and blew softly on the crotch plate, making my pussy lips tingle in urgent need.

“Come on, I can’t stand it anymore!” I wailed.

“Alright, alright.  But you’re going back in afterward.”  Lisa dug into the chest until she found the little black box that held all the keys.  I saw her digging around for a moment and then stop.  There was a crinkling sound, and then a gasp.

“Um, Amy…”  She turned around, holding out a piece of paper.  She had her mouth open as if to say something and brought a hand up to cover it.  I took the paper from her and had a look.  It was handwritten in blue ink, and the writing was familiar.

Amy,

I hope you’re enjoying your new chastity belt, slut.  You never do look for the keys until you’re done playing, silly girl.  Once you admit to me that you’re wearing it by saying “Daddy, I’m horny but I can’t cum until you let me,” we can talk about when I might let you out for a break.

Joe

Oh.  My.  God.  I had to read it three times for the words to sink in.

“It’s not mom’s chastity belt—It’s mine! ” I whimpered.  I could hardly wrap my head around it.  My chastity belt, meant to keep me from cumming.  To keep me from fingering my aching clitoris.  And he tricked me into putting it on!

“Oh Amy, I’m so sorry!” she said.  I barely heard her.  My hands yanked and pushed, anything I could do to try to get this damned thing off of me.  And through all of it, I was getting even hornier.  I’ll admit it.  I have some serious submissive tendencies, and being locked into a chastity belt I couldn’t open was pushing all of my buttons.  Well, all but one particular throbbing button, hidden under the belt.  But the belt clearly wasn’t coming off.

“What am I going to do?” I asked.

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