Placed in Chastity

Isabelle's first week in chastity dragged on about as slowly as she expected. Nights were difficult, especially the first one. Her body rebelled against her and filled her with heat and desire, as if it tried to prove that she really could cum if she wanted. Exercise helped her a bit. At Nathan's suggestion, she took up jogging. Her workout clothes clung tightly and showed the faintest outline of the belt. It was all she could do to force herself outside that first day.

Finally, Saturday arrived. It was her first scheduled unlock for hygiene, and she expected a little extra. Isabelle ran every errand, and did every chore and task that Nathan ordered. She even went out of her way to buy him a new gaming keyboard. Her plan was always to earn extra orgasms. Once every two weeks looked good on paper, but her needs weren't so demure.

Nathan came home late into the afternoon and found Isabelle in the living room, folding laundry. She was very good at timing things so that he saw her being obedient. She was still wearing her leggings and tank top from her jog, hoping that he'd ask about it. He didn't, just saying "hello" and slowly walking away.

"Hi, sweetie," she said with all the innocence she could muster. "I figured that I would wait to shower and change until after you got home."

He casually replied, "Oh, right. It's Saturday. You've been doing very well so far. How do you feel about your first unlock?"

Isabelle searched for words that wouldn't tip off her intentions. "Good, I guess. I'm a little nervous about how it's going to go."

"Finish up with the laundry and meet me upstairs. We can find out together."

"Okay," she said softly. She flew through the job in front of her, then went upstairs and told Nathan she was ready. The slow walk to the bathroom made her remember something. This unlock would be supervised. He would be in the room during her shower. She was so focused on her reward that she forgot this. They walked into the bathroom, and Isabelle stepped into the bathtub. She looked at Nathan through the blurry, translucent shower curtain.

He noticed and said, "Just pass me your clothes through the side of the curtain. I'll hand you the key when you're ready."

She turned away and pulled off her tank top. Looking down at her sports bra, still damp with sweat, she debated about what to take off next. He would see her, even if he didn't get a clear view. Her leggings came off, exposing her chastity belt. The pink silicone-covered steel wire pressed against her, and the shiny steel crotch plate emanated a subtle but deeply primal scent.

Lastly, she peeled off her sweaty sports bra. Her large breasts popped out, pale against the slight tan on the rest of her body. She leaned toward the shower curtain, hoping nothing was too visible when she handed the bra over. He gave her the key, and she wasted no time unlocking herself. When the belt came apart, she felt the sudden lack of pressure she had become so used to.

After passing the belt to Nathan, Isabelle turned the shower on. She yelped at the frigid water that suddenly hit her naked body. Nathan chuckled, not turning away from the sink where he was cleaning the belt. Isabelle turned the heat up as high as she could stand. As steam filled the room, she stood in the water, feeling her heart pounding.

After a few minutes, she grabbed her razor from the wall of the tub and sat down, facing away from Nathan. He turned to see. "Not there," he ordered. "Sit where I can see you."

She obeyed wordlessly, sitting on an adjacent wall and angling her body toward him. She kept her head down and focused on shaving. Still, she was unable to ignore each of his glances. The shower curtain hid details, but still displayed her. The steam obscured, but didn't conceal. Isabelle couldn't be confident in her modesty, or grow accustomed to her exposure.

This cruel half measure tortured her as she groomed herself. She felt the smooth skin around her lower lips and quickly withdrew her fingers as Nathan turned to check on her. She took in hot, steamy breaths while under the showerhead. The hot water massaged her back, soothing her as she worked up the courage she needed.

Finally, she turned off the water. With a high-pitched but steady voice, she said, "Nathan? I can't go on like this, being half exposed to you."

"You're nearly done. Just hang in there for a few more minutes," he asserted.

Isabelle pulled the shower curtain aside and stood with her arms at her sides. "This is how I look naked."

Nathan looked at her face for a moment, stunned. He tore his eyes away and tried to hand her a towel. She pushed aside, repeating, "This is how I look naked. Don't make me hide anymore, please."

He took her in, seeing where her tanned arms, shoulders, and waist met her full white breasts. When his eyes tracked down to her pink pussy, Isabelle made an effort to move her legs apart for him. If he saw everything, she thought, then she never needed to worry about hiding. They stood like that for a long moment until Isabelle finally noticed the bulge in Nathan's sweatpants.

'Can I really get him riled up so easily?'

she thought.

'I only showed him my body so that I could get comfortable, didn't I? There's no way I wanted my boy to get turned on. I'm just a woman. I like being noticed, but I'm not trying to seduce him. I'm not. Even so, he's just a man. It's not fair. He's been trying so hard to help me. I can't just leave him all alone with this.'

He noticed her staring at his pants and said, "Uh, sorry." Blushing, he tried to cover himself with his hands.

Isabelle cooed, "It's my fault. Chastity has been frustrating for you too, hasn't it? Controlling a woman's access to her own body is quite the responsibility. At least I have you to help with my urges." She told herself that she just wanted to help him relax. Drops of water ran down her body, tickling her sensitive skin. She refused to acknowledge these sparks of sensation and insisted to herself that the warm liquid leaking along her inner thighs was just more water.

"Don't worry about it, Mom. I'm fine," he said, turning away. "Our chastity arrangement won't cause me any problems."

His choice to stop looking irked her. She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up. "Sweetie, you need to tell the truth. You're supposed to manage my orgasm. But how can you if you won't be honest about your own? I want to be confident in my keyholder. Please tell me what you're feeling."

Nathan sucked air through gritted teeth. Slowly, he turned to face her before softening his expression. "Mom, I'm having trouble. Keeping you in chastity turns me on, especially during moments like this. Sorry."

"Do you need some help? I want to help you, dear," Isabelle whispered. She took Nathan's hands in hers, brushing her fingertips against his boner as she did.

"I don't want to abuse my power as keyholder."

"That's okay," Isabelle said soothingly. She winced at how her attempt to be gentle sounded. Her voice was far more motherly than seemed appropriate. She pushed on. "I think I know what you need. Just stand there and relax. You don't have to order me to do anything."

With a tiny nod as confirmation, she let go of his hands. Steadily, she pulled down his sweatpants. His cock was throbbing, pointing straight toward her. She gently held the underside of his shaft, feeling its warmth. Her other hand found his balls and started moving them between her fingers. She was surprised at how unbothered she was, almost giddy. There was a horny man who wanted her. All she had to be was an object of desire and a source of pleasure.

Her fingertips started gliding up and down his shaft. Neither of them made a sound. The two stood there with nothing but the slow drip from her wet hair and the gradually dispersing steam. Isabelle felt his eyes on her tits. His cock throbbed, wanting more attention. She felt so much like an object, like a toy that existed to give pleasure. She looked up at him. He averted his gaze and kept shifting his arms.

She took a slightly teasing tone, "Poor thing. You just don't know what to do with yourself. Don't be ashamed to look at me. Keep your eyes fixed on my boobs if you don't know where to look. You can touch them too." She smirked. "Or maybe you're an ass man. You can have whatever you want."

Nathan reached out and held her hips, inching her closer. Then he slid his hands forward and grabbed her ass, squeezing forcefully. Isabelle rewarded his bravado, gripping his cock firmly and stroking him. Nathan gasped, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Isabelle's pussy. His breath was hot on her skin. His eyes greedily drank in the sight of her. His strong hands squeezed her ass like she belonged to him. Isabelle's self-denial was gone. She wanted him to touch her. She bit her lip and started pumping his cock faster.

He started thrusting into her hand ever so slightly. "Mom, I'm close. I don't want to make a mess," he whispered.

"Just focus on feeling good, sweetheart. My body is all for you right now. Let it all out on my stomach," Isabelle cooed.

Suddenly, he pulled her so close that his cock was almost touching her. She felt his balls tighten a bit as his whole body tensed. Thick cum shot out onto her, covering her stomach. Isabelle kept up the pace, continuing to milk him. He let out the tiniest moan along with the last few drops of cum. She looked down to see the streaks of sticky white fluid, proud of herself.

The two of them stood together quietly. Nathan watched Isabelle as she dried herself off, blushing but not guilty. Isabelle did her best to feign chaste innocence. The slight possessiveness in his gaze kept her helplessly horny. At least she only had to wait for a little longer. She had done very well this week, and her reward was so close.

She finished drying herself. She glanced at her bathrobe and the chastity belt sitting on the counter, waiting for a command. Nathan finally tore his eyes off her body and explained, "The belt needs to air dry for a little while. You can just stay where I can see you until it's ready to put back on."

Confused, Isabelle asked, "You're locking me back up tonight? I did everything you asked so far. I thought..." She trailed off.

"You thought I would be generous because we just started chastity? Or because you bought me a keyboard? Isabelle, you don't decide when you get to cum. I've decided that your first orgasm will be on the scheduled day, not sooner," he said with an aggressive but steady tone.

She wanted to argue or plead, but the sound of his voice was enough to still any resistance. "I'm sorry. I won't try to coerce you anymore," she said.