Placed in Chastity

With steady confidence, Nathan said, "There's something I want to try with you before I lock you up again. It'll pair well with your intense sexual appetite. Do you want to try edging?"

Water dripped off Isabelle's naked body. She stood there, frozen more by his words than by the cold shower she just took. She broke into a giggle, startling both of them. "Sure! Let's try it," she found herself saying. "Can I dry off first?" It was strange to see her boy exercising so much authority. She had caught herself fantasizing about him over the past week. He seemed to have read her mind, settling into the role of dominant keyholder that she was imagining.

"So, you already know what it is. Good," he said. Isabelle patted herself dry before being marched to her bedroom. Nathan pulled her computer chair to the middle of the room. "Lay down on your bed. Close your eyes and focus on slowly reaching your first edge," he ordered.

Isabelle did as she was told, knowing that Nathan would have a clear view between her legs. Her right hand found her inner thigh, and her left trailed up to cup her breast. Her chilled skin was unresponsive to her touch. She coaxed sensitivity out with light, deliberate touches.

After a while, her left hand moved to grip the sheets next to her. Two fingers on her right hand flanked her swollen clit. Edging wasn't new to her. Being denied afterward was, but not the act itself. The key was focusing on a single area and not getting greedy. 'Just two fingers. Stop before you get too close,' she told herself.

Normally, she liked to combine different stimuli. But there was a unique pleasure in putting all her attention on one part of her body. She had to. Her nipples and her g-spot called for attention. Those distractions let her know she was getting closer. Responding to her intense focus, Isabelle's clit became a world of sensation all on its own. A small spark of feeling--the signal she was waiting for--raced toward her brain.

She pulled her hand away immediately and tried to breathe slowly. "Good job," a voice said. Her eyes shot open, looking past her separated legs to see her boy staring at her. She completely forgot that Nathan was standing there. He smiled, "Before you start again, Mom, I have a question."

Realizing that he was waiting for her, Isabelle nodded. Nathan asked plainly, "Do you think chastity is helping you?"

"W-well," Isabelle stuttered. "We started chastity to keep my urges in check. It's pretty clear that hasn't been working. But, I don't want to stop. Even if I make mistakes, I want to stay in chastity. Do you want that?"

"I want you to edge again," Nathan responded. His tone was flat, betraying no response to her question.

She closed her eyes again and obeyed. Her second edge was closer than she expected. Nathan's question made her vulnerable, and his stare brought out her desire to be used. She writhed and moaned, some impulse driving her to put on a show for him. Her hand snapped away from her cunt, and she looked at Nathan again.

He met her eyes. "Just breathe for a bit. When you're ready, I want you to tell me. Are you attracted to me?"

His words stunned Isabelle into silence for a long moment, and she wished he hadn't just asked that. There seemed to be no other way out, so she chose honesty. "I want to say 'no', but it's complicated. I like that I can turn you on. And I like it when you take control. You make me feel sexy, and that's what I'm attracted to. Does that make sense?"

Nathan said, "I want you to edge again." His deep voice had the slightest tremble in it.

Obedience was daunting this time. A sense of finality hung over her, and she felt like she was about to lose something. She squeezed her thigh and sucked air through clenched teeth. "Nathan," she said. "If I said or did something wrong, please tell me. Do you think I'm a bad person? Do you not want to do chastity anymore?"

His neutrality broke into a look of concern. Nathan walked to the bed, placing a gentle hand on her ankle. "Not at all, Mom," he whispered. "I just don't like that we've been holding back our feelings. I thought I was making things easier by turning it into a game, but I guess it backfired. You probably want to stop edging, right?"

Isabelle responded by touching herself, not breaking eye contact. His soft smile encouraged her, and his gaze traveling up and down her body tickled her skin. Her next edge came so quickly that she felt embarrassed with herself. "What else did you want to ask?" she moaned.

"Actually, I have a confession of my own," he said. "I ordered another, sturdier, chastity belt. It'll serve as a better reminder, on top of being harder to break out of. My plan was to use it to punish you if that became necessary. You lost the privilege of cumming today. However, if you disobey me, I have no problem locking you in that punishment belt for the next two weeks."

Part of her wanted to say yes, to let Nathan watch as she fingers herself to her first orgasm in two weeks. But only part of her. Something kept her hands still and her mouth shut. "I don't want to disobey," she said. "If you want me in a different belt, just tell me and I'll do it. I'll wear the new belt from now on, so please give me permission."

Nathan smirked. "Fine, but I won't hear any complaints later on. Isabelle, it's time for your orgasm."

Hearing him say her name made Isabelle feel like she had overstepped. But she had permission, and that quieted any thoughts that were left in her horny brain. Her fingertips found her wet entrance and pushed in. Her desperate pussy clenched hard, and she had to force her fingers in and out. With her other hand, she pinched her nipples. Sparks of sensual pain shot through her as her fingernails dug into the sensitive pink flesh.

Her body seemed to resist as her orgasm approached, uncomfortable with the sudden pleasure after so much denial and vulnerability. Isabelle pushed through, assaulting her own body until it finally submitted to the pleasure she was forcing on herself. Nathan was watching, and she wanted to show off for him. Her back arched, and her legs spread as wide as they could. She thrust her hips into her hand, letting out passionate, shameless moans while cumming.

She floated in her bed, lightheaded and twitching from residual waves of ecstasy. Nathan reached out to help her off the bed. She leaned on him as they walked shakily to his room. When she stood in the middle of the room, Nathan ordered her to close her eyes and stand with her legs apart. He rustled through his closet, she could hear, and he took something out. Sound and touch were the only ways to perceive the new belt that he was methodically locking her into. It was cold, heavy, solid metal.

"Remember, no complaints. Open your eyes," Nathan said. She looked down to see what she was wearing, and couldn't believe it. 'Sturdy' was an understatement. It was solid steel all the way around, except for the black silicone lining the edges. The thick belt and crotch plate would create a visible outline no matter what she wore over it. There was no hiding this. She looked at him and had to bite her lip to keep from protesting. "Does it look good on me?" she made herself say instead.

"It does," he responded. "You don't look too happy, though. Let's take your mind off things." He unzipped his pants. "Why don't you put your hands to work?"

Blindsided by how straightforward he was being, Isabelle didn't react right away. He really was different now. Wanting to know her new keyholder better, she probed, "You only want my hands? I have more to offer. Besides, as I am right now, I might just whine and beg to get out of this belt if you leave my mouth unoccupied."

Nathan's eyes flashed with something between astonishment and enthusiasm. "Well, in that case, you should quit being subtle and get to work." He pulled his pants down, letting his hard cock spring out. Isabelle kneeled in front of him. His scent was faint, but intoxicating. It seemed larger up close, and her confidence wavered.

She wrapped her hand around the base, deciding that trying to deepthroat him was beyond her skills. She kissed the tip, feeling the firm, warm flesh. Gradually, she let his cock further into her mouth as she worked her tongue around to cover it in saliva. When it was wet enough, she started bobbing her head back and forth. She looked up at Nathan, unsure of what she was hoping to see. He met her gaze and whispered, "Keep going."

With that encouragement, she went a little faster. His cock started throbbing as his breath grew heavier. She kept up, even though her jaw began to hurt. It was starting to twitch in her mouth, filling her with motivation to work even harder. "Get ready," he said. A few seconds later, Isabelle felt the cum rushing up his shaft and into her mouth. The feeling and the taste drove her wild. Suddenly, frustrated desire came to replace the relief of her earlier orgasm. She backed off a little, but kept sucking the tip until Nathan pushed her head back.

They made eye contact, both relishing the moment of Isabelle swallowing his cum. She stood up on shaky legs. With a voice both teasing and genuinely vulnerable, she said, "You made me say a lot of things that I wasn't expecting to say. Promise me that you don't think I'm a bad person."

He pulled her into a hug. "I promise," he said. Isabelle shifted her hips without purpose. "And I hate this belt," she said. "I want to wear it for you, but I'll probably complain about it. Promise me that you'll punish me every time I get on your nerves."

Nathan's hand trailed down and gave a soft but loud smack on her ass. "Don't worry. I'll never judge you, and I'll always discipline you when you need it." For a long time, they simply held each other. Isabelle would have to face going out in public with her new belt, but the thought of her commitment to Nathan being visible under her clothes gave a strange feeling. Strange, but not unpleasant.