Placed in Chastity

Isabelle sat on the couch with a large bowl of pretzels on her lap, now on her third day of calling in sick. She could only postpone leaving the house with her new chastity belt. She concluded that none of her outfits hid the thick steel restraint, regardless of all Nathan's reassurances to the contrary.

Nathan had left to go on a date. With the house all to herself, she had no reason to mask her behavior. Now she was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, making no effort to hide her impromptu vacation.

'At least he's distracted for now,'

she thought.

'I know when my boy is planning something. He's been thinking up a way to get me outside with this chastity belt.'

The sound of the front door opening interrupted her relaxation. Nathan walked in, breathing a heavy sigh. She asked, "I didn't expect you home so soon. Is everything alright, sweetheart?"

He let out a humorless chuckle. "Well, she canceled on me halfway to the restaurant." He stood in the entryway, wearing dress pants and a collared shirt that Isabelle had picked out for him. He was looking down, twirling his keys in his hand. Suddenly, he smirked. "You know," he said, "I made a reservation. There's no need to waste it. I want you to be ready to go in twenty minutes."

"You want to take me out instead?" Isabelle asked. Nathan tilted his head toward her room. She lazily got up and began walking toward the stairs.

As she passed him, she whimpered, "Do I have to?" He answered with a playful but hard spank.

Her twenty minutes were focused on her hair and make-up, hoping that she could keep the eyes of onlookers above her waist. To aid her plan, she picked a dress that did a decent job of concealing her chastity belt's outline. Eventually, she came downstairs.

Nathan looked her up and down and said, "You look good. I bet no one will have a clue about your belt."

She responded, "Okay, maybe no one will notice tonight. But still, what if someone does see the belt? What would they think?"

"I can't guess about other people, but what about you? What would you think if you knew for certain someone saw you in chastity?" he shot back. Isabelle was quiet for a long moment, in deep consideration of how to articulate herself. Nathan didn't wait for an answer. "Let's find out together."

"How?" she asked. Unconsciously, she put her hands in front of her, as if trying to hide the belt from what he was planning.

He explained, "I'll bet you wore that dress because it hides your belt. I want you to change into whatever outfit shows it off the most. Then we'll go to dinner."

A pit suddenly opened in Isabelle's stomach. She thought,

'Is that really his plan? I knew he'd find a way to get me used to this belt, but I never thought he'd go so far. It's fine, it's fine. In the grand scheme of things, a chastity belt isn't even the kinkiest thing I've worn out in public. It's just going to be the most visible. By a lot.'

She blurted out, "Let's make a deal. I'll do this for you, but you have to do something I've been wanting."

"And what would that be?"

"Can it be a surprise?"

Nathan smiled and turned away. He went to wait in the car; his way of telling her to be quick. She knew she could get away with not wearing her most revealing outfit, but she didn't want to disobey. After a deep breath, she pulled the new dress from its hiding place in the back of the closet.

It was almost completely see-through. Ironically, she bought it while gripped by a fantasy about wearing it out on some exhibitionist adventure. The lacy flower patterns accentuated the skin left visible under the sheer gray fabric. Isabelle's black bra and bright silvery chastity belt were in full view.

Wasting no time, she threw it on and marched out of the house, trying not to look at herself in any reflection on the way. Her shaky hand opened the door, and she forced herself out into the warm evening air. The wind was unbroken by her sheer dress, making her feel completely naked. The neighborhood was quiet and the street empty, but every lit up window felt like another pair of eyes on her.

Nathan watched her as she approached the car, wearing the same expression Isabelle pictured on every invisible onlooker. When she climbed into the passenger seat, he said, "Quite the bold statement. I didn't even know you owned something like that."

Isabelle didn't look at him, instead reaching for his hand and squeezed it tightly. He put his other hand around hers. "You'll be just fine, Isabelle. Whenever you feel embarrassed, just remember how much you like chastity."

She smiled, putting on a brave face. His warm hands and gentle eyes drove out the cold and the imagined stares from earlier. But he said her name.

'Why is he saying my name so often? He only does that when he's angry. There's no point asking; I know it's my fault. I make chastity such a chore for him,'

she thought. As they drove off, she straightened her back and tried to focus on meeting whatever her keyholder's expectations were.

They pulled into the crowded parking lot, the setting sun not dim enough for her to hide. Isabelle must have been taking too long psyching herself up, because Nathan opened her car door and helped her out. The walk across the parking lot was a blur as Isabelle tried to see who was looking at her without making eye contact, hid behind Nathan or any cover she could find, all while clinging to her date's arm.

Inside the busy Italian restaurant, a young hostess greeted the two. Her gaze ran up and down Isabelle's body for a moment, before she looked away and didn't look back until she had seated them. Most customers followed in kind, getting an eyeful of her racy outfit before returning to their meals. Nathan stared at her too, but his look was different. There was no judgment or surprise. It was a calm, possessive expression. He seemed like he was admiring a work of art he owned.

"Even the waiter keeps staring at me," she said between bites of her hurried stress eating.

"He's probably just marveling at how I scored a date with a milf like you," Nathan said.

She giggled at that. "I'm not a milf," she said.

He asked, "Aren't you a milf? Or rather, do you want to be?"

"What do you mean?"

He leaned in and crossed his arms. "I don't know what your surprise is for tonight, but it's clear that things are changing between us. I've tried using your name, but you get this weird look whenever I do, so I'm not sure what you want. Do you want to be my mom, or something else?"

Suddenly, things came into focus for Isabelle. She searched for the right words. "Don't take this the wrong way sweetie, but I don't want to be your girlfriend. Maybe I'll sound perverted, but I don't want to stop being your mom just because there's a sexual side to our relationship."

Nathan sank back in his chair and let out a long sigh. Isabelle stared at him, trying to notice every hint he was giving about his mood, any hint as to how he took that. Finally, he said, "I'm so happy you just came out and said that. I like things the way they are too. Especially now that we're on the same page."

"I'll bet you're happy," Isabelle said. "You get to put your personal milf in a chastity belt and a sheer dress. Are you having fun showing off your conquest?"

He said, "Ah, so you finally admit you're a milf?" They both laughed.

The rest of the evening was a blur for Isabelle. Her exposure transformed from nerve-wracking to playful. Nathan used every possessive glance and subtle flirtation to tease her. The belt against her skin felt like his hand, caressing and owning and denying her. The surprise she had planned to give Nathan crept closer, and they both reveled in the anticipation.

Before she knew it, they were back home. They stood in the entryway, Nathan waiting for her next move, and Isabelle letting him wait. Just when he was about to speak, she said, "What's the matter? You don't even want to give your date a goodnight kiss?"

He looked back and forth between her eyes and her lips, trying to figure out if she was joking. When he decided she wasn't, he put one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek. He pulled in close and kissed her. Isabelle banished the last vestige of his apprehension by including her tongue and letting him do the same.

Isabelle pulled back and whispered, "Are you ready?."

He nodded. She took him into his room and searched through his closet. When she first entered chastity, she agreed to hand over all her sex toys to Nathan, who had kept them there. She took a bottle of lube and walked to the bed.

Pulling off her dress, she said, "Just give me a few moments to warm up, and I'll be ready for you." She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. After climbing onto Nathan's bed, she lubed up two fingers and started rimming her ass. As she loosened herself up, she made sure to moan and squirm and put on a show for her keyholder. Once she could get two fingers in comfortably, she turned to face Nathan, who hadn't taken his eyes off her.

He took off his clothes with no fanfare. He was rock hard and twitching. Isabelle gently covered his cock in lube, ignoring the demanding throbs of her pussy. She was about to be fucked and denied by her boy, and that made her too horny to think. She turned away from him and pressed her chest to the bed, arching her back for him.

The moment his head penetrated her, Isabelle let out a reflexive moan. Steadily, Nathan pushed deeper in. The stretch was more than she expected, but he was being so gentle that it didn't bother her. Her boy held himself there, so deep inside her for a long while, the anticipation turning her brain to mush.

He started thrusting back and forth inside her. It started slow, but they were both too horny to hold back. Isabelle moved in sync with him. He felt so good, so right inside of her. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

Her pleasure built until it hit a wall. She couldn't cum this way. Her body just didn't respond the right way. Even knowing that she wasn't allowed, she wanted to cum. Right now, she was being used by Nathan. His sensations kept building, and he knew she wasn't reaching the edge with him. Being denied made her want to cum, wanting to cum reminded her of her denial.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and he grabbed her thighs so hard it hurt. A moment later, Isabelle felt his cum rushing into her as Nathan continued to thrust forcefully. When he pulled out, he left her with a mess of feelings. Filled and empty, wanting her orgasm and wanting denial. Desperate for more, but unable to handle it.

The two laid on Nathan's bed, kissing each other deeply. Her legs were shaking, her ass and pussy both throbbing. She knew she wasn't getting much sleep tonight, but that was fine. She could lay next to her boy, her keyholder, and be denied by him.