It had been a long time since Cinder had met someone so cute. She felt so lucky.
So far, the hellhound's business trip had felt like a complete waste. Frustratingly so. She'd been sent over here, to a country she didn't know, a hotel she'd never have booked for herself. It wasn't that Cindy was a snob -- but what she
was
was a girl who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. She was a successful and formidable businesswoman.
The meeting she'd come for, however, hadn't gone well. I mean, how could it have? Attempting to advertise products that had no market in a country with no monsters or widespread magical education like hers -- she'd done her best, but she'd seen in the eyes of the people across the table that they knew what Cinder wanted them to sell wouldn't make them any money. And so she'd, quite reluctantly, thanked them for their time, and come back to the hotel bar -- intending to nurse the wounds of her pride, and drown her sorrows.
That's when they'd met. Her, and this petite little angel girl who'd brought her back up to her room. Tara. Her cute, modest little outfit. Her jewellery, the ornate keys on the pretty little necklace she'd play with when she was embarrassed by the hellhound's lewd remarks.
Cinder had never been particularly interested in men. They smelled bad and expected too little. They didn't try to improve themselves, and, more importantly, aroused Cinder nowhere near as much as girls did. She'd never date a hellhound like herself, though. No. Most of her species weren't even in a discipline that brought them into her social class, and besides that -- Cinder wanted someone she could dominate. Someone small, and soft, and naive, and defenceless, that she could play with and cuddle. That was Cinder's type. Her kryptonite. Someone who was the opposite of her in almost any way.
An angel girl was perfect.
"I've, um, never done this before..." Tara murmured softly in her ear as Cinder carried her through the door.
"It's okay." Cinder smiled. "I'll show you everything. How old are you? You look like you haven't been in business for as long as me-"
"Three hundred and two a week ago," The angel said quickly.
"What?" The hellhound gasped, laughing a little. "And you're still a virgin?! You look so young. Oh, my," She gently sat the angel down on the bed, beginning to loosen her clothes. "We have to get you caught up on the programme, here. What on earth have you been doing-"
"W-Well I've been very busy-" The angel stammered, pausing as Cinder hungrily removed her top, revealing her pert little breasts. "And there's something else. O-Oh, I'm a little cold... Haah..."
Cinder had paused, sitting herself behind the angel to sample and pinch at the breasts. "Is that good?" She asked, skilfully playing with Tara and making the angel pant a little.
"That's so good..." Tara sighed. "B-But listen, I need to tell you something-"
"Let's see what you think of this first," Cinder whispered, her paw sliding down, past the angel's high-fitting skirt. She reached for the area between Tara's legs, her fingers moving along the angel's skin. All of a sudden, however, her fingers found something she hadn't expected to be there.
Warm, hard metal.
"U-Um..." She said, another paw slipping down under the back of the angel's skirt to poke at the thing seated on the angel's hips.
"Um!" The angel responded, her face slowly becoming flushed as Cinder pulled the skirt's elastic rim down into her lap, revealing her well-kept secret.
"W-What?" The hellhound stammered, staring at the thick, seamless metal underwear Tara wore. "W-What's-"
"It's my, um, my chastity belt." Tara explained quickly. "It's, it keeps me safe-"
"You wear this?" The hellhound cooed. "It's so cute!"
Her paws ran over it a little, admiring the fit as the angel only blushed more, covering her eyes. But her companion wasn't upset. Her face lit up a little, then, adorned with a mixture of pride and nervous excitement as she watched the hellhound push and tilt at the waistband, noticing how impossible it was to fit a finger underneath the belt, or slip it down her body. As she stood up, pulled quickly to her feet by the hellhound's deft paws, Cinder turned her around, admiring it from all angles.
It really was a work of art. Cinder had had some fairly kinky partners, she had an idea what a chastity belt was. But this was like no chastity belt she'd ever seen. It was thick, built from what seemed like hundreds of thin, artfully cut and folded layers of gently telescoping metal, shaped around the angel's little body into particularly tight fitting pair of steely little spats. Aside from the waistband, which squeezed roughly at the angel's skin, the metal contraption had round little sleeves for her legs, ending in two bands which fitted equally firmly in place, permitting not a fingernail to pass up. The area between Tara's legs -- the area that this shimmering, gleaming fortress of polished golden-silver metal was there to protect in the first place -- was therefore so deeply protected, so jealously and utterly secured, that Cinder could not conceive of a single way she might ever reach it. She tugged and pulled at the metal, watching the telescoping layers slide around under the rough attacks of her claws until they stopped, firmly refusing to yield any further. Neither the waistband, nor either of the thigh bands would budge a single inch, either. And she definitely couldn't separate the layers. Oh, how delicious. She could find holes for peeing, and the back was a lot more open, to allow the angel to use the bathroom, and even clean herself fairly well -- but how did the thing come off? There was no keyhole... At least, none Cinder could find.
She grabbed at the bit over the angel's pubic area, pulling the layers up and down. "What if I do this?" She purred expectantly.
The angel shook her head. "I can't feel it," She said. "It's... those are only the outer layers. That, and there's a dome under there, that, um, doesn't move, no matter what-"
"Oh. Wow, uh... H-How does it, um, open?"
"Oh. I'll unlock it." Tara whispered. "I know how to open it, you see... and once it's open, you can have all of me that you want. But... If you want it opened... You have to win a game with me." She looked up Cindy then, hugging her closer as she stared up into the hellhound's eyes longingly. "It's not like I like playing the game, but it seems like you really want to..." She fumbled with her words a little, leaning up to the hellhound's long ears -- "...D-Do it, sex, with me, and I want to too, Cindy, I really do. Really. But I can't just take this off. It's the rules. S-So... Do you want to do that, Cindy? Do you want to play with me?"
The hellhound stared at her for a moment, still a little shocked at the sight of the belt. "G-Game?" She stammered, lost for words for perhaps the first time in her life. "Look, I don't really want to play a game-"
"PLEASE!" The angel pleaded, sounding almost like she was about to cry. "I-I really want to... to have s-sex..."
"But..." The hellhound sighed. "Look, I really like the kinky stuff that you've got going here. You're... really cute. You're really pretty, but I'm not sure right now we, ummm." Her breath got shaky again as she looked down at the chastity belt. By Skaab, it was sturdy. Her paw reached out towards it.
The angel watched as the hellhound ran her fingers along the edge of the thing, smiling a little. "Isn't the belt pretty, too?" She pridefully cooed. "A-Ah. Don't touch too much there around the legs, I'm s-, h-ha, very sensitive there so j-just-"
