Louisa left Ben and Amy's house in a daze. Her showy cocktail dress felt conspicuous in the morning sunlight, despite her ever-perfect hair and makeup. She was no longer carrying the large bag from the day before because its contents were now clamped around her body. Her matching heels clipped to a stop so she could hitch up her dress and check on her chastity belt.
Yesterday, she had practiced locking the belt on herself so she would be ready to lock up Amy. She had been careful to keep the belt loose, with wriggle room between skin and steel, and the key close. Things hadn't gone to plan. With Ben's help, Amy had easily overpowered her and used her cruel 'sex-ending' belt on her. Amy had pulled it so tight that it hugged her like a lust struck boyfriend and of course, Amy had kept the key.
Louisa sunk into her car seat and locked the door. She had fantasized about holding both Amy and Ben's keys and that was still her ambition. Yet after the initial terror of being lock in, wearing the belt felt made her hot, and her mind had been swirling with erotic thoughts ever since. The feel of the steel against her vagina and the way it pulled tight between her cheeks was hard to ignore. As was the friend who now held her key.
Louisa arrived home and admired her new look in the mirror as she ran a hot bath. She loved how the elegant waistband clinched around her waist and ran between her cheeks as if was inserted inside her. She stepped into the bath and watched the water level climb between her thighs and bubble up around the shiny steel. She instinctively touched herself, but the usual tingling sensation was gone. She touched herself again, but the pressure against her vagina and clitoris was like a glass ceiling on any sexual sensation.
Louisa washed and dried and stared at the mirror not knowing what she was feeling. She was so hot that if she could get out of the belt, she would orgasm immediately. Damn, her mind was back on Amy and her key. She knew that Amy had kept Ben locked for years, and now she was under the same teasing keyholder. Her future depended on Amy's twisted mind and the colour of her panties.
*
Louisa slipped into designer jeans and white blouse and made the short walk to see her ex-boyfriend, John. Their relationship had been on and off for years and he was her first choice for no-strings sex.
"Surprise!" Louisa giggled as they eagerly stripped.
John dropped to his knees to kiss the front of her belt. "Cool, Lou," he growled, lifting Louisa on to the bed and laying on top of her with his erect cock pressing against the steel, "Guess I need to get you unlocked."
"Can we try with it on?"
"Sex?" John laughed, his head in Louisa's crotch, "There's nothing left."
"Kiss me!" Louisa cried.
"Where?"
Louisa had always been a physical lover, and she clasped John's head to grind it into her metallic crotch. With Amy's thighs clasped around his head, he had little choice but to obey, until Louisa stopped and looked down with damp, lust filled eyes. She hugged her crotch and rolled over, her naked bottom bouncing as she exasperatedly tried to dissipate her arousal.
"Fuck, this thing works," she moaned.
"Where's the key?" John asked.
"With a friend."
*
Louisa and Amy had been friends for a while, but their relationship felt very different as she arrived at Amy's house that evening. Louisa had dressed to impress in a short polka dot dress and matching black and white heels. She had tried on several pairs of lingerie, but the provocative silk just looked silly stretched across the steel belt.
"I'm still wearing it," Louisa whispered. Her usual arrogance dampened and replaced by a more sensual energy and big fluttering eyes that were desperate to please.
"I know," Amy replied.
"John and I tried to..." The longing in Louisa's blue eyes completed the sentence.
"Oh Lou, that's not gonna happen."
Amy was wearing a short red floral dress with tie straps that were swathed in her long, freshly styled dark hair. She poured the wine and the two friends settled down on the large cream couch. Louisa edged closer until their hips were touching.
"How did it feel today?" Amy asked.
Louisa's blue eyes smiled as they drifted back into a daydream. Louisa had been relentlessly aroused, constantly focusing on her body and the new sensations from the tight belt as it moved between her legs. It had made her feel safe, her body now impregnable to anyone but Amy, as if like a magical mistress who now protected her.
Amy waved a hand to bring the blue eyes back to reality, "So it was nice?"
Louisa nodded, "But I'm ready to be released," her voice raspy with excitement.
"Now, why would I let you go?" Amy replied seductively, "When Ben's in chastity he'll do anything for me."
"But I'm your friend!" Louisa blurted, her nipples tingling through her sheer dress.
Amy's floaty dress only reached to her mid-thigh, but her legs were clinched and crossed enveloping everything inside. Louisa tried to slide Amy's dress further up her thighs, but Amy had tucked it beneath her and was now sitting on the spare fabric.
Louisa's hand followed the soft floral pattern around Amy's hips and Amy willingly rolled to one side to let Louisa touch her butt. This is where her key had been that morning, but now there was just soft fabric and female curves. Amy rolled her hips back down, trapping Louisa's hand beneath her. The women were now close with their lips almost touching.
"Where's my key?" Louisa breathed.
She kissed Amy on the lips and then stopped as if shocked by her own actions. Amy took over, gently sweeping back her friend's long blonde hair and tenderly kissing her lips. Louisa tried to free her hand, but when that didn't work, she used her free hand to trace around Amy's lacy bra and modest breasts, all the time gazing into Amy's dreamy eyes.
"You didn't mean it when you said my freedom depends on the colour of your underwear, did you?" Louisa voice wavered.
"I did..."
"Amy, I'll never make it."
"I'll help you." Amy carefully recrossed her legs, her soft thighs sealing again like a vice.