Kim cursed her short stature yet again, as she leant over the cooktop to get the pot bubbling the rear burner. Her face flushed a deep red, as metal clicked against the benchtop. Looking over the counter to the left, it didn't seem like either of her housemates had heard the noise.
Thank God, she thought to herself.
She pulled the pot into the cold front burner and sighed, partly in relief, partly in frustration.
She hated the chastity belt her boyfriend had made her wear. She would absolutely die if her two best friends, Hayley and Naomi, ever found out she was wearing it. And most of all, she hated how wet she got when she remembered putting it on.
"Food is ready," she called as she dished the soup out into bowls.
Both women broke off their conversation and headed over to the counter to collect their food.
"Smells great." Naomi smiled. "I love it when you cook!"
"MMM." was all Hayley said, picking up her bowl.
"I hope you like it." Kim blushed a little, still not comfortable with the compliments.
"Uhh...I'm gonna go eat mine in my room," Naomi blushed a little. "I'm...behind on my studying."
"Too much time spent at Brian's lately." Hayley teased, with a slight edge in her voice.
"OOOh," Kim joined in the teasing. "Are you two back on?"
Naomi looked down at the floor, and mumbled.
"No."
Then she fled up the stairs to her bedroom.
Kim looked over at Hayley.
"Something I said?" She asked, feeling terrible.
"It's not your fault," Hayley replied. "I heard the other day that Brian is still with his new girlfriend. I'm not sure what she thinks is going on, but I don't think she's going to get him back."
Both women carried the bowls over to the table and sat. Kim froze as her belt clicked again, but Hayley was engrossed in her soup.
"You remember I have the house tonight?" Kim asked, as she ate her soup. Whatever else she might have thought, it WAS tasty.
Hayley nodded.
"Yeah, I've got plans. I'll be out of your hair in an hour."
She smirked over her soup.
"Sean coming over?"
Kim blushed but smiled.
"Yup, our standard monthly romantic date."
Hayley smiled.
"It's been what, three months now? He's over here a lot."
"It's going well" she said, and felt her pussy pulse a little in its metal prison, remembering the last time she'd seen her boyfriend. He'd made her suck him off about three times, and once the next day, leaving him fully satisfied and her completely frustrated.
That is the point of a chastity belt she thought as she finished her soup.
Hayley picked up the empty bowls and moved into the kitchen and put them in the sink.
"Just let me get my wallet and I'll get going. Can you remind Naomi?"
"Sure." Kim skipped up the steps and then turned left down the small landing. Naomi's room was on the end.
"Naomi," She knocked gently. "I have the house tonight, remember."
There was a flurry in the room, and then Naomi opened door, wearing her silky summer robe and wiping her chin.
"Oh yes, just let me get changed and I'll get out of your hair." She smiled weakly.
"Great soup, by the way."
"Ok," Kim said, looking her over. "I thought you were studying?"
"Study break." Naomi said, blushing, and then closed the door.
Ten minutes later, both Hayley and Naomi had been pushed out the door, and Kim could prepare for her date.
First, she ran upstairs and gave herself a careful enema. Then, she lubed up and pushed the plug into her ass, her fingers bumping the bottom of the metal plate.
Ablutions completed, and naked, but for her belt, she headed downstairs, setting out two wine glasses, and the chiller bucket, complete with wine and ice.
She looked over at the clock, which read 6:58 pm and panicked. Only two minutes left and she still had to get food on. Desperately, she turned the oven on, and then slide the pastry fancies she's prepared earlier in, as the doorbell rang.
"Coming, I'm coming." she yelled as the bell rang again. She dropped into a slide on her knees, popping the door open as she put her hands behind her back and her eyes down.
"I certainly hope that's not true." Sean smirked as he stepped inside. He was of middling height, probably about five-ten, with dark wavy hair to his collar. Small lines of well-trimmed facial hair traced the lines of his jaw, from the cropped goatee on his chin to his hairline. He was dressed in a black fabric vest, creamy white shirt, dark jeans, and leather loafers, a nice blend of casual and formal.
"Has she failed already?" A dark, smoky voice asked, and then Sharon stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Shorter than Sean, at five-seven, but still taller than Kim's five-five. Dark hair cascaded down under over one shoulder, covering the shoulder strap of a red dress that displayed her DD chest to its best advantage.
"I'm not sure." Sean said, directing his dark gaze to the kneeling girl. Kim's knees were parted, revealing the shiny metal between her legs. The small wavy slit that allowed her to pee, usually hidden, was on full display. The metal reflected the light because Kim spent half an hour, after her daily shower polishing it. Her b-cup breasts were bare, her dollar sized nipples hard as rocks. She had her eyes cast down, looking at Sharon's four inch heels and Sean's scuffed loafers, and her dark hair fell down in a curtain on each side of her face, blocking her peripheral vision.
"Did you cum, bitch?" He asked, voice joking. Sharon's steely gaze sharpened as they both regarded her. Kim felt his voice deep down in the pit of her stomach, something tightening as her cunt pulsed in the belt again.
"No Sir, the bitch did not cum, Sir." She replied, gaze still on the floor.
"Then why did you say you were?" Sharon asked, sharply, and her annoyed tone sent another pulse through Kim's belly.
"Miss, the bitch didn't mean she was cumming. She meant she was coming to open the door."
Sharon looked at Sean. He looked back at her, with a vicious grin.
"Speak clearer, bitch" Sharon spat at her. "We don't want to have to worry about your stupidity tonight. Am I clear?"
"Yes Miss." Kim bent forward, and gently kissed the toes of Sharon's heels, then turned to Sean and kissed his loafers.
"Welcome, Sir and Miss." she said, voice soft and eyes down.
"Shall we?" Sean offered his arm to Sharon, who took it with a smile.
They walked into the living room, past the kneeling girl, and sat. Kim pushed herself to her feet and walked in after them.
"Would you care for a drink, Sir and Miss?" she asked, lifting the wine from the chiller bucket with a slight slosh.
Sharon nodded for them both, and Kim opened the expensive bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Her mouth watered slightly, as the scent of the wine hit her. She'd been saving this bottle for a year now, and she knew that Sean wouldn't allow her to have any tonight. Last time, both he and Sharon had felt that alcohol had adversely affected her performance. In Sharon's words, when she could 'hold her liquor' she could drink with them again.
Sean sipped the wine, and then smiled.
"Well done, bitch. I like this one."
Kim felt a wellspring of joy burst in her stomach when Sean complimented the wine, but then it sank down like a cold ball as Sharon spoke.
"I don't see why you are complimenting her." She said, coldly. "It's not like the bitch did more than put it on ice."
Sean sipped it again, and smiled.
