She wanted one so badly!
"But they're all so expensive! The good ones, anyway," she murmured to herself, absentmindedly pressing back a few errant strands of her long, strawberry blonde hair.
Numi looked again at its image on the computer screen. Her eyes, in some lighting situations taking on the color of rich, warm honey, traced the contours of the device on display. "The waistband model, with the ergonomic curves. Yes. That one. With the dark black silicone edgings," she whispered. Her breath caught a little as she looked at the gleam of light on the stainless steel, dreaming that she could feel it cinched around her own waist. Her finger stroked the monitor, as if she could feel the coolness of the bright metal.
She couldn't explain this compulsion to buy one. To wear one. She didn't actually know anyone that owned one, and it was certainly not something she felt she could ask her friends. But the first time she saw an image, a real image, of a flesh and blood woman wearing a chastity belt, her body broke out in goosebumps. Goosebumps of thrill and desire. Her hand strayed to her pussy, and she started playing with herself again. "Oh, maybe that's one of the reasons I want one so badly. Some feeling of guilt about always fondling my sex? Judging that I do it too much?" she thought. It was true, to some extent. She usually masturbated several times a day.
She'd already dismissed two of the offered models. The one that showed the chains running from the perineum up over a woman's butt cheeks to her waist looked silly and uncomfortable. And the other one, that had a single wire cable that ran from the same area up the center of her backside looked like the thong from hell. So those had no appeal at all.
"But this one," she thought, "this looks like the real deal." She was looking at the image of the chastity belt that had the continuous crotch strap and anus opening. It even had an anal shield that could be locked on, adding slots in which she could lock in anal or vaginal dildos. Just the thought of walking around with the belt securely forcing those items deep into her holes made her shudder with anticipation. There was one other design option to consider, which was how her front area would normally be covered. There was something appealing about having a grill, rather than a simple slot there. She knew she'd have to flush that grill while standing in her tub, spraying it with water every time she finished urinating. The thrill of such humiliation made her toes tingle.
But, with the sad sigh, Numi dismissed the image and walked away from her screen. "What's the use of dreaming about it?" she asked aloud. "I'm barely scraping by with the salary from my current job. I love being a barista, but I have to admit that it doesn't pay all that well. Sure, I get all the coffee drinks that I want, and my coworkers and the customers are all great people. Even though I have to get up really early, I look forward to going to work each day, knowing that those people will brighten my day."
Numi understood that part of the thrill would be going to work wearing that chastity belt underneath her clothing. She imagined that she'd have an even larger grin than normal on her face because she'd be thinking about the secret of what she was wearing. She'd try to guess what each person's reaction might be if they learned about her secret. She wondered if something less expensive would suffice.
She started out with something small and simple. Looking through her meager selection of sex toys, her eyes lit up. "Let's see if this will do," she murmured, withdrawing the suction device and two rubber nipple rings. Standing naked in front of her bathroom mirror, she threaded one of the nipple rings onto the tip of the suction tube. Inserting her left nipple into the opening of the tube, she applied suction, watching her nipple swell prodigiously as it was drawn well up into the tube. With her thumb and index finger she rolled the rubber ring off the end of the tube, which secured it firmly against the base of her nipple. She repeated the procedure with her other nipple.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she said aloud, "I know that this has nothing to do with mimicking a chastity belt. But I really like the way these rings make my nipples swell and look so naughty and obscene. They'll show up nicely under my blouse, and their rubbing against it as I work will drive me crazy." She turned this way and that, especially appreciating the side views. "Now for the main event."
She took her length of cotton rope and doubled it at its center, forming the bight. She'd studied several approaches on various sites, and opted to do a double wrap around her waist, before tying the strands off in the center, over her lower tummy. Dropping the ends straight down toward the floor between her feet, she measured with her hand and tied the strands together with a knot, then two more, lower than the first. Passing the loose strands between her thighs, she drew them up into her ass crack, and passed them under the double wrap near her sacrum. She held her labia open as she snugged the knots against her sex. As she'd hoped, they ended up near her clit, pee hole and vaginal entrance.
With her hand still behind herself, she walked around a little experimenting with putting more and less tension on the free strands, until the snugness felt... well... 'sexy' for lack of a better word. Holding that tension, she tied the rear knot, and tucked away the remaining loose ends. Her crotch rope was done. It wasn't exactly a chastity belt, although it hugged her in a manner that she thought might be reminiscent of one. Of course, as she walked around in it, the movements of her muscles made the knots rub against her sensitive areas in a way that quickly became arousing! A strict chastity belt wouldn't do that, certainly. But one rigged with vaginal and/or anal plugs might!
The main problem was that when she put on a skirt over the crotch belt, she was too worried that people might see the bulges caused by the knots at her tummy and sacrum. There may have been ways to tie even 'flatter' and less obvious knots, but she lacked the skills to do this to herself. She compromised by wearing jeans to work, but liked working in skirts better. The nipple rings acted as she suspected, causing her to pay more attention to her chest than to her pelvis. So, the crotch rope experiment was deemed a partial success, but Numi still craved wearing a real chastity belt. A really, really good one. An expensive one. She'd either have to scrimp and save for a long, long time, or quit being a barista, and find a job that paid better. But she loved her job as a barista. The adage 'find a job that you love and you'll never work a day in your life' was so true.
One day, Numi was visiting an adult toy store, looking for more inexpensive toys, but actually hoping to view and lust after any chastity belts that might be there. Her eyes lit up when she found some, on display in the glass case by the cash register. One was precisely the model she was looking for! Her heart raced with joy. Then she saw its price, almost the same as advertised online, and her heart sank.
The woman that ran the store noticed her interest. "Looking to buy one of those, dear?"
"Oh, I'd really love to. But I can't afford one on my salary," Numi said, sadly, still staring at it.
This revelation slowly led to a discussion about her job, her life, and her interests, since business was slow at that moment. After a while, Numi felt comfortable enough with the woman to expose more of her kinky side, telling Jennifer, the owner, about wearing the nipple rings to work. And the crotch belt experiment that was fun, but not the solution.
"I think I understand," Jennifer said. "Wearing a chastity belt is rather the ultimate form of bondage for a woman - locking away her sex. Loss of control of that part of her body, of her very sexuality. Feeling her horniness grow, and being unable to do a thing about it!"
Numi nodded, saying, "Yes. Yes, you're so correct about all that." She was practically drooling, hearing Jennifer's explanation.
Jennifer looked at her thoughtfully. "I've got an idea, but I don't want you to get mad at me."
"If it's just an idea, I don't see how it can make me mad. So tell me about it," Numi stated.
"Well, first I've got to ask if you have any trouble with the idea of men and sex. I guess what I'm asking is whether or not you're a lesbian, or celibate, or something," Jennifer explained quietly.
Numi giggled. She whispered, "I'm not a lesbian. And I guess I've been celibate for a while, but that's not my choice. I just haven't had a boyfriend for a while... or a girlfriend, for that matter." She looked around to make sure no one was nearby, eavesdropping. "I guess I think of myself as bisexual."
Jennifer smiled. "Well that's one hurdle we've gotten past. As far as sex goes, are you strictly a cock in pussy gal when it comes to men?"
"What? What do you mean?"
Jennifer rubbed her chin, thinking. "Okay, I'll ask it another way. When you're having sex, do you use your hands? Do you use your mouth?"
"Oh! You're asking if I've given my boyfriends hand jobs or had oral sex with them." She laughed quietly. "Of course I have." She looked around to make sure no one else had drifted near. "I really like the feeling of control when I have that cock in my hands or in my mouth. There's something so satisfying about feeling it stiffen. Feeling the guy's desire, hearing his sounds when he's getting close. Realizing that I have the power to make him cum when I want to - that I'm in control. Don't get me wrong. I also like feeling him thrusting in and out of me. Feeling that passion as he pounds against me, trying to bury his dick deep inside me as he lets loose." She blushed. "I'm surprised that I'm telling you this. These intimate details. But I guess I just feel comfortable talking with you about it, since you seem nice and sympathetic."
"Do you know that this store has a glory hole?" Jennifer asked, watching Numi's reaction closely.
"A glory hole? You mean a hole in some wall where the guys stick their cocks through, expecting to be serviced? Like I've seen in some sex videos?" Numi asked. Her tone of voice indicated that she never had given any consideration that those were anything other than staged porn activities.
"Exactly. That's precisely what I mean."
Numi was surprised at how calmly the woman made this pronouncement. Her matter-of-fact, business-like tone of voice seemed so at odds to the subject matter at hand.
"Gee, I didn't know those were real things," Numi confessed.
"Would you like to take a look? Mitzi's in there right now, but she won't mind," Jennifer assured her.
