A Drunkenly Purchased Chastity Belt

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. My short stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my personal interests, fetishes, or personal history.

F/F. Bisexuality. Chastity. Schoolgirls/College. Dorms. Sexting. Cheating/Infidelity (implied/unaddressed). Embarrassment/Shame. Semi-Public Kink. Oral (F/f). Fingering (F/f). Dildo/strap on use (F on f). Mild D/s. Mildly dubious consent.

Let's Begin!

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It had really been Greg, the class clown, rather than Ms. Marshall that had brought up the topic of chastity belts in history class. Amy hadn't, at first, paid it too much mind, and thought the interruption in her lesson more annoying than funny. Amy of course knew of chastity belts, as things that existed, but had never given it any more thought than that. So she mostly just felt awkward watching Ms. Marshall stumble over herself trying to elusively answer Greg's questions and instead spent time texting her best friend and roommate, Alice. Amy and Alice had been friends since High School, and had decided to split an apartment together when they got accepted to the same college.

Currently, she was sending her links to articles about videogames and science puns, and occasionally she would flick her eyes over and watch her giggle in her seat next to her. It was quieter than whispering, at least. With a nod toward Ms. Marshall Amy sent "WHY IS GREG SO INTERESTED IN THIS ANYWAY" and Alice pinged back "Maybe he wants one for himself", sending them both into giggles.

This would have been the end of it had the night gone any differently. As it was, however, Amy and Alice ended up having friends over, and one or two drinks turned into ten or twelve. Alice, in her drunken state, asked Amy if she remembered the topic from history class that morning, and when Amy affirmed that she did, Alice pulled out her laptop and started googling chastity belts, apparently hoping to bring up pictures. And boy were there pictures. And videos. And online shopping sites to order them, in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes. They spent a good hour laughing over chastity belts, which neither of them any more than vaguely remembered the next day.

In fact, the girls basically forgot about it until the package came.

It was serviceable, non-frilled, and made for a woman. The only nod to aesthetics came from the heart shaped lock on its front. Amy and Alice had no idea what to do with it.

In the end, it was Alice's idea to try it out, after she found out about the no-return policy. She reasoned that, well, they paid for it, might as well see how it goes, right? But then came a small dispute over who would actually put the thing on. In the end, they decided to bet it on a coin toss.

Amy lost. After some fiddling about, and some attempts at decency, she found herself strapped in. It wasn't exactly sleek or comfortable, but could be hidden to some degree under clothing. After a few minutes, she turned to Alice.

"Alright, I'm done with this thing, can we take it off now..." She would have continued, but about that time Alice's alarm went off.

"Shit!" she cursed, "I have to go or I will be late for class."

"You can't just leave me like this," Amy cried.

"Hey, I'll be back in a bit, don't worry."

"Just take it off!" Amy called out, but Alice was already bolting for the door.

Alice returned at the end of class, finding Amy still at their apartment, apparently having decided to skip her own class. "What's this? Too embarrassed to leave?" Alice teased. Amy glowered at her.

"What was I supposed to do, just go out like this?"

"That's what it's made for, isn't it?"

"Oh shut up, just unlock me already"

Alice started rummaging in her bag, her fingers wrapping around the key. But then she hesitated, her back to Amy. "You know," Alice said, her mind plotting quickly, "I just am not sure where I put that thing."

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh very much so. It couldn't have gotten far. Until then, you'll just have to deal with it."

Amy groaned and collapsed back on the bed, struggling at the metal monstrosity, as if she could wriggle free from it's grasp. After some time of Amy struggling and Alice "looking" for the key, Amy began to all but tear apart the room in her search. Eventually, however, it had grown too late to reasonably stay up without being completely dead for classes and Amy had to begrudgingly (and with much fidgeting) go to sleep.

The next day had the girls back in history, and Alice persuaded, with a good deal of pushing, Amy to attend. She sat, paranoid and sulking, low into her chair for the entire lecture. The rest of the day went much the same, though half way through Amy started getting the texts.

Apparently her boyfriend, Brian, had gotten it into his head that he was horny, so for hours he'd been sending her dirty texts in an effort to convince her to leave class and meet him. Amy could only sit, squirming, reading the words, obviously turned on by them. She didn't want to stop responding and worry Brian, but nor did she want to encourage his lasciviousness. It was of little use, for, to her horror, Brian met them as they were leaving the lecture hall. All Amy could even do was bolt, and, laughing, Alice did her best to explain that she'd come down with some sort of stomach bug.

Back at the apartment, Amy was flustered, desperate to remove the foul contraption. Alice, knowing Amy couldn't take much more of this, finally decided that perhaps the game was up.

"You know," she said, leaning close, "I might actually remember where that key is."

"Oh my god! Then get it"

"Well, I would, but that would be too easy."

"What the hell, Alice, just give me the key!"

"What will you give me for it?"

Amy balked. She could feel the heat between her legs, her juices dripping down the slats.

"Anything, just give it to me!"

"Anything at all?"

"Yes!"

Suddenly, Alice reached forward and grabbed Amy's ass, pulling her forward. "You know," she said softly, "I've always found you rather attractive." A blush blossomed almost instantly onto Amy's face.

"What are you asking...?"

Alice slowly ran her hands up over Amy's breasts, causing her to shiver, and began to openly fondle them. "You aren't the only one all hot and bothered. Maybe if you help me find relief, I can offer you yours..."

At first, Amy looked ready to immediately refuse, but her stern features softened and she felt her body arching to meet Alice's touch. "Fine," she said, nearly at a whisper, "I'll do it."

Grinning, Alice slinked back to her bed, hiking up her skirt as she went and pulling down her undies. She lay back and spread her legs. Embarrassed and shy, but very desperate, Amy approached, tentatively pressing her mouth to Alice's wet hole. Gradually, her pace and eagerness quickened, her tongue deftly lapping circles and darting over Alice's clit. Alice moaned in triumph and pleasure, grinding and bucking her hips into Amy's face. Sooner than she had anticipated she exploded into orgasm.

"There!" Amy said quickly, Alice's juices still running down her face, "Now unlock me!"

"Certainly," cooed Alice. She glided over, hiking Amy up onto the bed, trailing her fingers over her body. Just as she stood poised to open the lock, she stopped. "If you ask nicely."

"PLEASE, I did what you asked!"

"Please Mistress, say it."

"Jesus Christ... Please, Mistress!"

Alice proceeded to unlock the chastity belt. She wasn't done with Amy by any means though. As she removed the device, she slid her hands over Amy's wet pussy, sending spasms over her. "Alice... what are you doing," she gasped.

"Oh, surely Brian isn't the only one who can make a girl cum, you obviously need relief sooner than that!" As she finished speaking, she slid her fingers inside her roommate, using her thumb to massage her clit. Amy groaned, and made no effort to pull away. Seeing her moment was at hand, Alice took the opportunity to deftly rummage under her bed, making sure Amy didn't notice.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but Alice managed to attach her strap on while still fingering Amy. If Amy noticed she made no comment, though her face largely stayed pressed into her pillow. Alice waited a few moments, bringing Amy to her first orgasm, heaving and panting, before removing her fingers and plunging in the silicone toy.

Amy squeaked and gasped. "ALICE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Fucking you," Alice replied cooly, rolling her hips, thrusting the dildo in and out of Amy. She gave one more heavy thrust and held herself to Amy, buried to the hilt in her pussy. "Though... you don't seem to appreciate it very much."

As much as Amy seemed displeased at the turn of events, Alice stopping didn't make it any better. Whimpering, she gyrated her hips against the toy. "Well, I guess it's ok"

"No, no, I simply will not continue unless you ask."

Amy blushed and whined. "I... I... could you keep doing that?"

"Not even a please"

"Could you keep doing that please?

"Please what?"

"... please, Mistress"

Alice promptly continued her thrusting, pushing Amy into the mattress, moaning and gasping, building into orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, a bit worn out, Alice collapsed onto the mattress herself. Amy scooted up close to her, laying one arm over her body. "Alice..." she started, uncertain, "I've never been fucked like that before. You were... so much better than Brian."

Alice smiled. "You know, it doesn't have to end here." She pulled Amy closer, running her hands over her breasts for a moment, then pulling her into a deep kiss, drinking in the taste of her mouth. At first Amy moved to pull away, then surrendered to the passion, returning the kiss eagerly, running her own hands over Alice's pert breasts and down her body.

"I think I could live with this," Amy said softly. "But you know... now it's your turn to put that thing on.