Now with the fantasy revisited, and a potential keyholder on hand, Ellie had ordered a custom-made chastity belt, designed to fit her curves. It was a beautiful piece of art, perfectly designed to trap the female body within a tight clinching waist that could never escape over a woman’s hips. The broad front plate fitted like a snug pair of jeans, providing a constant, erotic, and teasing touch.
The belt’s remote-control lock was currently controlled by Ellie’s own phone, but she was eager for that to change. With her glamorous blonde hair shining as if in an advert and wearing a tight tan top and loose-fitting white cotton trousers, she nervously followed Kai into the café.
“What is she doing here?” Kate scowled disapproving, “You know what I’ll do to you.”
“Let her explain,” Kai replied, his cock twitching despite being on the edge of a life sentence.
He kissed his volatile keyholder on the cheek while discretely admiring her outfit. Kate’s wardrobe had become increasing expensive as her subs’ money rolled on. Today she was wearing a designer knitted white top and a flowing floral-patterned cotton shorts. Her legs stayed firmly crossed as Kai and Ellie joined her at the table.
Ellie leaned closer to whisper, “Kate, I have a belt.”
Kate’s big brown eyes widened but said nothing.
“I want you to deny me…. for a few days,” Ellie continued.
From their first encounter, Kate disliked Ellie intensely, but to Kate, that certainly didn’t mean she shouldn’t accept the request of the kinky blonde.
“If you give me control, you’ll only be unlocked when I want you unlocked.”
Now Ellie was quiet.
Kate’s dark eyes stared dominatingly. Kai was ‘her’ chastity slave and that brought with it a sense of ownership, which in turn made Ellie a rival, “It’s your choice, Eleanor,” Kate spoke slowly, “But don’t be surprised if I’ll deadlock you for a hundred years before the coffee arrives.”
“Katie,” Kai breathed, trying to break the glare between the two women.
Ellie ignored him as she studied Kate’s slowly blinking eyes, searching for some mutual attraction. Would Kate really lock her forever? Would she demand intimate body worship in return for release? Ellie desperately hoped so. She reached for her phone to send the fateful request.
“Think about it El,” Kai warned.
Kate shot him a look and uncrossed her legs, slowly exhaling as she ran her fingers along the inside of her thighs in a sign of sexual dominance over him. All her chastity slaves had showed complete obedience and she was almost longing for one of them to step out of line so she could inflict her punishment.
“I’m sorry, Kate,” he breathed with lustful eyes.
Kate had just crossed her legs and refocused on Ellie when her phone beeped. Without breaking her gaze, she pulled her phone from her handbag and then danced her fingers across the screen before throwing back into her bag.
Ellie jumped as a succession of clicks echoed from her belt, “What was that?”
“Possibly the end of your sex life,” Kate replied like a brat, her lips curling into a smile.
A flash of panicky excitement shot through Ellie’s trembling body as she realised that Kate had just changed her belt’s settings from single to deadlock. Suddenly, everything depended on this beautiful, but moody twenty-five-year-old woman.
“Thank you, it feels nice,” Ellie trembled, desperate for the woman’s approval.
Kate couldn’t help but smile as Ellie flirted with her, playfully flicking her hair. To Kate, chastity slaves were like little dolls, sexless beings for her enjoyment. Ellie’s attempts to please her were pathetic, but cute and after a hard day at work, could look even cuter between her legs.
“I’ll call you,” Kate smiled as she kissed Ellie on the lips and left.
*
Kate slipped into a seat at the back of the bus and allowed herself a smile. It all seemed so surreal and almost too good to be true. Her phone had just beeped with a message from a fifth man who wanted her to be his remote keyholder. With just a touch of her finger, the money transferred and a man somewhere in the world was locked out of his cock.
Kate balanced her phone on her bare knees and retied her ponytail. She gazed out of the window with an amused smile, imagining the man’s excitement, or maybe panic. Panic, she hoped. This game was bringing out her dormant sadist streak with endorphins now pumping through her body. She could be dangerous in this mood and within seconds she had time locked her new man for forty-eight hours. Two days of his time on earth now spent as a sexless being because of her. She waited for the panic to set in before sending a close up shot of her smiling lips.
*
Ellie had spent the rest of the day outwardly trying to make love to her chastity belt, thrusting and grinding herself against it, moaning as if it was a secret lover. She cried out in delight when she received a text from Kate who was now programmed in her phone as ‘Mistress’.
Ellie dressed in her shortest black cocktail dress and followed Kate’s instructions and arrived exactly on time at the hotel suite. Kate opened the door wearing only a pink camisole and matching shorts, visibly naked underneath. Dressed in what was no more than pyjamas, Kate looked even younger and more innocent, and nothing like a dominatrix with a growing dungeon of chastity slaves.
“It’s been fun wearing the belt,” Ellie smiled, touching her hips nervously.
“Undress,” Kate mouthed.
Ellie grinned. Being asked to undress by a man on a first date would have been terrifying, but with her keyholding mistress it felt exhilarating to be naked, “Take off the belt as well?” she joked.
“If you like…”
Kate’s breathing slowed and her eyes dilated as she watched Ellie trying to escape from her locked belt. Ellie’s breasts were heaving, and her hair tousled as Kate’s hands explored her new female toy. She indulged her fascination for female breasts, sucking her nipples and exploring the warm steel that clamped tight around Ellie waist. Kate then sat down on the large ornate wooden box at the foot of the king-size bed and spread her legs.
Ellie shrieked with delight; she hadn’t been down on a woman since her crazy twenties. She knelt in front of her mistress but stopped as she surveyed the unfamiliar legs and unknown scent of a woman she barely knew.
“It’s okay, you can touch me,” Kate whispered, beckoning the forty-year-old woman forward.
Kate thrust gently as the woman, who only a few weeks ago had thrown her out of her apartment in disgust, was now on her knees desperately seeking a way into her pyjama shorts. She gripped handfuls of Ellie’s silky blonde hair to pull her closer and lock her in place. Ellie’s touch was gentle, and her arousal built slowly, bringing her tenderly to a gorgeous orgasm.
“I have a surprise for you,” Kate purred.
She banged on the lid of the trunk that she was sitting on and listened for Kai’s indecipherable moans.
“Kai’s in the box?” Ellie exclaimed.
Kai had arrived an hour earlier with flowers and champagne. He had kissed Kate on the lips and strode across to the minibar to collect the champagne flutes. A romantic gesture, but one that was lost on a woman who needed to be in control.
Within minutes he was naked, handcuffed and ball gaged and forced to contort his masculine toned body down inside the heavy, ornate trunk. Kate had threatened to time lock him for a week should he open the lid. Not that the threat really mattered, as she had soon decided that the trunk was a much more comfortable seat that any of the room’s plush couches.
The women opened the trunk to find Kai panting deeply in the oxygen depleted air. Kate helped him to climb out and laid him down on the bed.
“Lie next to him,” Kate ordered Ellie, “I want to see you make love.”
This thought had been playing on Kate’s mind for days, intrigued to know how they would react. With Kai and Ellie lying facing each other on the bed, she used a chain and padlock to lock Kai’s cage to the front of Ellie’s belt. She then handcuffed Ellie behind her back and gently pushed a ball gag into her mouth.
Kate tiptoed on to the bed and sat leaning against the headrest. She placed her feet either side of Ellie and Kai’s heads and opened her legs to smile at her chained-up subs.
“You have my permission to kiss,” Kate whispered. Both were too shocked to move.
Kate dropped her knees to the side, scooping their heads between her thighs. She then crossed her ankles and straightened her legs, her strong adductor muscles tensing to squeeze her subs heads together until their ball gags touched.
“Kiss… or you’ll be like this for hours.”
Kai locked eyes with Ellie, the same eyes that he had watched through many a long meeting were now so close and so aroused. He pressed his ball gag against hers, tilting his head in the hope of touching her lips. Ellie already looked close to climaxing. The chain that linked them rattled as Ellie thrust her chastity belt against his cage. They couldn’t touch, kiss or fuck, yet sexual hormones were pulsing through their bodies as they communicated though moans and sensual glances.
Kai tried to move only for Kate’s thighs to tense again, crushing his head against Ellie’s. Kai looked up at the woman feeling every bit like her doll. In frustration he tried again to kiss Ellie’s lips, but again their ball gags bounced.
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