I'm your new slavegirl, and I didn't know there were cameras in my private quarters! Of course I read on the contract that I wasn't allowed to *rgasm without permission but I didn't think anyone would be watching me when I was *in bed*! I'm so embarrassed, but you've called me to the punishment room, and I'm very worried about what you might do with me.

I'm already in ankle shackles and handcuffs, so I can only kneel down very slowly and carefully, and getting my hands behind my head as you order isn't especially comfortable. I know that I'm supposed to ask to be punished severely, but I hope that if I sound sincere enough, the punishment won't *actually* be severe, will it?

And it looks like I'm right! You just order me to strip down to my high heels, sheer bl*ck stockings and garter belt, and m*sturbate for you. It's a bit embarrassing, I guess, but I suppose you just want to make the point that my *rgasms should be for your pleasure. And since I love fantasising about you, it's very easy to enjoy myself, telling you about how I like to think about you f*cking me, face down on the bed...when I ask for permission to c*m, the LAST thing I'm expecting is for you to say 'no'!!! You tell me to start again, and it gradually dawns on me, that you're not *going* to let me c*m at all. This must be the punishment!

After a few minutes, I'm a sweaty, frustrated mess, begging you to let me c*m before I lose my mind! And that's when you tell me what my real punishment is. The chastity belt, for a whole week, with no breaks! And I have to put it on right now, while I'm maximally sexually frustrated. Not only that, but before I lock it on, I have to insert a giant steel butt plug, that I won't be able to get out, once the belt locks on over the top. And then, for an hour each day for a week, I have to wear vicious clover clamps on my sensitive nipples. By the end of the week, that's going to be absolute agony as my nipples start to bruise. And how am I possibly going to cope without cumming once I've got a giant butt plug in my *ss? Nothing makes me more turned on!

Obviously, I know there's no point arguing, so I turn away from you as directed, so that you can watch me struggle to insert the huge steel plug. It hurts immensely, and I keep hoping you'll change your mind and let me use a smaller one. But eventually I realise there's no way to change your mind, and give in, allowing the butt plug to fill my *ss and make me instantly even more desperately aroused. My p*ssy is soaking wet, and that last thing I want to do in this world, is to lock myself into a chastity belt right now. It fits incredibly tightly, but comfortably enough to be sustainable, but as I hand the key over to you, I start to dread the clover clamps. There is *nothing* comfortable about them! Once I've managed to attach them, you direct me to handcuff my wrists behind my back, connected to the back of the chastity belt, so that even if I'm alone, I won't be able to tamper with the agonising clamps crushing my nipples. Then, at your direction, I walk up and down in front of you, describing how much the clamps hurt, and how humiliating it is to be so obviously aroused by the chastity belt and giant butt plug, while c*mpletely unable to do anything about it. This is going to be a long week!

A Punishment in Chastity 4K