A new Beginning

Miss Sara sub GDraak.

This is the story of how I (M27) ended up hiring my girlfriend (F29) to put the chastity belt on me, control all my orgasms and humiliate me as she saw fit.

I guess it all actually started quite a while ago. When I told him my fetishes, my hidden perversions. When I told him for the first time what kind of porn I watched secretly and how far I fantasized about going. We had played before: on our knees, with the cage, begging and punishing. I get excited just remembering it. Although it cannot be said that it stimulated her so much.

The games were few, scattered. I was dying for more.

The story changed as we prepared for a weekend getaway to Europe. We just wanted to visit a city, eat delicious food, have a good time. An idea was running through my head. It consumed me. It was born from one of my many visits to porn pages. I wanted him to cage me. That he locked me in the middle of the hustle and bustle. Feeling the chastity belt squeezing me at all times, surrounded by people oblivious to how very horny I walked among them. I asked him. I didn't know how he was going to react. I noticed from the first moment that he didn't love the idea. It didn't excite her, she felt listless. Still, he wasn't completely indifferent, he liked the idea of ​​bothering me, of having me in his power, of bitching me at will. And he said yes, that he would keep the keys for me and that he would have a great time. I don't know why, but the mere idea that he enjoyed my suffering made me horny. She found it funny, she fantasized more about my public humiliation than her own arousal. I imagined explaining at the security check what I had inside my pants. I couldn't be more scared or excited.

We did it. I would wear a completely plastic belt. In exchange, she could order me to put it back on whenever she wanted. The keys were his.

The morning of the trip we packed our bags and headed to the airport. She had the keys since early in the morning and looked at me funny in line. I couldn't help but be nervous, shrinking under his gaze. I told myself over and over again that nothing would have to happen, that it was just plastic, that everything was going to be fine. I couldn't quite believe it.

Obviously, we passed the checkpoint without incident, but my adrenaline was through the roof. And not just the adrenaline. We had plenty of time and relaxed with a coffee. They notified us that our plane would be late.

I couldn't stop thinking about the belt. Every second oppressed me. I felt it in people's looks: “I know what you're wearing.” They were so uncomfortable and so exciting. So public. So humiliating. I felt vulnerable in front of everyone. Controlled. I wanted to feel like that. Again and again.

From that moment on, things began to get complicated... We were on the plane, sitting next to each other, she was looking out the window at the takeoff while I was looking at her. I had my leg resting on mine and my head on the chassis of the plane. He looked me in the eyes and, putting his mouth close to my ear, he said in a whisper:

• Know? I want you to take a photo with it in the bathroom... as a souvenir ;)

My heart exploded, I felt how it was filling with blood and squeezing me tightly. It took me a few minutes to react. While she had opened her book and started reading, indifferent, as almost always.

On the way to the bathroom I could feel everyone's stares. They burned me. I passed quickly, as quickly as possible. Although there was a line at the bathroom and I had to wait. Once inside I undressed and looked at myself as much as the mirror allowed. I felt that the walls of the bathroom became transparent, that the passengers of the plane appeared and looked at me. I took the photo and quickly returned to my seat, head down and with my member about to explode.

• Good boy - that was the only thing he said to me. He didn't even lift his head from the book.

We arrived at the hotel without incident, we had a free tour booked for within an hour and we had time to settle into the magnificent hotel room. I had had a great time and I asked him for the keys, it had been an experience…. exciting. Now just a normal trip awaited me.

He laughed - The keys? This does not work on demand.

I felt my heart do somersaults in my chest. - Are you really not going to take it away from me?

• What do you think? - was his only response.

I hadn't come for a few days and the mere idea of ​​another one becoming an ordeal. But I can't deny that it made me even hornier. I wanted to finish. I needed to finish. And I couldn't. That was what I had always wanted. She didn't seem excited, she just wanted to play with me. And that turned me on even more.