The night you have been looking forward to is finally here, and your excitement is palpable, though an occasional flutter of nervousness still passes through you. You read over your Master's note again, ensuring that you have done everything exactly as he asked. It is only Thursday, but after leaving work early with a few false coughs, you managed to get Friday off as well, and you know you are in for an exciting weekend.


You admire yourself in the mirror; your Master instructed you to wear an elegant, but easily accessible outfit, and the short black dress you have chosen will be sure to please him. You wear no jewelry, save for the collar which never leaves your neck, discrete enough to be worn in public, yet obvious to any passing Dom that you are owned.


You lift your dress up above your waist, being careful not to wrinkle it too much, and admire your freshly shaved pussy. You reach down with one hand, slowly running it up the inside of your thigh and across your mound, ensuring that it is smooth as silk. The soft caress sends chills up your spine, both for the touch, and for the anticipation of what's to come tonight. Master's last instruction was that you are to play with your pussy for 10 minutes while awaiting his arrival, so you begin to move your fingers faster, expertly massaging your clit and outer lips, and you start to get wet almost immediately.


Ten minutes doesn't seem like very long, but you are your Master's slut, and you soon wish you had something larger than a finger to fuck yourself with. Master was very clear however; you are not to use anything besides one finger, you are not to stop for 10 minutes, and most definitely, you do not have permission to cum.


You hear me enter the door in the other room, but my note told you not to stop, and so your fingers keep working, even as you breathlessly call out that you are still getting ready. You are so horny now that a constant trail of juice slides down your inner thighs, and your breaths come out in soft moans. In the reflection you see me approach behind you, and after seeing the smile on my face you are glad you did not stray from my instructions, despite how badly you want to cum. Surely with a smile like that, you will be rewarded.


I stand behind you, reaching around to pull your hands away from your pussy, placing them on the wall in front of you.


My other hand resumes playing with your clit, and it's so slippery that I insert two fingers inside you with ease, causing you to moan again.


"Master, thank you, Master. Thank you for playing with your slut's pussy. Ohhhh" My thumb starts rubbing your clit faster, and you continue to moan. "Ohh, Master, please may I cum before we go out tonight?"


I don't respond, but I don't stop playing with your pussy either. Your legs can barely support you, and you lean back against me, grinding your bare ass against the tent in my slacks. You reach back with your hands, fondling my member through my pants, even as your pussy continues to leak down your thighs. You are at the edge now, barely able to resist, fixated on the sensations emanating from your between your legs. "Please Master, please let your slut cum. Your slut needs to cum, please may I cum?"


I was planning to let you cum, but when you look up at me, the desparate arousal in your eyes drives me wild, and I decide immediately that I am going to make you suffer. I pull my hands away from your pussy quickly, making sure to grab yours before they can involuntarily reach between your legs. Your moan turns into a whine as the sensation is removed, and your legs buckle as your orgasm is denied to you.


"No slut, you may not cum. I rather enjoy keeping you horny and eager to please. Maybe, if you are good tonight, I will reward you."


You moan and pout, but the look on my face silences you quickly, as you can tell I will not be swayed. I pull you away from the wall roughly and push you over the side of the couch, slapping the inside of your thighs until I am satisfied that they are spread far enough. I retrieve a slick black anal dildo from our toy cabinet and run it softly between your pussy lips, coating it in your juices. It starts to slide in, and you immediately moan, arching your hips backwards for more friction. I'm careful not to let it slide in too deeply, instead teasing your mercilessly, not letting you obtain the relief you so desperately seek.


"Do you want me to push this deep inside of you slut? Do you want me to fuck you with this dildo?"


Your response is an even deeper moan, as you nod your head, "Please, Master. I need it so bad."


"Here is the deal slut, if I fuck you with this dildo now, then you have to wear your belt for four weeks."


Your mouth opens in shock, momentarily distracting you from the dildo between your legs. Four weeks without orgasm would be very difficult for you, and you know it. Master would make sure to tease you every step of the way too. It was too torturous to think about.


"But, if you decide not to cum right now," I began, as I pushed the dildo deep into your pussy once, then pulled it back out quickly, leaving you gasping for breath, "Then you only have to wear the belt for two weeks."


Two weeks is much more reasonable than four, but the constant stimulation between your legs is too strong to overcome. "Push it in deeper Master, please. Fuck me, please. I'll do four weeks, I'll do anything. Please!"

I smile deviously, and if you weren't bent over the side of a couch with your ass sticking up in the air, you might have seen that smile and wondered what you did wrong.


"Okay slut, four weeks it is." I say as I thrust the dildo deep into your pussy. I begin fucking you with it faster and faster, your hips gyrating in rhythm with the dildo. Your breathing grows quicker, and your moans are loud and heavy as you feel the orgasm building in you. Your inner thighs are slick with your juices, and the couch has a moist stain from your arousal.


You are so close to cumming now, you can feel it, the exquisite release you have been waiting for, as your Master fucks your pussy with your dildo. As you approach the edge, awaiting your Master's command to cum, you let him know you are ready. "Master, may your slut please cum?", you pause to catch your breath, trying to restrain yourself from cumming before you are permitted.


Suddenly all sensation stops and the dildo is pulled all the way out of your pussy. "No slut, you may NOT cum."


Your pussy is quivering for attention, but your orgasm begins to subside as all stimulation is removed. I force your legs apart, ensuring you dont squeeze your thighs together.


You are shocked; you thought I had agreed to let you cum in exchange for a longer time in the belt, but now that you think back, you realize I never said I would let you cum.


"That's right slut, I said I would fuck you with the dildo, but I didn't say I would let you cum. Four weeks in the belt now is the agreed upon time, is it not? Stand up and present yourself, it's time for you to begin your punishment."


You try to beg and plead, but Master is not having any of it. Before you know it, you are standing in the center of the room with your legs spread. Your hand are behind your head, forcing your tits forward. Your pussy is embarrassingly wet, and yet you can do nothing to relieve the ache.


Master returns and begins fitting you in your chastity belt. Each clasp that is locked causes your heart to skip a beat, as access to your aching clit is hidden away. Master begins to fit the crotch piece, locking it in front, covering your pussy, then bringing it between your legs and up your asscrack. You feel pressure on your asshole, and you realize Master has fitted your belt with the anal dildo from earlier. Already slick with your juices, it begins to slide deeper into your ass, causing you to moan and wince as it fills you. It slides all the way in, and Master snaps the last lock on the belt, stepping away to survey his handiwork.


You look stunning belted; your hands, free to roam now, immediately reach for your pussy, but every angle is blocked by the belt. Each step you take causes the dildo in your ass to shift slightly, reminding you of its presence, and sending a jolt of pleasure through your body, but not enough for you to cum.


I look at you with a smile, enjoying the look of frustration and desire on your face, "Well slut, your four weeks begins now. What do you say we go out and have some fun tonight?"


Ch2


You are pretty sure your Master's definition of fun is vastly different from your own, but the question is rhetorical, and before you know it Master has straightened your dress and is leading you towards the door.  You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window, and the sight is enough to bring you to an abrupt stop.


Your black dress looks surprisingly pristine, but the rest of you is another matter entirely.  Wisps of your hair are loose in every direction, and your neck and tits are coated in a sheen of sweat, separated only by the collar that never leaves you.  Your nipples are hard, poking clearly through the thin material of your dress.  Your eyes travel downward, and you notice the slight bulge over your pussy from your new chastity belt; it's not obvious, but is easy to tell its there if you know to look for it.  The thought that someone might figure out you are wearing it sends another jolt through your body, and your already dripping cunt quivers in embarrassment and anticipation.  Your thighs are completely slick from the nights activities, and you reach for a napkin to clean them.


"STOP!" you hear me yell, and in surprise you drop the napkin. "What do you think you are doing?  Did I give you permission to wipe the pussy juice off your thighs?"  I chuckle, "What's the point anyway?  You'll be wet again in five minutes, won't you slut?"


Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you turn away, but you know your Master is right, and your body betrays you as you only get wetter.  You crouch down to pick up the napkin, but you immediately feel your Master pull you upright.  Confused, you turn towards him, but before you can say anything, he gives you your next order.


"Slut, that is not the way for you to bend over.  Tonight, slut, when you bend over, you will do it properly, with your ass in the air, making sure to give everyone a clear view of that locked pussy, understand?"


"But... Master.."


"Enough slut.  You will do as I ask, or you will pay the price.  Now pick up that napkin, properly!"


You bend over to pick up the napkin, making sure to use the proper form, keeping your legs straight as you bend over.  The belt shifts as you reach for the napkin, driving the anal dildo deeper into your ass, and you let out an involuntary moan.  Your dress, barely short enough to cover the belt when standing, does absolutely nothing when you bend over; anyone who looks at you like this will immediately get a clear view of your locked and desperately horny pussy.  You grab the napkin, but when you try to stand up you feel my hand on your back keeping you there.


"Wait slut, stay in that position.  There's just one thing missing..."


Your Master steps away from you, leaving you bent over, and you wonder what he is up to now.  Before long, he returns, and you feel him fiddle around with asscrack and pussy shield of your belt.


"Perfect slut, take a look.  Now everyone will know what a whore you are."


You turn so your ass so you can see your reflection, and you feel humiliated as you see the note I have taped on the belt.   It says "My Ass Is Plugged" and is taped directly on the belt, covering your ass and pussy.  When you bend over, anyone who sees you will be able to clearly read it.  The shame is almost too much to bear, but it only makes you hornier, and you reach between your legs to give your pussy a few rubs, only to be stopped again by your belt.  Your Master laughs at your frustration, and without a word leads you out the door.


When we arrive at the club, you have managed to slightly regain your composure.  You step out of the car, thanking the valet who opened your door, and join your Master as he walks toward the entrance.  The line wraps around the block, but your Master ignores it completely, heading straight for the bouncers and the velvet rope.  Master doesn't have to say a word, he just nods, and the bouncer lets us through, returning the nod.


As we walk towards the entrance, Master leans close to you and whispers, "When he asks for your ID, drop it on the ground.  Then pick it up, making sure to give our friends in line a nice view, understand slut?"


All regained composure lost, you immediately feel nervous and excited at the same time, and you face flushes again as you realize you can feel your pussy continue to leak.  Before you know it, another bouncer is asking for your ID, and you drop it without even thinking about it.  Out of the corner of your eye you can feel your Master's eyes on you, so you only barely hesitate as you bend over to pick it up.  You feel the plug shift again in your ass, and your dress rises all the way over the belt, giving anyone in line who was paying attention a clear view of your chastity belt and the note.  As you pick up your ID, you catch a glimpse of the line from between your legs, and completely embarrassed, you realize that plenty of people were looking at you.  Quickly showing the ID to the bouncer, you practically run past the second set of doors, dragging your Master with you, hoping the laughs you hear behind you were not at your expense.


Once inside, you immediately turn to your Master to protest, completely humiliated.


Before you can respond, your Master interrupts, "Slut, that made you wet didn't it?  Well, you've been wet all night, but you really felt it when you gave everyone a show didn't you?  Tell me you didn't like it.  Tell me it didn't make your pussy wet, that you aren't hornier now than you've been all night.  Isn't that right?"


As usual, your Master knows you better than you know yourself.  Your pussy is as hot and wet as it's ever been, and you are not even one day into your four week chastity.  The thought only makes you even hotter, and you find yourself breathing heavier.  You know what your Master wants to hear.


"Yes Master.  I... enjoyed it.  It made my pussy very wet, and then when I realized how long I have to wear the belt...it made me even wetter Master.  I am so horny right now I'll do anything Master.  Please Master, let me please you here.  I'll do anything just let me cum please!"


Your begging pleases me, but I have other plans in mind.  I know in your horny state, you will do just about anything to get that belt off your pussy.  I notice you grinding your hips slowly, almost unaware you are doing it, and I smile knowing the anal plug is doing it's job in your ass.


I direct your attention to the crowded dance floor, and lean close to whisper into your ear, "Do you want that belt off, slut?  Would you do anything for me to touch your pussy?"


Your answer is more a moan than a word, "Yesss"


Master points to to an attractive couple on the dance floor, "They have been eyeing you since they came in.  They probably saw that show you put on at the door."  Another flush rises to your cheeks.  "You are to go over there and ask them if they would like to see your belt.  If they say yes, you are to immediately offer your services orally as a slut to either or both of them"


You are shocked, but you shouldn't be.  The thought of being forced to please a stranger while being denied yourself only makes you hornier. But what if they don't say yes?


"Then you get another week added to your punishment.  You better be convincing."  You didn't realize you had voiced your last thought aloud, but now your excitement is mixed with anxiety.   Another week of denial would be unbearable for you, desperate as you are on the first day.


Gathering your resolve, you walk towards the dance floor to approach the couple.  The woman notices you and starts to direct her boyfriend away, but you speak up quickly,


"It's alright...my...boyfriend...saw you looking at me.  I am not offended...I was just wondering....well...do you want to see it?"  You stammer.


The couple looks at you, confused, and you quickly speak up again,  "The belt I mean....I don't mind...I umm... I ..."


You follow their eyes downward as they focus on the outline of the belt through your dress.  You look down and feel humiliated again when you realize your thighs are very clearly slick with your juices.  Clearing your throat to get their attention, you ask again, "So umm, would you like to see it?"


The woman is the first to respond, cautiously, at first, then quickly "Is it....is it a chastity belt?"


Your not sure whether to be excited or disappointed that they asked about the belt, as now you know you must offer your services orally.  But you decide to answer the woman's questions first.  Your pussy responds as it only knows how, as you begin to tell a complete stranger about your predicament.


"Yes, it's a chastity belt."


"How long do you have to wear it?" the woman asks


"Four weeks", you respond, leading both of them to gasp.


From there, the questions only became more vulgar.  You struggle to maintain your composure, and you have to avert your eyes constantly, but your pussy doesn't stop throbbing.  Each question only serves to further humiliate you, which in turn causes your thighs to become even slicker from your leaking cunt.  Anyone within ten feet of you can probably smell how aroused you are.  The thought drives you even further into subspace, and you struggle to maintain focus as the questions continue.


"Are you wet now?" the woman asks,


Another blush, as you turn your eyes downward, "Yes...I am almost always wet..."


"I thought I saw a note earlier, but I couldn't read it, what did it say?", the man asks


Embarrassed again, you manage to mumble, "My Ass is Plugged"


"Is your ass plugged right now?", the woman asks, as if it were the most casual thing in the world


"Yes, it is.  There is a dildo in my ass that is attached to the belt.  Every time I move I feel it drive deeper."  Your hand is cupping the belt through your dress, but they can get no closer to your pussy.  They notice, but you don't care, and they don't bring it up. Your breathing has gotten heavier, and you focus all your attention on the sensations emanating from your pussy and your ass.  The belt prevents you from playing with your wet, horny pussy, and the plug reminds you constantly of how much of a slut you are.  Suddenly, you realize you have not heard anything from the couple, and you look towards them, coming slowly out of your reverie.


The woman's voice snaps you back in focus, "Weren't you supposed to offer us your services IMMEDIATELY, slut?" she barks, in a tone completely unlike the innocent, unsure one she had been using previously.


"Uhh...how did you know that?"  you stammer, but you answer your own question when you see her nod at your Master.


"Your Master told us what you would have to do.  Needless to say, you have failed, and he will know to punish you.   You better get used to being wet and horny all the time because he's not going to be happy!"


Realizing your worsening predicament, you quickly try to make amends, "Please Master, Mistress, I'm sorry.  I was only trying to help.  Please let this slut serve you Mistress.  Please let me suck your cock Master.  Please, I'm so horny, I can't take any more time in this!"


They don't respond, but the man grabs you roughly by the wrist and leads you towards a darker hallway.  Out of the corner of your eye you catch your Master following the three of you, but he keeps his distance.


"Now slut, what I tell your Master is dependent on how well you perform here.  Is that understood?"


"Yes Mistress", you respond, dropping to your knees without a second thought.  Occasionally people glance down the hallway, but you are heedless to anyone but yourself and the couple in front of you.  You spread your legs when you kneel, as you have been taught, and lift your dress above your belt, so that it is accessible.  You then lower the top of your dress, exposing your tits for your new temporary Master and Mistress, then look upwards with your hands locked behind your back, "How may I serve you?"