Stories and Captions mostly dealing with chastity and cum control. I'm into the idea characters being led/conditioned/trained to do something without explicitly being forced. So most stories will be in that vein.
Sarah sat in her room, her eyes fixed intently on the digital timer displayed on her phone. Silently it ticked away second by second, representing everything she had been longing for. She stripped off her clothes revealing the shiny metal chastity belt she had trapped herself in for the past month.
As the timer continued toward zero, Sarah's heart raced with anticipation. Her fingers tapped nervously on the front of the belt. For weeks, she had been waiting for this moment. She could barely remember the last time she had been able to cum.
As the timer finally reached 0, the belt beeped and Sarah felt its grip loosen slightly. She wasted no time. Within seconds the belt was off and she was rubbing herself to a much needed orgasm. It took her less than a minute to reach the edge. She slowed slightly enjoying the feeling. She had spent so long waiting for this moment. She didn't want it to end too quickly.
Her willpower didn't last long and she quickly approached the edge again. The long awaited orgasm was something she had been yearning for. But now, she hesitated.
She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and yet, she couldn't help but question herself. Was this really the right time? Could she be patient just a little while longer?
The allure of delaying gratification beckoned to her. The delicious horny energy, the firm but gentle grip of the belt always present. The feeling of it holding her so intimately, making sure she never went very long without thinking about her pussy, a constant reminder of the control she had given up. Did she really want that to end?
Her hand sped up. Of course she did. She had never been so horny. All she wanted was to cum. Why would she give that up now? She hit the edge again. She was right there. It would only take just the gentlest touch to send her over the edge and give her everything she wanted, but somehow she just couldn't do it.
With a deep breath, she made up her mind. She kept masturbating with one hand while she grabbed the belt with the other. Just as she was finally feeling the start of that glorious relief she so desperately needed, Sarah stopped and clicked the belt shut.
It beeped once confirming it was locked for another month. In that split second, something inside her mind shifted.
She didn't want to do this. She hated being locked up. She remembered the sleepless nights, the dates she had to turn down, the trouble focusing on anything but her needy pussy.
She grabbed the waistband of the belt and tried to open it. It was firmly locked.
And being horny all the time. Oh god, how could she have done this to herself again? She had been so close. She could feel her pussy throbbing in protest of the sudden lose of stimulation. Why did she ever buy that belt?
She paused suddenly. Why did she get the belt? She couldn't remember.
A memory, long buried and forgotten, began to resurface.
Her grip on the belt tightened as images flashed before her eyes. A dimly lit room, soft, soothing music playing in the background. A pendulum swinging back and forth, back and forth. The voice of her ex, calm and reassuring, guiding her into a deep trance.
The ex who had tried to get her to play along with fantasies of hypnosis and chastity. Fantasies of giving up control and sexual slavery.
Sarah's heart raced as she tried to make sense of the fragments. What was she remembering?
The relationship had ended. Sarah had said she could never be with someone so controlling. Her ex hadn't taken it well.
As the recollections continued to flood in, she realized the truth. She had been hypnotized, manipulated into forgetting. This was never something she wanted.
Fury coursed through her, and she slammed her fist on the belt. Sarah's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and a deep sense of humiliation. Because as angry as she was at this betrayal, most of all she still just wanted to cum.
She had been soooo close. Even now she could feel the orgasm she needed, dangling just out of reach. The need hasn't diminished at all, in fact if anything she was even more turned on. She pulled at the belt, and tried to squeeze her finger under the front shield. When that didn't work she tried to pound on it hoping some bit of vibration would make it through. She just needed a little bit more. She twisted and writhed hoping to find some new angle or technique that would let her touch, just a little.
She needed help. Could she call the police? Would they ever believe this? She sat there with the phone in her hand and tried to think of someone she could turn to.
The phone buzzed in her hand startling her out of her deep thoughts. A text from an unknown number. "Great performance as always. It gets better every time."
She stared at her phone in confusion. The message history showed she had send a video to this number an hour ago. She looked at the clock trying to remember what time this who fiasco had started. The clicked on the video and watched in horror.
It was her. She scrolled through the video. It had her waiting for the countdown, her playing with and edging herself before locking the belt back on. Then the sudden realization, her escape attempts. Somehow she had recorded it all and sent it without even realizing it. She shook with fury. All this just so her ex could have a private show to enjoy her suffering? It wasn't fair. She had to get out of this. She had to put a stop to it. SHE HAD TO CUM!!
Her phone buzzed again with another text. "Hope you had fun remembering everything, but it's time for you to forget again. Talk to you in a month."
Sarah sat up in bed. She must have dozed off after cumming and locking her belt back on. She was already aching to be touched again. It was funny. She felt like she was hornier now than she was before the belt unlocked.
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Sarah sat in her room, her eyes fixed intently on the digital timer displayed on her phone. Silently it ticked away second by second, representing everything she had been longing for. She stripped off her clothes revealing the shiny metal chastity belt she had trapped herself in for the past month.
As the timer continued toward zero, Sarah's heart raced with anticipation. Her fingers tapped nervously on the front of the belt. For weeks, she had been waiting for this moment. She could barely remember the last time she had been able to cum.
As the timer finally reached 0, the belt beeped and Sarah felt its grip loosen slightly. She wasted no time. Within seconds the belt was off and she was rubbing herself to a much needed orgasm. It took her less than a minute to reach the edge. She slowed slightly enjoying the feeling. She had spent so long waiting for this moment. She didn't want it to end too quickly.
Her willpower didn't last long and she quickly approached the edge again. The long awaited orgasm was something she had been yearning for. But now, she hesitated.
She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and yet, she couldn't help but question herself. Was this really the right time? Could she be patient just a little while longer?
The allure of delaying gratification beckoned to her. The delicious horny energy, the firm but gentle grip of the belt always present. The feeling of it holding her so intimately, making sure she never went very long without thinking about her pussy, a constant reminder of the control she had given up. Did she really want that to end?
Her hand sped up. Of course she did. She had never been so horny. All she wanted was to cum. Why would she give that up now? She hit the edge again. She was right there. It would only take just the gentlest touch to send her over the edge and give her everything she wanted, but somehow she just couldn't do it.
With a deep breath, she made up her mind. She kept masturbating with one hand while she grabbed the belt with the other. Just as she was finally feeling the start of that glorious relief she so desperately needed, Sarah stopped and clicked the belt shut.
It beeped once confirming it was locked for another month. In that split second, something inside her mind shifted.
She didn't want to do this. She hated being locked up. She remembered the sleepless nights, the dates she had to turn down, the trouble focusing on anything but her needy pussy.
She grabbed the waistband of the belt and tried to open it. It was firmly locked.
And being horny all the time. Oh god, how could she have done this to herself again? She had been so close. She could feel her pussy throbbing in protest of the sudden lose of stimulation. Why did she ever buy that belt?
She paused suddenly. Why did she get the belt? She couldn't remember.
A memory, long buried and forgotten, began to resurface.
Her grip on the belt tightened as images flashed before her eyes. A dimly lit room, soft, soothing music playing in the background. A pendulum swinging back and forth, back and forth. The voice of her ex, calm and reassuring, guiding her into a deep trance.
The ex who had tried to get her to play along with fantasies of hypnosis and chastity. Fantasies of giving up control and sexual slavery.
Sarah's heart raced as she tried to make sense of the fragments. What was she remembering?
The relationship had ended. Sarah had said she could never be with someone so controlling. Her ex hadn't taken it well.
As the recollections continued to flood in, she realized the truth. She had been hypnotized, manipulated into forgetting. This was never something she wanted.
Fury coursed through her, and she slammed her fist on the belt. Sarah's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and a deep sense of humiliation. Because as angry as she was at this betrayal, most of all she still just wanted to cum.
She had been soooo close. Even now she could feel the orgasm she needed, dangling just out of reach. The need hasn't diminished at all, in fact if anything she was even more turned on. She pulled at the belt, and tried to squeeze her finger under the front shield. When that didn't work she tried to pound on it hoping some bit of vibration would make it through. She just needed a little bit more. She twisted and writhed hoping to find some new angle or technique that would let her touch, just a little.
She was furiously grinding and humping the edge of her wooden desk when she had a strange feeling of Déjà vu. Had she done this before. Sarah tried to remember. The breakup had been more than a year ago. How long had she been in the belt? An hour ago she would have said it was a month. But now she didn't clearly remember the first time she put it on.
She needed help. Could she call the police? Would they ever believe this? She sat there with the phone in her hand and tried to think of someone she could turn to.
The phone buzzed in her hand startling her out of her deep thoughts. A text from an unknown number. "Great performance as always. It gets better every time."
She stared at her phone in confusion. The message history showed she had send a video to this number an hour ago. She looked at the clock trying to remember what time this who fiasco had started. The clicked on the video and watched in horror.
It was her. She scrolled through the video. It had her waiting for the countdown, her playing with and edging herself before locking the belt back on. Then the sudden realization, her escape attempts. Somehow she had recorded it all and sent it without even realizing it.
She shook with fury. All this just so her ex could have a private show to enjoy her suffering? It wasn't fair. She had to get out of this. She had to put a stop to it. SHE HAD TO CUM!!
Her phone buzzed again with another text. "Hope you had fun remembering everything, but it's time for you to forget again. Talk to you in a month."
Sarah sat up in bed. She must have dozed off after cumming and locking her belt back on. She was already aching to be touched again. It was funny. She felt like she was hornier now than she was before the belt unlocked.