[Fiction] fultime chasity slave

[iamapussylover]

The first time I lay eyes on her, it was like an instant spark. The loud music and drunken crowd are completely invisible to me. "I must have you," I thought to myself. Her bright red lipstick and deep blue eyes instantly have my hormones rushing. The bright blue one piece dress matches your eyes, and leaves enough to the imagination to make me insatiable. The vertical black stripes on the skirt make your curves flow beautifully. I want you; no, I need you. She glances my way, and I see her eyes light up with the same glow that mine must have.

I start to meander my way through the crowd, maneuvering around the groups of people that block my path to you. In stark contrast, every step of yours seems to part the crowd with ease. Her stride is a little short, but not unnaturally so. A few drunk men grab her , but she doesn't even take notice. Her powerful walk just heads in my direction.

I extend my hand as an invitation to dance. Without pause she lays her palm in mine and almost automatically I raise our grasp up above her head. She twirls inward until my arm is around her waist, and her perfect, slender body is pressed tight up against mine. I whisper as sexually as I can into her ear, "I need you." The tone of voice I choose is not one of desperation, or even one of power. It isn't a request or a suggestion; it is a command. Her arm wraps up around my head and she whispers back, "I'm yours." Her voice is heavenly.

“May I invite you to my house?” She nods and smiles, shyly looking down to my feet before raising her eyes to meet mine. Her eyes scream lust and need.

“I'd like nothing more,” she says softly. I escort her out to my waiting vehicle, parked right out front. The driver opens the door for the lady and I and we step inside. The door closes and once the driver gets in, we depart for my house. Seconds after we start rolling, I place a finger on her chin and turn her head towards me.

“May I know your name, miss?”

“Kara. And may I know yours, Sir?” Sir. I like that.

“If I told you that my name was Sir, would you believe me?” She bites her lower lip.

“Probably not, but who am I to question?” My eyes scan her body, and my erection is becoming harder to hide. It is just now that I notice a flash of shiny metal around her thigh. I know instantly what it is, but I don't say anything. My gaze returns upon her eyes and notice a new look. Her eyes look softer and her lips a tiny bit parted. She wants me, but it's more than that. She may be the type of girl to go out for self confidence boosts, but I don't think it's that. She may go out for the thrill of the chase, but I courted her too easily. My mind races with ideas, but her voice snaps me out of it.

“Sir, please stop undressing me with your eyes. I have a surprise for you later on.” I already know of the surprise, but I figure I can keep a secret. For now.

“Can I undress you with my hands later tonight,” I ask, knowing the answer already. It's more to continue the conversation than to ask permission.

“You could undress me right now if you desired, Sir. But if you wait until we are inside your house, I'll make the wait worth it.” All the doubt in my mind disappeared with these words. I knew she wasn't the type to doubt her body. She may have liked the chase, but I never chased her. She wanted someone to take control over her. Whether it be for tonight or forever, she wanted someone special. She wanted a Master.

The car slows down and stops right in front of my house. My driver gets out and opens my door, and I step out. She grabs my extended hand and I help her out of the car. I tip the driver heavily and escort Kara through the front door. Her tiny strides slightly impair her on the steps, and several times she had to brace against me, but she continues on. Not a second after the front door closes does she turn to me and looks me straight in the eye. Her eyes are soft.

“I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but a house is a better place for this.” She reaches into a hidden pocket imbedded in her dress adjacent to her left breast. She pulls out a set of two keys on a small ring. One of them is a standard key, the other is just a textured tube. No protrusions, no big notches, just a textures cylinder.

“What are those,” I ask as if not knowing what they are the keys to. She hands them to me, and then sinks down to her knees, her head down.

“Sir, I am a very kinky girl. I like to be used and abused. I could tell that you are confident about yourself, which is why I walked to you. When you first spoke, and those words were so commanding...I just couldn't help it.” She looks up at me, into my eyes. “And when you said your name was Sir...I just fell apart inside. I know you're the one to take control of me. If I'm not the one for you, please just hand the keys back and let me leave...” I could see a look of submissiveness in her eyes.

I start to walk a circle around her like a vulture stalking its meal. “I've been a Master to many girls before, but none were ever as dedicated as you are right now. If you want me to take control over you, you must show me that you will be dedicated to the cause. I won't be toyed with.” My voice is powerful and commanding, and I can see her knees trembling.

I'm not some kind of heartless person so blind to the obvious. What she is asking of me is something that takes months to prepare. Most of that time is building a sense of trust. I must trust her, and she must trust me. So why did the perfect girl, both in body and sexuality, fall into my lap?

“Kara, how much do you trust me?” She looks stunned at the question. I'm sure she was expecting something else.

“I...I guess a lot, I mean I gave you the keys to my-” she stops mid sentence.

“The keys to what, Kara?” I want her to say it.

“My sexuality.” Of course what she means is a chastity belt.

“You gave me, a complete stranger, the keys to your most primal instinct as a human being?” I give a slight chuckle. “Why?”

“Because I need a thrill, Sir. Most guys are boring. They freak out at the first sight of anything that could prevent them from getting a little bit of pussy. I want a thrill. The bar is a good place for me to go hunting for people, but they are all too drunk to know what's going on. That's when I layed eyes on you...” Her voice changed from a submissive tone to more of a powerful one.

“So you pad lock your thighs together?” She gives me an inquisitive look. “Yes, I noticed them in the car ride. What if you need to escape? What if the guy you-”

First I hear a distinctive snap of metal, then she shuffles to her feet. She is standing fully straight, arms guarding her chest, her right leg forward, muscles prominent. Her eyes are no longer soft, but focused and serious.

“If you intend to harm me, I can kill you.”

I pause for a second. “How did you...” I stumble over my words. My powerful and dominant voice has become docile, inquisitive, and unsure.

“I've been taking gymnastics since I was four. When I turned eighteen I enrolled in pole dancing lessons and am still taking them, three years later. Plus the link I used was a cheap, twenty cent link bought at the hardware store. This isn't the first time I've broken a link like this. The legs are quite powerful.” She is still standing in her fighting stance, but her arms have dropped to her sides. Her voice strikes a clear message into my head: Do not abuse this relationship.

“I'm trying to figure this out. So you are physically strong and powerful woman and you want me, a total stranger, to take complete control over you. You want me to use you for what I want, which will be sex. You want me to abuse you, which I assume means physically abuse. And you want all of this from a complete stranger when instead you could be the kind of dom that thousands of guys would drool over.”

“I've never been the one to take control. Sure, gymnastics and pole dancing require confidence and power, but it's only for that time. When I go home I want to feel used. I want to feel like there is some guy over me, tellin-no, forcing me to do whatever he wants with me. Do I trust you? I trust [i]myself[i/] enough to get out of a situation I don't like.” By now, my erection had long subsided. I still don't fully understand why she is requesting this of a complete stranger. Why doesn't she ask some of her guy friends to do this? The thrill maybe?

“Fair enough.” I'm at a loss for what to say next. Here I thought I would have some sex with a submissive girl, and instead she is standing in front of me, ready and able to kill me. “So...Would you be able to show me the belt?” I don't know why I said those words.

Without a word she nods and lifts up the front of her dress. It astonishes me that she actually did it. One second she is ready to fight me, the next she is showing me something quite private. Maybe she does want a master after all, and I must be the guy to do it.
Around her waist, just above the hip bones, is a shiny band of metal about one inch wide.

The edges, and the inside I assume, are wrapped in a black plastic, probably neoprene. Below her belly button there is a circular button with a golden padlock. The shackle of the pad lock perfectly fits around the button, leaving no space for any sort of bolt or lock cutters to grab hold. Extending down from the center button is a curved piece of metal that hugs her body tight and goes between her legs. I can only imagine it goes around back and connects there. About six inches below the first lock the metal widens a bit and a second button connects to a piece of metal that has a bunch of holes drilled in it, probably for urination. The second button has a hole drilled in the center, but no padlock. Chains extend down from each side of the belt to thigh bands placed about one third of the way down her thighs. There are small rings on the inward of each of the bands, probably to hold a pad lock or link like the one she broke.

Female chastity belts usually come with two components: the waist and crotch band, and a secondary shield. The crotch band has an opening that still leaves the vagina exposed for hygiene purposes, but the secondary shield locks to the crotch band and covers the vagina completely. That must be what the second button what locking on, and the first button must be locking the entire belt together.

“That is the most beautiful device I have ever seen. Can you turn around for me? I want to see the back of it.” Again, without a word she smiles, turns around, and bends over. She hikes the back of the skirt up and I can see that the band going between her legs hugs her body until it meets up with the back of the waist band. The crotch band widens a bit and an ellipse is cut to reveal her anus. A third button is located where the crotch band meets the waist band, and it looks similar to the one holding on the secondary shield. This one is protruding a little more though, and doesn't appear to have anything connected to it.

I look at the keys in my hand. “So, I assume one key unlocks the lock of the waist band, one key unlocks the shield covering that pussy of yours?”

“Yes. You're familiar with chastity belts I assume?” Her tone of voice is returning to more submissive.

“Highly. I also assume you have another set of keys, possibly two or three sets, waiting in your house?”

“I'll never tell.” She smiles and winks at me.

“I'll tell you what. You want me to be dominant, but I feel we need to talk about this more. But even though my erection is gone, I still want to get something tonight. So, if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock, would you?” I figure this can't hurt. If she really wants to be my slave, she will follow my orders. If something isn't right, she will leave. She kneels down, tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth wide.

“And if I told you I was going to cum in your mouth and expected you to swallow all of it, would you?” She clasps her arms behind her with a perfect parallel to the ground. I approach her, unzipping my pants and slowly pulling my now growing cock out.

“And if I told you that I will keep these keys and unlock you whenever I please, which wont be tonight, would you still want to do this?” Her knees open wide, wider than I've ever seen someone do.

I stick my cock in her mouth like I own her. Her lips wrap around it.“This position is called kneel or kneeling. Whenever I tell you to kneel or get into the kneeling position, I expect you to get into this position. We will refine it as we go on, and I will introduce more positions. Use your mouth and get me off.” Her head starts to bob up and down on my now fully erect cock. I've received many blowjobs before, some from “professionals”, but most amateur. But this is, without a doubt, the best one I've ever received. Periodically she will look up at me with those brilliant blue eyes and it makes me even more primal that I already am.

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Before long I am ready to blow. “Deep throat me and hold it.” On her next bob she takes my entire cock in her mouth and holds her nose flat up against my body. It's quite impressive, as my member is a bit larger than most of the girls I've met are used to. I have her hold it until she starts to choke for air. I grab her hair by the roots and pull her head fully off my cock.

“Good girl.” Still holding her hair, I bob her head on my cock. As my pressure builds, I move faster and faster until I reach that point of no return. I jam her head down on my cock hard and release the biggest orgasm I've had in months straight into her throat. She gasps a little gasp for air, but my orgasmic bliss is too great and I keep her head down. She gasps more and more, but it feels too good to let go. After what feels like ages, when I feel myself coming down, I pull her head off a little bit so she can breathe but still keeping her lips around my cock.

“I am going to pull your head off. I want every last drop of cum cleaned off and swallowed. After you're done tilt your head back and open your mouth so I can make sure it's all gone.” I slowly pull her head off my cock, stopping at the tip and allowing her to suck just a little bit. I pull her head off and her lips make a distinctive “smack.” She swallows, then tilts her head back and opens her mouth. I don't bother to check her mouth, I know it's all gone.

“You're such a good girl. Not a drop on that pretty dress of yours. Now that I've used you for what I want, if you still want to feel like a slut, crawl on your hands and knees behind me. If you want to end it for tonight, stand up and we can talk.” She kneels there for a few seconds, then stands up. She leaps towards me and embraces me tightly.

“Thank you Sir. That is exactly what I wanted. You know how to use me. Please keep me. My pussy is so wet right now but I know you wont unlock me. This is what I want.” She then immediately drops to her hands and knees and drops her head down low, like she did something wrong.

Stunned by what just happened, I start to slowly walk up the stairs into my bed room, and she follows close behind. I know she feels bad for standing up and exclaiming her joy at me, but I'm not mad; I'm happy she did it. She let me know that this is what she wants, and I'll be able to give her what she wants.

I stand at the entrance to my room and usher her in. As I close the door, I tell her, “At the foot of my bed, get on your knees and put your arms straight up into the air.” I enter right behind her and close the door. Just as commanded, she sits back on her heels and puts her arms straight into the air. I walk up behind her and unzip the back of her dress. Pausing for a moment I say, “You are mine to use and abuse, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Your body is mine to use and abuse, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.” From the legs up, I lift the dress up over her head and off her arms, leaving her entire body naked except for her high heels, leggings, and the chastity belt.

“Stand up, put your arms behind your head, and turn to face me.” With a little bit of hesitation she gets to her feet, puts her arms behind her head, and turns to face me, just as ordered. Her bare breasts are even more perfect than I could imagine. Firm and round, but natural placement. Her nipples and areola's are perfectly round and symmetrical. Her belly button is pierced with a bright blue gem to match her eyes. And now her eyes seem a bit too bright.

“Kara, do you wear contacts?”

“No Sir.”

“Then why are your eyes so blue? They are lovely, but they seem too...highly colored.”

“I used to wear contacts that would make my eyes a brighter blue. My eyes are naturally blue, but the contacts made them radiant, and it pulled in a lot of people when I pole danced. Eventually I saved up enough money to have a surgery to change my eyes to this permanently bright blue.”

“Interesting. Have you ever been told that your body is perfect?”

“Only once, Sir.”

“I want you to take this to heart. I may abuse you, I may use you, I may call you a dirty slut. But you have the most beautiful and perfect body I have ever seen. It's no wonder you flaunt it.”

“Thank you Sir.” I don't know what I expected her to say.

“It's getting late, but thankfully I don't have work tomorrow. We will go to bed. You can sleep in my bed with me.” I strip down to just my boxers and crawl into bed. Kara takes off her shoes and leggings and crawls under the sheets. She cuddles up along my side and within minutes, we are sound asleep.

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I wake up to the sun shining through the window. Kara is asleep along my side, still naked except for her chastity belt. I'm continually stunned at how amazing her body looks. I run my hand from her shoulder down to her wrist and back up again. She shudders and opens her eyes.

“Good Morning Sir.”

“Good Morning Kara. Sleep well?”

“That was the best sleep I've had in a long time.”

“Me too. I feel like I should ask this...are you still up for being, for all intents and purpose, my slave?” I'm a bit nervous about this question, since nothing was discussed yesterday. Not to mention she just woke up.

“Will you continue to treat me like you did last night?” I hear a bit of excitement in her voice, followed by a yawn.

“Probably.”

“Then yes,” she says with a smile.

“Excellent. I'm going to do my morning duties, make us both an omelet breakfast, then we should talk about this whole situation. As I'm making breakfast you should do morning duties as well. I have a spat=1410490179693

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Now,” I say in my most commanding voice, “what exactly...” I approach from behind her and bring my mouth close to her ear, “is in the box.” I circle around her and take the box from her hands. She's a little reluctant to give it up, but she's mine now.

“Follow me,” I command. I walk into the living room and stand in the center. She is close behind me.

“Kneel here.” She kneels down right in front of me, looking a little ashamed. “Get into the kneeling position.” She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth wide. Just what I expect. Her arms clasp behind her back, perfectly parallel with the ground. Excellent. But she forgot one thing.

My hand connects hard with her face. The sound of the slap echoes throughout the room, and she breathes a little faster. As I wedge my foot between her knees, I say “Keep your knees apart.” Instantly she spreads her knees wide apart, even wider than last night. “Good. I don't want to have to hit you again. Look at me.” Her head tilts down and she looks me dead in the eye. I go to take a seat in a chair, leaving her right in the middle of the room, facing me. She is beautiful like that.

“Let's see what you've been hiding.” I open the box, and I see only a few things, much fewer than I'd expect from someone like her. I pull the first one out. “A bright red ball gag that locks. Interesting, but also expected. Do you wear this a lot?” She nods. “I figured.” I set it down on a coffee table next to me. The red is a nice contrast the her constant theme of blue. The next thing I pull out is a set of three keys on a ring, similar to the keys I have.

“I assume these are spare keys for the belt?” She nods again. “Excellent. We will keep these in a safe place.” I stuff them in my back pocket and reach into the box again. There are only two items left. I pull out a solid steal butt plug with a shimmering bright blue gem on it. It is surprisingly heavy, but only an inch or so in diameter.

“Ah, a butt plug. A pretty one at that. Are you used to wearing this?” She shakes her head no. “That will change. I am particularly fond of butt plugs.” I set it down next to the ball gag. The final thing I pull out is what looks to be part of her chastity belt.

“And...what is this?” It's a curved piece of metal that is of the same style of her belt, but the metal piece is only about a foot long. Each end is tapered down and has a few slots cut. Attached to it are two plugs, both of them solid steel. One of them has a large, two inch diameter ball on a three inch long post going into a slot, allowing it to slide on the band a little bit. The other one is of the same style, but with a smaller ball and a shorter, thinner post. The bigger ball has a hole about a quarter inch drilled all the way through it and the post.

“It's...part of my belt, Sir,” Kara says quietly. “My belt is a custom design and allows me...or you...to insert a plug into my pussy or ass without actually taking the belt off. I thought you'd enjoy it.” I am stunned right now. I've heard of belts having plugs before, but I didn't think hers did. I'm even more shocked that I can do it without taking the waist band off.

“Which plug goes where,” I ask. “The big one goes in my ass, Sir. The hole is to allow me to use the bathroom, but it's easier with an enema...I've only ever done it once.”

“Show me how it works.” Kara spends the next few minutes showing me how the “plug shield” attaches and can be removed from her belt. On the set of three keys, the normal key opens the padlock that locks her waist band on. The other two are textured tubes that get inserted into the hole in the other buttons. When inserted and turned, the button will unlock and pop out a little bit, allowing me to remove or replace anything locked to it. It's truly an ingenious design, and I plan to exploit it.

The slots the plugs are attached to allow the plugs to slide back and forth to compensate for body motion. At the end of each slot is a small hole allowing the plugs to be removed or replaced with others. Her belt was clearly meant for long-term usage.

“This is an exciting toy my pet. And I plan it to see some use. But for now, we have other things to do. How long can you hold that jeweled plug in your ass?” It's almost noon now, and it's time to have some fun.

“I'm not sure Sir,” she says unconfidently.

“I'll train you to hold it for as long as I say. Now wait here.” I leave the room with her just kneeling there. I keep a bottle of lube up in my room for when I bring someone home, and now it will be re-purposed. The lube is in an easy spot to grab, so I'm out quickly. When I walk back into the room, I see Kara in the same spot, in the same position as when I left her, except she has the ball gag in.

“What is this,” I ask in a demanding tone. “I told you to stay still, not to put the gag in.” I am barely able to make out a few words through the gag before I interject. “Shut up you stupid slut,” I say harshly. She stops immediately.

“I know we didn't establish any ground rules, but I thought this would be pretty easy to expect. I give you a command, and you follow it. It's that simple. Now I only respond with yes sir or no sir. Do you understand?” I make out a “yes sir” coming from her gagged mouth.

I move over to the chair I was in before. “Come here.” Instantly she crawls on all fours towards me. “Get over my knees. You know what's coming.” Slowly she crawls over my knee so that her bottom is in perfect spanking position. I throw the skirt over her torso so that her cheeks, and hole, are completely exposed.

I take the lube and carefully drip some into her waiting hole. She shudders a little bit when it hits. “Get used to it.” I slowly and carefully start to insert the jeweled plug into her. She squirms and grunts a little just as the plug goes fully into place.

“Shut up and stay still,” I snap harshly. “Put your arms behind your back and count off my spankings. One Sir, two Sir, the like.” *WHACK*. She lets out a fairly loud grunt. Through the gag, I hear her quietly say “one Sir.” With my other hand I grab a hand full of hair and pull her head back.

“Louder,” I command. *WHACK*. I intentionally hit harder this time. She lets out a grunt again, but says “two Sir” loud enough to satisfy me.

“No, start at one again. We will go to twenty.” It is at this point I see the plug quivering a little bit. “If that plug falls out, we will start over and go to forty. Then eighty. Then one sixty. I might even have to get a paddle or cane to finish your punishment.” I yank back a little harder on her hair. “Keep that plug in.”

By the sixth swat the plug is quivering more and more. “You better keep that in,” I say to her. I'm not trying to punish her, but I want to push her. Up until now the swats have been fairly consistent, but now I'm waiting, letting the anticipation build.

*WHACK*. I hit the one just as hard as I've been hitting the others, but the anticipation must have gotten to her. She tensed up and the plug came tumbling out.

“Seven..Sir,” I barely make out from the gag. Her entire bottom is turning cherry red, but by the time I'm done I expect it to be as red as a rose.

“You know the punishment. We are starting over and going to forty. But since you can't keep the plug in, I may have to fix that for you.” I reach over and start to grab the plug shield before I hear a frantic “Please Sir no, please no,” from the gag.

“Please Sir I'll keep it in,” I make out. I'm torn between giving her another chance with the lose plug or just having it be held there by her belt.

I drop some more lube into her hole and reinsert the jeweled plug. She doesn't grunt this time. I pull the ball gag out of her mouth as it's time for her to use it.

“Get on your knees and satisfy me with your mouth.” She moves with caution down to her knees, careful to keep the plug in. Once she's on her knees between my legs, she takes my pants and underwear completely off, then begins to bob her head up and down while stroking it with her hand. It feels amazing, but it isn't what I asked for.

I give her a light slap to the cheek. “Mouth only.” She moves her hand away and clasps both of them behind her back.

“Good girl,” I tell her. “Your punishment isn't over. I will give you a choice. You can try to hold that plug in for forty swats, which I doubt you'll be able to do, or I install that plug shield and force a larger butt plug in your ass, but only give you twenty swats. Think about your answer, I'll let you know when I'm done with your mouth.” She continues to bob up and down, but I can tell it's hard on her.

“You can put your hands on my thighs if it helps. But they better not touch my cock.” Instantly her hands shoot to my thighs and her performance increases. She's way more enthusiastic and her technique is better.

After a few minutes I stop her. “Have you decided yet?” “Yes Sir...I'd like the plug shield,” she says shyly. “I know you want to use it and see how it works...”

“Kara, if I have one rule, it is this: Never lie to me. I don't care if you don't think I'll like it because I will never punish you for an answer you give. I want to know the truth. So are you sure you want the plug shield?”

She hesitates a little bit. “Yes Sir.”

“Another rule,” I begin. “If you give an answer, don't expect me to take an alternate meaning to it. If you tell me something, I'll assume that's how you feel. Now,” I say as I pull out the keys from my back pocket, “which tubular key opens which lock?”

“The key with the red tint opens the front lock, the key with the blue tint opens the back lock. At the cap of each tube is a letter F or B for front of back as well.” I quickly locate the red tinted key and then reinsert the ball gag into her mouth.

“Good girl. Now stand up straight with your arms behind your head.” With a bit of caution she stands up, and I almost forgot about the jeweled plug in her. That can stay in until it needs to be removed.

I keep forgetting how stunning her body looks. Her perfect figure, bright blue theme with her jewelry and the contrasting red ball gag, and her willingness to do whatever I tell her makes me feel like a king. And to her, I very well could be.

I kneel down in front of her and pull down her black skirt. Carefully insert the red tinted key into the button lock and rotate it. The button lock springs open a tiny bit, and I am free to remove the shield from it. The shield was only attached at that lock, so it's simple to remove. And it is now that I get my first look at the rest of her body. Her succulent vagina is practically dripping, and I can sense her legs trembling with excitement.

“When was the last time you came,” I ask bluntly.

“A few days ago Sir. I put the belt on afterwards.” So not only does this kind of domination turn her on, she also hasn't had any vaginal stimulation since her last orgasm. This is too perfect.

I take a good look at the design of the belt. An inch below the button lock the crotch band is cut so that only a few thin pieces go between her legs and hook up with the rest of the band near her bottom. Her vagina and clitoris are completely exposed right now with room to spare. Now I see how you can insert and remove plugs without taking the belt off. I assume the anal plug is just measured to fit in the hole provided by the crotch band.

I blow a tiny bit on her vagina as I'm pulling the jeweled plug out of her. She gasps through the gag and nearly buckles at the knees. It's clear all she wants is stimulation, and not having it is torture in itself.

“I'm afraid that nothing is going in that hole today. We have to plug the other one again before it tightens up.” I grab the plug shield from the coffee table and slide the vaginal plug towards the hole in the slot, then remove it. I drop some lube onto the anal plug and line it up. I slowly insert it, making sure that I keep the shield lined up with the two button locks that are going to keep it in place. She grunts as the intruder marches onward, grunting more and more as it goes further and further in.

Finally the ball passes the sphincter, and I push it further in to line up the shield with the locks. I insert the shield slots into the proper locks, give a final glance at the keys to make sure I have them, and push the buttons in. Two distinct snaps are heard, and the realization that there is very little escape suddenly dawns on me. And judging by Kara's shaking knees, she must realize it too. While the slot for the vaginal plug leaves a little exposed, the design is so careful that no stimulation is possible.

“Feeling a little full? I hope so. Pull up your skirt and get over my knee again. Twenty swats. Plus I'd like lunch soon, and I want you to make me it in your current...situation.” I only plan on having her plugged like this for a half hour at max. Eventually I will train her to take it all the time, but we have to start slow.

Twenty swats later her bottom is a deep red, and even a light drag of my fingers across it send her shuttering.

“We are done with your punishment. I hope next time you'll know to follow my orders exactly. I think it's about lunch time. Would you be so kind as to go make me some food?” Kara gets up without a word and slowly walks towards the kitchen. “Good girl.”

More to come!

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