The Visit

Synopsis:

The planned visit to her lovers house results in heavy bondage, sensory-deprivation, total immobilisation, serious sexual torment with orgasmic nirvana as climax.

Story contains:

M/f, f-self, bondage, gag, blindfold, chastity-belt, leather, rope, corset, arm-binder, nipple-clamps, dildo, vibrator, oral, sex, orgasms, consensual, romantic, slow.

Author:

Heterosexual male. Primarily dominant but love to switch on occasion. Story was originally written for lover starting at Part 2. Revised, lengthened and added Part 1. Ladies, feel free to contact me if you like what you read.  sinnswap AT gmail DOT com

THE VISIT

Part 1a – Wound up and getting ready

It had been the longest week of your life. In your wildest dreams you never thought you’d end up wearing a real chastity belt, let alone letting someone else have the keys to it and your freedom.

Your keep going back to the feeling of the belts rear bar forcing its way between your but cheeks and the subsequent pressing of the shield against your entrance, completely and comprehensively pushing on it and covering it. Then there was the pulling and pushing to get the ends to meet and the ‘click’ as the lock closed at your waist. A passionate lengthigh kiss was all that was on offer as I left you in a whirlwind as I rushed to the airport with the key to your freedom in my pocket.

It was tight. Not unbearable, but tight it was. You tried and you tried every time you had a chance but you could not get even your smallest finger under the shield. There was no way to touch yourself or get any sort of relief and relief is what you became desperately in need of. You found you were in a constant state of arousal. Everything you did was winding you up as the belt pulled and pushed you in different ways. Your mind was firmly and constantly focused on the feelings between your legs. You were constantly wet. You did not get much work done. Sleep was near impossible.

The week had passed and Wednesday had finally arrived. The day was long. You were finding yourself getting wetter than ever with thoughts and anticipation of what might come tonight. You hurried home to get changed and ready after work.

You stood naked in front of the mirror except that you weren't exactly naked were you... The belt made sure of that.

You new what you had to wear - "not much" were the instructions I left - with a smirk and a smile. You decided to start up top and work your way down..

First was the wide Choker on your neck. Soft velvet next to your skin, stiff leather with beautiful little, quite fashionable, adornments on the outside. You had to pull it tight to get it on and then came the familiar 'click' as you pushed the hasp into its 'closed' position. Closed in a way you knew would be permanent until I unlocked it and took it off. The 'attached' ring at the lock was a constant and ever present reminder of being attached to something or led somewhere.

Previously when wearing it in public, you would manoeuvre it to the rear to be hidden at the back of your neck under your hair. "No need tonight. No one will be seeing me" you said to yourself

Next was the extremely brief satin lacy bustier. It left nothing to the imagination as it highlighted and pushed up your cleavage that said "attention please". You knew the effect it would have on me the moment I would see you in it. Your nipples were just covered but clearly pushed the fabric out whilst they were erect.... and erect is what they were now.

Then the pleated A-line mini skirt came out. It should probably be classified as a belt. In reality, it 'just' covered your privates if you stood still. Any movement or a breeze would result in immediate exposure. The chastity belt was blatantly obvious as it protruded above the skirt in front and back - then of course there was the belt's metal waist band imprisoning your torso and its lock. The shiny steel 'belt' of the belt was now standing out even more. There it was in all its glory. If a strangers eyes weren't drawn to your protruding breasts in the bustier or your micro mini skirt, they sure as hell would be drawn to the shiny steel belt, lock and the "bits" going under your skirt..

You finished off your outfit with stay up fishnet stockings and your favourite 4" heels.

You looked at yourself again in the mirror and could clearly see bare skin above your stockings, below the hem-line of the skirt. Lots of it. Your stomach churned. There was sometimes a very fine line between being stylishly dressed and looking like a complete whore. This was neither. This was all for show, for me, and getting me as wound up as you possibly could. In private.

"God I look hot. Good enough to eat" you thought to yourself. "He's going to have a VERY hard time controlling himself tonight. I wonder what he's planning?"

It was a warm night but you had to hide yourself in your travels. If 'caught' you would be humiliated and embarrassed beyond your wildest nightmares. You would never be able to explain yourself - to anyone. "I might look like I could be a prostitute but I sure as hell aren't am I - locked in a chastity belt" you thought to yourself.. How am I going to hide THIS, get out the front door, travel and get to his house?

Hmmm...

You went through your wardrobe and finally found an old full-length dress.

"Gawd.." you thought to yourself. "SO wrong and ugly but I'm so going to put it on, on top.

Before too long you were on your way.

Upon arrival you took off the 'outer' dress in the car [with difficulty]. It was dark and for the moment, very quiet, so you took a deep breath and immediately made the dash across the road, through the gate into the property.

Your heart was pounding as you wondered if anyone saw you..

Part 1b - Arrival

As planned and very briefly discussed, you went to the porch and the envelope was in the shoe box in the electricity meter box. It had the words "Read first" clearly stated on it..

You opened it slowly with anticipation. You knew you were going to follow the instructions – ‘to the letter’. You glanced at the little bag that the letter was on in the shoe box with curiosity then read the letter.

You then knew what was in the bag. Your heart immediately started racing in anticipation of what you were about to do – to yourself!

First was a pair of strap on cuffs with a short connecting chain that you attached to each ankle. You could take them off, but knew that was only now - while you could get to them.

The modified clover nipple clamps were next. Even though you were close to the street, you were safe from prying / passing eyes. As was instructed and with extreme trepidation you moved your bustier down a little and to the side to fully expose each breast and carefully attached a clamp to each of your already hard nipples - behind the steel barbell piercing in each of your buds. The balls on the end of each bar in each nipple went through a slot in each side of each clamp. They were NOT coming off without help. They could only be pulled tighter.

Yes, there was that moment of discomfort: You briefly winced as you let go of each clamp as they took hold.. Then there was the flip side; you felt an immediate increase in dampness between your legs.

The next step was attaching the connecting chain between the clamps to the eyelet bolt, mounted in the wall at eye level next to the meter box with one of the small padlocks. Your heat rate went up a further notch after you closed the padlock. Although you could now remove the clamps from your nipples, you knew from what you read, that your hands would soon be useless, trapped behind your back.

In preparation for that you lifted your already short skirt up at the back [fully revealing your behind and further revealing the chastity belt] and threaded the special twist shackle through the belts rear bar, as it appeared at the top of the crack of your ass, before it met the waist section. You then attached the handcuffs to it and closed it, in all its permanency with the special lock that was with it. Even if you were to back out now, you had a pair of handcuffs attached to your rear end with no way of removing them. Imagine the questions someone would ask if they saw you…

Next came the blindfold and the moment of truth. You hesitated for what seemed like many minutes thinking about what you must look like and the semi-permanent ‘bondage’ you were about to inflict upon yourself. NONE OF IT was coming off without help.

Your heart raced, your mind wandered and your juices started to literally ‘flow’.

So much danger. So much trepidation. So much excitement.

“Click” and “Click” again. You closed the cuffs around your wrists before you had another stray thought.

“Oh God” you thought to yourself as the gravity of your predicament sank in.

There you were, ‘just’ hidden from the street. High heels, sexy, beautiful stockings, bare thighs below a very short skirt, a bare ass being partially covered by your cuffed hands. Bare midriff with a chastity belt in full view. In front were your fully exposed breasts with attached clamps, in turn, attached to the wall in front of you.

Part 1c – Waiting

You moved to test your bonds and were brought back to reality by the tug on your nipples.

You took stock of your situation and with the partial sensory deprivation, found yourself listening intently to what was happening around you. You wondered how long you would have to wait for me to come and ‘rescue’ you and do all the wonderful things you hoped I would do to you. Wetness was again felt between your legs.

Minutes passed and you started to wonder how long you’d been there. There was no arranged time. Your instructions were simply ‘as soon as you can after work’.

Was it minutes or was it a lot longer. You heard voices approaching on the street and your heart stopped in fear of discovery. You moved again in some strange attempt to deal with it. The tug on your nipples brought you back to reality and you resigned yourself to what may happen if seen.

Luckily the voices became distant again as they passed.

You wondered to yourself “how long must I wait?” when the unthinkable occurred to you.

Your heart absolutely stopped when you wondered if today, Wednesday, was in fact the right day.

One week. I’d left on Wednesday. I was totally out of reach and un-contactable on these trips. Was I back now or later tonight? God! Was it in fact last Wednesday or was it Thursday and therefore Thursday night we were meant to catch up? You have been SO distracted by the belt that you’ve lost track of time and days. Confusion racked your brain as you tried to work out if you were in serious trouble. WITH NO ‘SAFETY’.  You knew what I‘d always said about having a safety / emergency / get out message / words / key – whatever. It was SO important and a ‘must have’ in every scene, no matter how mild.

“Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!” is all you could think. – with no safety.

“What have I done?”

“How could I be so distracted to put myself into this predicament and not think to consider a ‘safety’.”

More people approached. Your heart pounded as they stopped out the front. You pulled at the chain, which in turn pulled and squeezed your nipples and made the connecting chain make a jingling sound. You froze as the conversation in the street stoped. “Oh God, they’ve heard me” you thought to yourself and pulled hard on the chain to somehow get away and hide. You couldn’t. Pulling on the chain only put greater pressure on the clamps and squeezed your nipples harder and harder. Then there was the piercings. The clamps WERE NOT coming off. Only further pressure and pain was an option if you pulled really hard.

You were really starting to panic. Luckily you heard a car door open and a car start. You sighed with relief but it was short lived when your predicament brought you back to reality. You wondered if you should be calling for help. What will you do if I don’t come? What if you do if you do have the wrong day? How long have I been here?. God. Shit. What to do? You pull on the chain again… Hard.

Harder..

Really Hard. You squeal as the pain approaches. You have to stop.

You hear what sounds like leaves rustling.

You freeze and stop breathing – fearing someone will hear you / see you.

“Fuck!” Someone’s here. They heard me squeal. The heard the chain.

“I’m in SO much trouble. What am I going to do?”

You VERY quietly call out my name with great distress. There is no answer. You hear sounds again. Foot steps? You speak my name again. No answer. You wonder if there is a stranger, standing there, just watching you – Thinking about what they’ll do. Trembling and shaking, you awkwardly say ‘hello?’ No answer.

Me, a stranger, or your imagination?

If there’s someone there, you pray it’s me… Wouldn’t a stranger have done something by now? Said something. Anything.

Minutes pass again. You are stuck. Your nipples ache. You momentarily pray it’s me and dream about what might be about to hopefully happen and it makes you wet with excitement.

You then feel what must be an insect climbing up your inner leg between your knee and the belt imprisoning you. You shake your leg to get it off. That of course fails as you are quickly reminded of the chain at your ankle. "Shit"..  It went. "Thank God for that"

A few minutes pass then you feel it again. You try to shake your leg again. It stops / is gone but in an instant is back moving around. Moving higher.

You begin to worry. Is it in fact an insect?

You shake your leg again and it doesn’t stop. You move quickly to your left pulling your nipples hard in the process and almost tripping because of the ankle cuffs and the feeling goes. “Hello. Who’s there?” You speak my name. No answer.

Many minutes pass again and you try and put the thought of a stranger being there watching and tormenting you away. You start to get wet again with anticipation and the thought of the vision you must present… To me or a stranger.

You totally jump out of your skin when you feel the end of a finger touch you briefly on your leg just under your left buttock.

“Please…” you quietly plead. Was it me or a stranger? No answer. No movement. No touch.

You panic and pull really hard at the chain and the subsequent extreme squeezing of your nipples stops you in your track. You are scared. You are also excited.

“Holly shit, what am I going to do if this is a stranger?” You stand frozen.

Minutes pass. There is nothing you can do without inflicting more serious pain on your nipples. You can’t get away. You can’t kick. All you could do is scream.

The finger returns lower down your leg then turns to fingers and they start tapping on your leg like they would on a table. You can’t do anything. You are silent. You start hyperventilating. You pray it’s me.

The fingers continue tapping and start to move up your leg. Up.. Up.. Up.. You are really panting as ‘he’ [Oh God – what if it’s a girl?] approaches your crotch.

You forget that even if he or she wanted to sexually abuse you, they couldn’t. The belt covered you.

They stop. Fingers still. Right next to your crotch. Right between your legs. Time stood still. Then, in an instant, the hand forces its way horizontal between your legs, cups your belt / shield / right at your entrance and lifts you into the air.

You went to scream at the assault and what might happen to your nipples if you were to topple when a hand clasped your face over your mouth to gag and silence you.

You knew in microseconds it was me as you fell backwards onto my chest. The smell of my skin next to your nose, the texture and size of my hand, the subsequent feel of my lips on your ears and my comforting voice as I spoke and started kissing your ear and neck.