A week

"I think we'll leave the belt on for... A week"

"A week?!" Moans Kendra, throwing her head back in frustration.

"For starters, of course" you say, "before long, we could be going up to a couple months between orgasms. Well, you will, at least"

"Yes, sir" she says demurely. She's trying to look disappointed, pouting with downcast, puppy dog eyes, but you can tell she's very turned on.

The first three days of Kendra's chastity were somewhat normal. There were a few more lingering kisses in the kitchen than normal, and she slept closer to you than she typically did at night. On the fourth day, however, she started pleas for attention. She began sending you pictures of herself wearing only her belt and one of your button down shirts, captioned with things like, "Even smelling your shirts is beginning to turn me on..." And "why don't you cut your work day short and play with your poor, orgasm-denied, slut-wife?"

On the fifth day, she woke you up with a slow, luxurious blowjob. When you came, she swallowed, and licked your cock clean. On the sixth day, she was waiting, naked, save for the chastity belt, by the door when you came home from work, ready to give you another blowjob.

On the seventh day, you had the day off work, and decided to do something special. Kendra had woken up before you, and made breakfast in bed. She was trying very hard to make sure she did everything she could to obtain an orgasm today. While you ate, she sucked your cock, moaning the whole way through. She had gone long enough without an orgasm to be turned on by anything sexual, even this.

When you finished, she took the plates and tray back to the kitchen, while you got ready for the day ahead. You pulled a spreader bar, cotton ropes, a vibrator and a blind fold from the locked chest beneath your bed, as well as the keys to Kendra's chastity belt.

When Kendra came back into the room, she pouted, and said "Why can't we just fuck? It's been soooo long..."

"You've entrusted me with these keys to that belt, baby. I hope you haven't forgotten how you wanted me to be veeery hard on you, only letting you out when I think you've earned it,"

You say in a mockingly feminine voice, imitating Kendra's original tone when she first asked you for the belt. Kendra whines, but submits, holding her hands above her head and spreading her legs, allowing you to tie her wrists to the bed posts, attaching the spreader bar to her ankles, and tying that to the foot of the bed. Lastly, the blindfold was slipped over her eyes. She tested your knots by yanking at the ropes, but they stayed secure, keeping her spread eagle and completely exposed.

Kendra was practically shaking with arousal and anticipation, but you were in no rush. You retrieved the keys to her belt and leisurely walked back over to her writhing form on the bed. Kendra bucked her hips as the belt was pulled off, and tossed to the side.

"Now, this first week was good, but I don't think you really lived up to the potential you have as an orgasm-denied little slut" you say. Kendra moans and writhes, to turned on to form a sentence.

"You know I have high expectations for you, so I'm going to punish you for not living up to that potential, okay?"

Kendra was vigorously nodding her head, whining and bucking.

"You have a choice. You can either be edged for the rest of the day, and I'll give you an orgasm, but you'll be staying in your belt for a month, OR I'll edge you for only three hours... After which you'll go back in the belt for another week,"