Beg for release.*

Even knowing she previously said she lost the key, you plead for your freedom, and for sexual relief.

Alison giggles. "I'm serious. I actually did lose the key. This isn't good. I thought I had it in my pocket, but... nope. It's gone. Oh well, At least this should fit fine under a skirt. You could try pants, though it might be visible. No harm done, right? We can find the key together."

You were being edged for hours! No harm done?!

"By the look on your face, you aren't happy with me. Well, you can stay here if you'd like, though then you'll never get it off. Come on. Before the sun sets completely. We can work our way backwards. Or we can stay here and have some fun..." she coos.

Slowly, she pulls up your shirt to the bare breasts beneath. She drags her tongue of your erect nipple. Still cuffed, you squirm in agony as the intense need to cum feels like an explosion inside of you unable to go off. "I don't mind staying," she adds.

You gasp and moan, and accept going with her, even stuck with the belt. She smiles and unlocks the handcuffs, and helps you stand. The skirt falls over the chastity cage completely covering up your nethers, and you wonder if you can really walk around in public with something like that on.