Girlfriend

Your girlfriend seems to love the belt though. She says it makes you a more attentive lover, paying more attention to her pleasure and less attention on seeking your own orgasm. Since you’ve were belted, you’ve spent a lot of time with your head between her legs, your tongue buried deep in her pussy.

It has been a month since you were first fitted with the belt and you are **** to cum. You doubt that is going to happen anytime soon though. Instead of heading back to the government clinic for your monthly cleaning, Jenna is taking you to a private clinic. She offered to buy you an upgraded belt instead of the standard government-issue one in exchange for handing control of it over to her.

She won’t be able to remove it, naturally, that would defeat the purpose, but the new belt will have some extra features like the ability to pleasure the wearer. It’s also supposed to be smaller and easier to hide under your clothing, which is why you agreed.

The private clinic is smaller and less busy than the government clinic you went to before. The receptionist here is a pretty brunette woman.

From the front, all you see is her standing behind a tall desk, but from the side, you can see a pole reaching from the floor, up into her short skirt. It’s destination between her legs, obvious from the positioning. You’ve heard about this kind of setup. Bosses use it as motivation for their employees, able to remotely reward them with pleasure, or punish them with shocks or other consequences. Employees are unable to leave their station without permission and unable to sit down on the job.

“Good morning!” She greets you, plastic smile firmly in place, “How may I help you?”

“My girlfriend here has an appointment for an upgraded chastity belt,” Jenna tells her.

“And what is her name?” The receptionist replies, their both talking like you aren’t even in the room and it makes you that much more horny. You love it when Jenna takes control.

“Alex Smith,” Jenna says.

“She is all checked in. Please have a seat and a doctor will be with you soon.”

You follow Jenna to the seating area, but when you go to take a chair next to her, she stops you, “Why don’t you kneel like a good girl?”

It’s worded like a question, but plainly stated like an order and you blush red as you kneel at her feet. The tiles are cold and hard under your knees, but you remain kneeling. Jenna plays on her phone while petting your hair and you couldn’t be happier.

It doesn’t take long, but your knees are aching by the time your name is called. The bars holding your thighs together make standing a chore and Jenna has to help you to your feet. A nurse leads you through the quiet back halls to an exam room.

“Before we can install the new belt and assign ownership to you,” the nurse explains to Jenna, “We’ll need Alex to sign a few legal waivers. If she could get these done, Dr. Williams will be with you shortly to supervise the process.”

The nurse hands over a tablet and leaves the room.