Mackenzie asks for the key, gets it ... and ends up far worse

Mackenzie opened her mouth and sobbed softly. She felt the need to cum like never before. So it was much to her surprise when she let out a squirming whisper. "Give me the key and let me go home, please..."

Rachel frowned, and looked down to her. Clearly that this wasn't the answer that she expected. But Marianne spoke, too. "Let her go, Rach. This was fun, but it's late, and I need to go home." "Yes," said "Rachel. I think this is exactly what we should do. Mari, hold on until I get back." Marianne nodded, massaging Mackenzie's pussy softly, while Rachel darted upstairs. "What are you doing?' The redhead's voice faltered as she asked the question.

Mackenzie started to have a very bad feeling about all this. Rachel returned shortly and Marianne's soft gasp confirmed that something was afoot. "God, you are evil." It made her squirm wildly. She felt Marianne's fingers squeezing her pussy, more out of surprise than deliberately, and she felt like she was going to explode. But the stimulation was not enough to release her. Instead, she felt her hips lift, and something hard was slid under her. "What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed in panic, as she felt a tight metal band closing around her waist. From there, it didn't take long for Rachel to lock her in the chastity belt.

"So, you're getting your key, like you wanted. And you don't cum, like I said." Rachel spoke sternly, as she undid the tape, releasing the redhead from her restraints and giving her back the key to her house. Mackenzie listened, distracted by her need for release, but once she started realizing where this was going, her heart felt like sinking through the floor.

"No, please don't do this to me." Mackenzie pleaded, her fingers frantically pressing and tugging at the hard metal device that encased her snugly, yet comfortably enough. "No, Mackenzie. This will be a lesson." Rachel's hand cupped her breast. "I have one key, and Marianne has the other. And you don't have any orgasms for at least a week. That seems fair, Marianne?" "Sure it does, Rach."

Minutes later, a teary-eyed Mackenzie walked back home, wearing a coat and a pair of shoes that Rachel gave her. She showered and went to bed, careful to dry her new chastity belt well, and the only thing she could think and dream about was cumming. But the release eluded her.