You awaken to no alarm

You slowly open your eyes, not waking up to an alarm feels nice for a change. What doesn't feel nice is the fact that you've been sleeping on an awkward angle and the fucking belt has dug into your hip. You wince as you slowly sit up and check the clock, fortunately you haven't overslept and have time to get ready before Professional Development.

Unlike other days where you rush off you decide to sit down and have a coffee and some toast, its nothing special but you aren't in any hurry to do anything right now. The feelings of sexual frustration are slowly coming back and before you even finished your coffee you are exactly where you were last night, although not as tired which is nice.

“Just another few hours, just till the end of gym, tell Scarlett you aren't interested in whatever BS she has planned unless the belt comes off first. Just make it through the morning and you'll be close.” You tell yourself, trying anything you can to get through the day.

You finish your coffee, throw on some nice baggy clothes and slowly head to class. Just as you are about to sit down, “Aye Bellz, oh damn you're... Whoa why you looking so mad, you unhappy with your results?”

“My what?” Clearly while you've been having a self inflicted rough week some sort of results have come out.

“Serious Bellz I thought you were all about this study life.” He pulls out his phone and shows you a list of results from the first professional development practical exam. The rest of the class topped out at about 15/20 but you sat alone with a result of 19/20.

“Bitch robbed me of a mark.” Is all you can think as you look at the results.

“So nerd, you just study a lot or you got some secret?” He narrows his eyes, attempting to stare the truth out of you.

So you decide to give it to him. “No secret I just walked in there pushed her down and fucked her for the entire session, pretty sure she meant to give me 20 but there's obviously been a small mistake, I'll go get that sorted after this lesson. Why didn't you try that with your guy”

He looks unimpressed. “Fine keep your secrets, nerd.”

Your chat is interrupted by the lecturer who drones on about the results for a while and then talks about how the final practical exam is coming up next week. Eventually he moves into different techniques to massage the back and shoulders.

The lecture finishes and you head out with Rone. “Shame we didn't get a chance to practice some of the back and shoulders ones aye?”

“Haha I'm sure you and the boys can break out the baby oil and get intimate with each other. Might have to work hard to recover from that 11/20.” It's a little mean of you to bring up but oh well.

“Whoa whoa you had to say the number out loud. Also not sure the boys would be up for that but if you could have a chat with your blonde cheerleader friend...” His eyes are full of hope as he says this.

You have to admire his persistence but ultimately you also have to shoot him down. “We have been over this she's got a boyfriend also pretty sure she's more keen on one of your other boys.”

“Haha oh I know she is, I'm asking on his behalf, also I saw the way she was getting into it on the weekend, she's not gonna be with your boy too much longer I promise you that.” He is very confident of himself as he flashes his trademark smile.

“Pfft he's not my boy so steal away. I promise next time your boys want to show her a tropical fish collection I won't stop them, as much as i think she'd be better off on my team.”

“Ha I knew you were good Bellz, Anyhow I got my own hot date that I gotta prepare for later and...” He stops for a second and looks at something behind you, “and one of your other cheerleader friends is coming this way and she looks maaaaad. Imma leave you to sort this one out. Peace.”

“For a grown man he dips quickly at the site of an apparently angry lady,” You turn around and see a very angry looking Chelsea striding towards you.

“Hey Chels I know I-” You get cut off as she pulls you by the arm into an empty classroom.

She closes the door and gives you a very angry look. “Being suffocated under you exactly what I want, Being grabbed and edged in an elevator then left so you can head off to spend time with your girlfriend kinda weird but I'll roll with it but then being left for the rest of the week with no contact, no follow up, no nothing? Bit unhappy gotta be honest.”

You do feel a little bad you did promise more then completely forget about her.“Chels, just give me a-”

“I'm not done.” The cheerleader who is almost a foot shorter than you silences you and continues on her rant, “I'm all for tease and denial but I am not okay with a lack of communication. I'll be honest I wanted this badly and maybe I'm overreacting a bit since it hasn't been a week but if I'm just going to be used and tossed away at least tell me so I can move on.”

You take a breath and let her rant finish, her mood sort of fizzles out in the end and you feel a little bit bad, you are about to apologise when another thought takes you. Either way you were going to be frustrated but your belt was coming off in a matter of hours, you were going to suffer until then regardless so why not let a little bit of rage out and give the cheerleader part of what she wants at the same time.

You take a step towards Chelsea and you notice her grumpy look crack almost instantly, she tilts her head up to look at you before dropping her eyes and avoiding further eye contact. You slowly lift your hand and begin to caress her neck, her look changes to one of nervousness very quickly

“Umm Issy I- Eeeekkkk” As she starts talking your gentle caress becomes violent and you grab her ponytail and **** her to look you in the eyes.

You feel the power in your voice as you look down at the now very timid looking cheerleader who knows she's made a mistake (or gotten exactly what she was hoping for the whole time... she was a little crazy like that) “Now slut. This has been a particularly busy week for me so I haven't been able to get to all the things I've wanted to. This includes making sure you know your place. This will be rectified tomorrow and I will call you. I suggest preparing yourself tonight because as punishment for this little outburst I'm going to spank your ass raw, then I'm going to fuck you until your legs stop working.”

You feel her melt in your arms and you get the impression this is exactly what she wanted to happen but you don't mind too much. “Yes mistress, I'm sorry for my outburst.”

You continue to **** her to look you in the eyes as you slowly slide your other hand down her jeans and feel her soaked panties. “One more thing.”

She quivers as the words come out of her mouth“Y-Y-Yes mistress?”

Your hand forces her panties aside and you push two fingers deep insider her tight cunt. “No cumming till I give you permission. Got it?”

Her breathing is getting heavy and you know she's not happy about it but she slowly agrees. “O- Okay mistress.”

“Good girl, now open up.” She looks at you and opens her mouth, she knows whats about to happen.

You put your pussy juice covered fingers in her mouth. Immediately her tongue gets to work and within seconds your fingers are clean. “You've been trained well.” You release her ponytail and walk towards the door.

“I will text you tomorrow, until then you better not cum or I'll know.” You leave the room.

Your pussy aches and you ignore it, determined to not show any signs you're struggling. You have a few hours left and then the fucking belt is gone. You remember Scarlett's 'planned surprise' and you worry a little. Not because you didn't trust Scarlett but because anything planned at Temptation had Miho and Ellen all over it and those two bitches couldn't be trusted.

You had no way of knowing what was planned or even if you could do something about it. If Scarlett had done something like given your key to Miho you were in all sorts of trouble, you needed to find a way out of this belt , after gym of course so you didn't break any rules but weren't confined to the trap, so to speak.

Your internal thoughts continue as you return to your room. “If only I had a way to know what was coming...?”

You open the door to your room and slowly pull your phone out of your pocket. You spoke to Ellen yesterday and even though it was via text maybe there's a chance something appeared on AMA.

“Alright AMA notifications I've been ignoring you because if I accidentally open the app and start staring at people again I'm going to go mental.” You steady your finger as you scroll through notifications

*AMA notification Ellen Fitzhenry*

“Yes! That's it.” you carefully press the notification icon

Ellen Fitzhenry – 35

-2 Bitch, messaging her wasn't anywhere near as fun as I wanted it to be but that's okay, the real fun begins tomorrow. If she thought one week was bad she's gonna love what Miho has planned.

Submission – 35

“Right well that answers that question. I need out of this belt.”

You put your phone down and pull at the belt a little. It still sits very snugly around your hips. Using your phone your are able to locate what you assume is a tag or at least a brand and product name which you plug into google. The belt itself is fairly cheap which is a surprise considering it actually fits you well and doesn't rub too much. The main difference between the photo and what you have on is the lock. The lock in the picture looks steel and difficult but the lock on yours looks cheap and tacky.

You know nothing about picking locks or anything like that however the lock looks like something you'd find on a 13 year old girls journal so it's not like it would be the most secure thing in the world. You look at the clock, there's 3 hours till gym and you know you've got no hope at focusing on study. If you try to relax you're going to go mental trying tearing the belt off or worse you show up tonight completely at the mercy of Scarlett, Miho and Ellen.

You feel yourself gulp at the thought of it. “Scarlett's nice, she probably genuinely thinks she's planning something a bit kinky, which is actually like a big step for her so you feel a little bad about potentially ruining it but anything either Miho or Ellen are involved in is going to be a problem and I don't want to be **** when it happens.”

You cobble together all your remaining resolve and open up youtube. Fortunately there are a huge number of videos on picking locks with hair pins and being a girl hairpins are something you have an great supply.

Your initial attempts are horrid and you bend your way through 10 or so hairpins with little to no success. Your fingers shake and you just can't seem to focus, forcing your brain to stay on task takes literally everything you have. 20 minutes pass with you breaking a hairpin then flicking back to the Youtube video then taking two long slow breaths then trying again. You feel like you're making progress but you don't exactly know how far you are away from getting it.

You glance at the clock it's been a full hour and you feel like you're going in circles.

“GAHHH FUCK THIS, FUCKING VIDEO SAID IT WOULD BE EASY!” You lift your phone and squeeze it in your hand threatening to smash it on the ground in a fit of rage.

“No, No hold it together. Come on you have this.” You gently place the phone back down and **** yourself to pick up a new bobby pin and keep going.

More minutes pass and you find yourself not butchering as many pins, you feel like you're close and then *CLICK* the locking mechanism springs open. A smile and a feeling of achievement passes over you as you have accomplished the picking of the most basic lock. You look down and immediately move to rip the belt off and allow yourself the release you've been craving all week.

But then you stop. “No I'm literally an hour away from gym I'm not going to spend the time cheating my punishment, what I need is practice. Just cause I've done it once doesn't mean shit if I cant do it again and quickly.”

With what can only be described and herculean strength and much to the anger of a certain lust driven part of your brain you push down on the cheap padlock pushing it back into place. Then you take a breath and get back to the grind. The minutes pass by and slowly but surely you can feel the improvement. You go from fumbling around to unlocking it in 30 seconds. You know you could improve this with a little more time to practice but unfortunately being late to gym came with its own punishment which you weren't in the mood to endure. You grab your stuff and head out.