She calls William.

The vibrations began again, and Jane growled with frustration. This was perhaps the tenth time in the last two hours that she had been tormented. The frequency was irregular; that shit William was not allowing her to know exactly when the next cycle of teasing would occur. Sometimes the break between vibrations would be only five minutes, other times as long as twenty. Jane clenched her internal muscles and could feel the slim, egg-shaped vibe that nestled just inside her dripping quim. Though not nearly large enough to feel invasive when it was dormant, smaller than a tampon and nowhere near inserted as deeply, it buzzed with a powerful intensity, stimulating her pussy, her labia and clit with its infuriating vibration. She gritted her teeth, but there was no ignoring or escaping the effect that tiny fucking vibe was capable of inflicting. Jane was **** by this time; the vibrations only lasted a minute or so, again, William was varying the length of her stimulation to keep her guessing when it would cease. Never long enough that she could orgasm, but enough to keep her aroused, wet and frustrated.

Jane had tried breaking or picking the lock of the belt, of course, but she had only a few simple tools in her home. The tiny padlock looked as if it should be easy to **** off, but the design meant it was flush with the belt, and with nothing better than a small screwdriver or a pair of scissors, Jane had achieved nothing except a few scratchmarks on the surface. Even if she had more complex tools, the risk of injury was greater than the chance of finding a **** point of the well-designed lock to cut or break. Jane whined as the vibrations heightened the state of arousal that had barely cooled down from the last time the vibe had activated. Despite knowing it was usless Jane pulled at the belt, raging and swearing, cursing William and threatening lurid acts of vengeance against her distant tormenter. The hardened steel of the chastity belt was as unaffected by her tantrum as it was by her efforts to wrench it apart with her bare hands. She threw herself back on the bed, wailing, and her heels and fists beat against the duvet and mattress in defeated anguish.

Grabbing the bolster from the head of the bed, Jane straddled the pillow and ground her steel-encased crotch frantically against it as the insistent vibrations continued. It was hopeless; the snug-fitting steel plate covering her sex did not allow any external sensation to reach her genitals. The vibe ran longer than it had before, maybe three or four minutes. Jane was just starting to believe that this time it might bring her off completely. She was gasping and clutching at her breasts, pinching and twisting her engorged, hardened nipples in an effort to stimulate herself sufficiently to climax. The vibration ceased abruptly, leaving Jane sobbing and beating the bedcovers with her fists in frustration. Driven half out of her mind, Jane finally broke down and snatched her phone from the bedside table to call William. He answered almost instantly, as if he had been waiting, expecting that Jane would call him.

"{fnamee_f}, I was wondering when you would be in touch," William sounded smug. "To be honest, I did not think it would be so soon. How long has it been? Just over two hours? I thought you might hold out until morning before calling me again."

"Enough, William, I need this damn thing off, NOW!" Jane had intended to be demanding, to cow William into reversing whatever magic or god knows what he had used to imprison her pussy and **** her. Instead, her voice broke, and her tone sounded more like **** pleading. "Look, you taught me a lesson. Please, I won't tell a soul what you've done, just get this fucking thing off me."

"Please? It sounds so nice to hear you ask politely Jane," William replied. "Perhaps you are learning from this, but I don't think your attitude adjustment is complete yet. So no, the belt stays on."

"I need to pee, William," Jane lied, trying a different approach. If William would not remove the belt, perhaps she could persuade him to grant access to her. "At least unlock the plate at the front so I can use the toilet."

"Well, that seems like a perfectly reasonable request Jane," William answered and then chuckled. "Of course, if I do this small favour for you, then I would expect a small favour in return. Quid pro quo."

"What is it that you want?" Jane asked. "Money? For me to stop teasing you at work? What?"

"Money, nothing so sordid," William sounded confident, more confident than Jane had ever heard him. "For such a small favour, simply send me a picture. No, a live video of you wearing the belt. I would love to see how it looks on you. You have a full-length mirror for dressing, I assume?"