William gets his show.

Jane was silent as she considered William's words. He made it sound as if it was a casual request, but in truth, it was a demand, an escalation in the control he already had over her. An unspoken game or battle of wills was being played, and unfortunately, William had a huge advantage. She could, of course, refuse, but that would simply leave her trapped in this fucking chrome pussy prison. The need to use the toilet had been a lie, or at least an exaggeration; she was not **** to pee, not yet, at least. Jane was attempting to manipulate William, but lacked any real leverage to **** him into a course of action so could only use passive **** against him. She had no intention of replacing the steel plate that was locked in place on the front of the steel belt covering her labia once William unlocked it. As soon as William opened it and her labia was exposed, Jane intended to remove the little lozange-shaped vibe she could feel nestled just inside her quim. She would still be locked inside the belt, but William would be denied further tormenting her with its frustrating vibrations. Jane would also finally be able to achieve the sexual release that had been denied her, able to at last touch herself and reach the orgasm that had become a distracting necessity.

William too remained silent on the other end of the phone call, allowing Jane to digest his offer and scheme in her imagination a path to lessening his control over her. The silence lengthened as Jane considered his devil's bargain. What would William do with a video of her wearing the chastity belt? It would certainly cause her humiliation and embarrassment if he made it public, but that would also be evidence that could be used against him, and he would ultimately pay a higher price than Jane. Exposing herself for his pleasure via the phone while wearing the belt would be degrading, but then again, getting William sexually aroused would turn his own weapon against him. A horny man, no doubt with his dick in hand, in Jane's abundant experience of cockteasing was easily manipulated.

"Jane? Need a little wakeup to hurry you along?" William broke the silence, sounding impatient. The vibe buzzed back into life, powerful vibrations immediately exciting Jane's pussy.

"Okay, okay," Jane agreed hurriedly, brought back to the situation at hand from her fantasies of reversing William's game. "I'll stream the video to you. Just give me a moment to get to the mirror."

"Good girl," William sounded smug. Jane could imagine William's face with a self-satisfied expression, getting his cock out and stroking it in anticipation, but the vibe shut off at once.

Jane went back to the mirror, her hands trembled slightly as she activated the video on her cellphone and held it up. The reflected image from the mirror showed her full-length body, naked except for her high-heeled sandals, the collar and bands around her neck and thighs, and of course the steel chastity belt. Despite her predicament, Jane could not resist posing for the camera; she was conceitedly aware that she was beautiful and her body was most men's wet dream of perfection. That conceit was the driving factor behind her constant cock teasing of William and many others. The sense of power she felt, seeing them become aroused and denying them, cruelly mocking them for their sexual attraction towards her that she had deliberately invited. She turned around slowly as she filmed herself, displaying her perfect body as much as she displayed the snug-fitting steel that enclosed her pussy. Filming over her shoulder she ran a palm over the taut, firm globes of her ass, spreading her asscheeks slightly, letting William see how the chains running from the crotch plate to the rear of the belt framed the cleft between her buttocks. She turned to face the mirror again and ran her hand over the shiny chrome plate that covered her labia, first pulling at the steel and then attempting to push her fingers beneath the plate to display how tightly it fitted and prevented all attempts to touch her pussy.

"A perfect fit," William gloated over the phone. "Don't you think so Jane? Now you're really untouchable perfection. Not just to me, but denied to yourself as well."

"Yes, it fits perfectly, William," Jane confirmed reluctantly. "Except when you trigger that fucking vibrator, all I can feel is the belt. I can't touch myself at all. I also cannot pee with this fucking thing on. You promised to open it if I gave you a show. I gave you your show, now open it up."