Fetch

"Anything?" Alex grinned mischievously. "Theres something in the back seat of Stephs car. Go get it and bring to me. But you can't carry it back with your hands."

"Easy." Rachel stood and walked to the car, the metal of the belt clicking softly with every step. She reached into the backseat and saw what it was. A large dildo.

Rachel stared at the silicone object, a wave of disbelief washing over her. The absurdity of the situation was peaking; she was locked in a metal contraption, stripped of her dignity, and now she was being asked to transport a toy back to Alex using only her mouth. She glanced back toward the group, seeing Victoria still diligently playing the "kitten" while Max’s muffled moans of pleasure echoed through the air. The jealousy flared again, mixing with the heat pooling in her lower belly.

Rachel didn't hesitate. The pride that usually defined her had been eroded by the sheer, mounting frustration of the chastity belt and the sight of Max’s blissful expression. She leaned down, gripped the silicone shaft firmly between her teeth, and began the trek back. The walk was a precarious balancing act; every step caused the metal belt to bite slightly into her hips, and the heavy toy swayed, threatening to slip. As she approached the group, she caught sight of Chloe, who was currently on her fifth "spanking," her face a mask of flustered desperation and genuine pleasure.

Rachel arrived back at the circle, her face flushing a deep crimson as she dropped the silicone toy at Alex’s feet with a wet *thud*. She looked up, her eyes pleading, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The walk had only served to heighten the sensitivity of her restricted areas, and the metallic cold of the belt now felt searing against her skin.