She Tries On The Chastity Belt

"Let me try it on." Sandra said, reaching for the belt from my hand. I pulled it out of her grasp.

"Are you joking?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." She pouted. She was still reach for it. "I just want to see if it fits is all."

I furrowed my eyebrow. It was a toy for Paige, and I wasn't too keen on using gear earmarked for her on someone else, even if only for a joke. Still, what was the harm in letting her have her fun?

"Alright, Fine. You win. I'm need to wash it afterwards though." I pulled the belt back into her grasp. She eagerly snatched it up. "I hope you know I love you."

"You're the best, Martin." She said. She leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek. Temptress.

I grabbed the belt back, and motion for her to stand up. She rises to her feet, and grabs the hem of her skirt, pulling it up. It gave me a view of her panties mere inches away. Black and lacey. It's almost a shame to remove them. I reached out and pull them down, exposing her flower. She kicks the panties off to the side.

"You're a bit wet." I pointed out, flashing her a sadistic grin.

"We haven't talked about any besides sex and BDSM since I came here." She grumbled. "Stop whining and belt me already."

I undid the clasps of the belt. Chastity belts are designed to be difficult to take off, and thus are build with several interlocking mechanisms to increases their stability. It took me a moment. The fact that my girlfriend's exposed pussy was mere inches from my face, distracting me, didn't speed up the process either. With the belt opened, I turned back to her and clasped it around her waist. Then I reached through, grabbing the front shield and locking it in the front of the belt.

I leaned back and sighed, looking at my handiwork. Then, the belt fell right down. Sandra didn't have the hips Paige did, and the frame was custom built. It simply didn't fit her.

I looked at Sandra. She looked at me. Then we both bust out laughing.