Tina Interlude

Tina POV

When I got home from work, I spent my first night locked in chastity trying desperately to get myself off. I rubbed my nipples. I pressed a vibrator against the chastity belt. It wasn't enough. I taped vibrators to both of my nipples, with another one between my legs. I conjured up dirty fantasies of cute guys I had seen at work ravishing me. Like the man who had been at the store when this infernal belt had been locked onto me. I put on nasty porn. I tried desperately to orgasm for hours. But nothing I did worked. It all only served to drive me to new heights of sexual desire. There was plenty of pleasure but there could be no release. Eventually, frustrated and exhausted, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning still dripping wet. Normally I would have masturbated then to relieve my horniness, but I couldn't. Instead, I sighed as I rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. I had to pee in the shower so I wouldn't make a mess. Afterward, I got dressed in what would become my new normal: a skirt with no panties. I normally stick to much more conservative outfits, but it was actually turning me on a little to wear something so slutty. Which was not helping with my whole "unable to masturbate thing".

The effect was only amplified in public. It surprised me how much walking around in these crowds of people who had no idea I was wearing fetish gear turned me on. One strong gust of wind and I'd be exposed like some kind of kinky cosplay of that famous Marylynne Monroe photograph. What little breeze I could feel made me feel naked.

I absolutely HAD to find a way to get off.

1 week later

It had been a full week of frustration and escalating desperation for an orgasm. I don't think I'd ever been this horny before, and it was constant. Then one day, that guy who had been there when the belt was first put on came in. He was looking for some sexy roleplay outfits. A maid and a flight attendant. Then the cage part of the belt was unlocked and for the first time in way too long my pussy was accessible. I had to find a way to make this guy leave so I could finally get what I had desired all week. But he wouldn't leave. Instead, I felt fingers brush against my swollen pussy and begin to stroke my clit. Shit, was that me? No, I wasn't that far gone. The customer just stood there and watched me get fingered. Whatever, he'd seen me in more compromising positions. At least this time I had clothes on.

When I was finally about to cum, the fingers slowed way down, stopping me just on the edge of my long-awaited orgasm. Then, they started back up again and I was brought to the edge a second time. I was getting so horny I began considering asking the customer for help. Screw saving my virginity for someone special, I just want to CUM.

The fingers brought me to the edge a third time. Fuck, I thought I had been horny before? I was now positively starving for a cock in me.

4th, 5th, 6th edge. Each time I grew more **** and my sexual desire began to overwhelm my dignity. My needy pussy ached for a cock and as I approached my 7th edge, I blurted out

"pleasefuckme" at the watching customer. But the man just smirked at me, and I flushed with embarrassment. Then the cage was locked back in place. He bought some outfits and went on his way.

That night at home I was so **** that I tried out one of my vibrating dildo toys on my ass. It didn't feel great but I felt it had potential. Maybe I could learn to like it.

1 month later

That customer kept coming back regularly for a month but didn't buy anything. Each time he came in, the cage would be removed and I would be mercilessly edged. And he'd just stand there and watch me. I began to find it sexy that he was watching me. I wondered how he always knew when to be there. I imagined that someone had put out an ad. "Come watch the slutty shopkeep get fingered, Fridays at 6 pm!"

Sometimes I asked him to fuck me while I had the chance, sometimes I managed to resist. But always he'd just smirk back at me. Then I'd go home hornier than I ever thought possible, and fuck myself in the ass with my dildos while fantasizing about the mystery customer finally giving in and fucking me during one of my edging sessions. I was starting the enjoy the anal stimulation more and more.

One night after yet another edging session, I was doing the anal masturbation that had become my routine. I felt that it was only a matter of time before I'd be able to cum from it. I probably could if it was a real cock. My fantasies turned and I began to imagine the mystery customer fucking me in the ass instead of my pussy. I had given up on getting a vaginal orgasm and was now fully focused on getting an anal one. That night I got closer than ever, but still couldn't cum.

The next day, my mystery man returned, and yet another edging session began. Two days back to back was rare. But this day, something was different. Today, on impulse, I asked him to fuck my ass instead of my pussy.

It was as if the universe had heard me. A cock pounded into my ass and hands fondled my nipples. It was so much more intense than my masturbation sessions. As I felt myself building towards an orgasm, a thought struck me. A stranger was watching me lose my anal virginity before I ever lost my actual virginity. God, this belt has turned me into such a slut! This thought pushed me over the edge and I experienced my first anal orgasm. My ass spasmed and clenched around the hard cock still pounding into me. The cock apparently enjoyed this, as soon it spasmed too, pumping my ass full of cum. The cock pulled out and a hand slapped my ass, causing me to moan. Then the customer, apparently satisfied he had seen enough, left.

That night I walked home with cum dripping out of my ass and down my legs. I feel like such a slut.

2 months later

After that night, the edging sessions were replaced by anal sessions. I found that while they offered temporary release, the **** horniness returned quickly within only a few days. I found I was now able to make myself cum with my dildos, but the release they offered was even more ephemeral. They almost made things worse, and I craved a real cock. The frequency of the anal sessions at work decreased over time, but my desires only increased. I began to consider seeking it out on my own.

6 months later

As the anal sessions at work had tapered off, I began to seek out anal on my own. Most men were down for a night of anal fun, but not many wanted to stick around and date a girl who could never let them fuck her pussy.

I was on my knees in a truck stop restroom sucking a dick. He had promised he'd fuck my ass. I was just too good at sucking cock now, and he came in my mouth without warning. I swallowed without hesitation and then gave him an angry look. "Sorry, I gotta be somewhere. Don't have time to get hard again" and he quickly left. I sighed. This happened sometimes of course, I only had about an 80% success rate. This was definitely my rock bottom.

1 year later

My fiance's cock pounded into my ass yet again. Eventually, I had found a man with an anal-only fetish. He actually found the idea hot that he would only be able to fuck me in the ass. He was so excited when I told him I had never had a real dick in my pussy. He found the idea that I was a vaginal virgin very hot while he fucked my ass, and we incorporated that into our dirty talk.

Our wedding date was approaching fast, and I was interested to see if John would come. I had invited him, figuring that if he had liked watching me at beginning of my chastity, he probably would like to see where I had ended up.

1 month later

My family watched from the audience as I stood there in my wedding dress. Underneath, I wore no panties and a chastity belt, as was customary. I saw John in the audience and smiled at him. We said our vows and the priest said

"You may now kiss the bride"

When I leaned in to kiss my husband, I felt hands on my things under the dress. Then, as if I was a kinky fairytale princess, the belt that had kept me chaste for so long unlocked as my lips locked with my husband's. My heart soared.

Later that night, at the consummation of the marriage

"Now that I'm not locked up anymore, are you finally going to fuck my virgin pussy?" I said, emphasizing the virgin part knowing it would turn him on.

He replied by plunging his cock into me. I screamed out in a long-forgotten ecstasy. I think it felt better than my dildos had, but it had been so long I couldn't remember. I was finally losing my virginity, and it was on my wedding night. I was basically a proper lady. He didn't last long, and soon I felt hot cum pumping into my pussy for the first time. I almost came right then and there. Almost.

My husband pulled out and smiled at me. **** for him to keep going, I tried to suck his cock back to life. I succeeded only in cleaning it, but at least it tasted much better than when it had been in my ass. I hated when he made me suck him off after anal. It also made me feel like a slut and turns me on. Then, he locked the chastity belt back on me. Only this time, he had the key.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to cum" he smirked at me. It was obvious he had planned it that way, "but don't worry, you'll have another chance on our anniversary. If you're a really good girl this year, I might even let you cum with a vibrator on your clit"

I resumed sucking his cock enthusiastically. I wasn't too bothered by his decision. I had forgotten how real orgasms felt, and so didn't know how they felt different. Besides, I rationalized, my husband took pleasure in my desperation. And his pleasure is what really matters.

Authors note: I'm probably going to write one more chapter with Tina. Should I continue into that now, or just go straight back to main story?