Page 163 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

A last long, deep thrust and you cry out.

After a few minutes, you pull me up into a kneeling position and fasten my hands behind my back again. There are no hugs, no caresses; simply you taking what is yours.

Eventually, once your breathing slows down, you speak. “Your mouth and your ass are mine too, aren't they, dirty girl?”

I nod, frantically; not wanting to displease you again.

“Spread those legs wide for me, Abby. I want to see that dripping little cunt.

I shuffle my legs wider still, settling back on my heels and pushing my pussy forward, hoping that is what you want.

“That’s right,” you say. “Now let’s see just how wet you are.” You slip a finger inside me, and then another. “Do you want to come?”

I nod, squirming against your hand.

“No, don’t move. I didn’t say you could move. I said, ‘do you want to come’?”

I nod even more and moan against the gag.

“I don't think you do really.”

I nod frantically, trying to speak, as you trace a finger around the edge of my labia.

“Ask me for what you want.”

“Mmmphhh mmmm,” I manage.

“You know, I can't tell what you're saying. I think you're not trying hard enough. Ah well, guess you don't want to, do you?”

I nod again, desperately mumbling against the gag, my body burning with need.

You move your finger right onto my clit again, pushing hard, speeding up, getting me even closer. Closer until I think I can’t stand it anymore.

My breathing quickens. I begin to pant. Almost there.

Then your voice close to my ear. “You disobeyed me, sweetheart. You came without permission. Do you really think I'm going to let you tonight?”

You take your fingers away just as I think I might come, and I groan, wondering how long you will make me wait before you let me have release.

You move away from me for a moment and then I feel you touch the back of my neck, releasing the padlock on the hood. You lift the hood over my head and smooth my hair back from my face.

You take the clamps off me and play with my nipples as the blood rushes back, taking them in your mouth and driving me crazy; the pain and the pleasure almost overwhelming me.

At last, you stop, with one final tweak of my nipples. You help me to my feet and then go over to the box. Now that the moment is here, I’m not sure I want to know what’s in it anymore, but I know I will find out whether I want to or not.

You lift something out of the box, something shining and metallic. You bring it over to me and it takes me a moment to realise what it is.

“Lift up your foot and step into it, Abby. Then the other foot.”

I stare at you with wide, frightened eyes as I realise what it is. A chastity belt. I have no idea how I will get through this, and the belt isn’t even locked onto me yet. My clit aches for release already and the cruel touch of the belt, the knowledge that I can’t touch myself will only make it so much worse.

“Now, Abby.”

I step into the belt, and you pull it up between my legs. I would beg you not to, but the gag is still in place, and I can’t speak. Not that it would change your mind anyway. I gasp as the cold metal touches my shaved pussy, turning me on even more.

You settle the belt in place, locking it around my waist then remove the gag and undo the ropes binding my wrists.

“There. Now, this cunt is mine, Abby, and don't you forget it. You will not touch yourself without my permission. You will not come without my permission. Do you understand?”

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