Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac
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Chapter 4 - The Relinquishing of the Keys
The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to. Someone
I work with? No way! I didn't even want them to know about the belt? My
parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was wearing the belt.
Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already knew about the belt and
she already told me she was willing to do it. I had known her since we were
sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I called her that evening and asked her
to come over so we could talk about my belt. She came over and I told her that
I was considering giving her my keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold
my keys for me, but she said that there would have to be some conditions. I
asked her what the conditions would be.
She said "First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your keys,
second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be released
from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control of your keys."
I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She suggested a month, but
I was afraid of not having control of my sex for that long. I told her I only
wanted to test this for a week. She accepted the time period of a week. Next,
she suggested that she have complete discretion over when I was released from my
belt, with the exception of medical emergencies. I told her that I didn't feel
comfortable with that and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would
not agree to that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for
the entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed.
Next, she said "Listen, if I am going to do this, I don't want to lose you as a
friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do during this
week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You can't get mad at me
if I don't release you from your belt during the week." I agreed with her terms,
knowing that she would release me early if I really, really wanted her to. She
asked if I was wearing the belt. I wasn't, so she told me to go put it on. I
went in the other room and prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I
was excited, nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with
anticipation. I could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered
getting out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I
didn't have time.
I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I knew
that I wouldn't feel anything except cold steel against my skin for the next
week. I secured the waistband, then pulled the front shield around in front of
me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my finger over my soaked
clit one last time and lied to myself when I said "you can do this; it's just
for one week". As the cold steel of the shield touched my pussy, I gasped and
bit my lip. I secured the shield, along with the additional front shied, then
attached the lock and locked it. I could feel the shield pressing tightly
against my pussy, pushing the lips of my labia through the slit in the shield,
keeping my pussy securely positioned in the center of the shield. My hands were
shaking and my knees were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a
week. I put my panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my
jeans. I went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.
She asked, "Well? Did you put it on?" "Yes", I replied. She asked me for the
keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said "Cindy, I know that this belt
comes with two keys... Where's the other one?" I sighed, knowing that I was
caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As I was about to
hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second thoughts. Sonja held out her
hand and assured me that I was making the right decision. I reluctantly handed
over the second key - I now had truly lost control of my sex for an entire week
- how was I going to make it? Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a
smile, announced that I had made the right decision.
She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the
belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First, she
inspected the lock to insure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on the
waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me to put my
hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again tried to shift the
waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the shield. She pulled on the
shield, insuring that it was secure. Next, she tried to slide her fingers in
underneath the shield. She began up near the waistband, where she could fit two
fingers in under the shield. She slid her fingers down, under the shield, until
it was too tight for her fingers to continue down any more. They were still
several inches away from my pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and
bend over. I did and she again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was
secure at the bottom. She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the
back and seemed satisfied that she could not. Next, she said "Okay, it looks
like this belt is pretty secure. I'm sure it will do fine. I need to get home
soon, before Bill gets home from work". I asked her not to tell Bill about the
belt, and she agreed.
