Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac
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Chapter 7 - The First Strict Enforcement
I didn't sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to
Sonja's house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I
asked her to let me out. She said "Cindy, not only will I not do that, but
according to our contract. I now can't let you out for at least 24 hours." I
argued, "Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to..." ,
she closed the door in my face. I couldn't believe it. I rang the doorbell and
she just shouted through the door, "Cindy, go home, we're not going to go
through this again". "GOD DAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA" I screamed,
"GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!" She never did answer the
door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes to "escort" me
out of the building. I couldn't believe what that bitch had done. I was pissed.
That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that Sonja
didn't take it personally. I decided to go back there the following day and try
a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched - it had been over 48 hours since
the last time I came. The following day, after work I went back to Sonja's. When
she answered the door, I apologized to her for my behavior the following day. My
apology wasn't sincere, but I really wanted to be released from the belt and I
knew that I would have to be nice to convince her to do it. I would have told
her anything to let me out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the
couch.
"Well?" I asked. "Well, what?" she replied. "Never mind" I said in a rejected
tone. "Oh, so that's what this is all about? You think that if you are nice to
me I will release you? Dream on sister. I'm still a little pissed about being
called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a little more respectful of
me - after all, I decide how long you wear that thing. It could be a week, or it
could be years..." she said in an angry tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I
was speechless; Sonja had never spoken to me that way. "Come back Saturday night
for your weekly release and sex, if you want" she seethed. At that, she
dismissed me. I cried that entire night. I didn't dare disturb her for the rest
of the week. By Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn't think
straight. My clit felt like it was swolen to the size of a d-cell battery and it
tingled so bad it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an orgasm and
I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to forget to pack my
favorite vibrator. Excited, and horny beyond belief, I hurried over to Sonja's.
