Thanks again for those who inspired me to write this story in the Discord Server :).
Rose smiled. “It’s heavenly steel, and heavenly bronze in the top layers. Extremely expensive. Oh, Mavis, you look so beautiful.”
Mavis reddened even more. “I m-might, but, Rose… How am I going to hide these under clothes?” She tugged at the padlocks again, her hands shaking with nervous exertion now as she tested their security; soon moving to the waistband, and finding that she could neither manage to push it down, nor tilt it.
“I’ve got some clothes picked out for you that should work just fine,” Rose purred. “You’ve seen how well my dresses hide my own belt. Look.” She said, pointing down at her body. “They’re bulky things. But would you ever think I was wearing anything under here?”
The elf looked up at her, her lip wobbling.
Rose sighed. “Do you already need me to take it all off?” She pouted. “It takes a while, you know. A fair bit longer than it took to put on. That said… I don’t want to make you accept anything that-”
“It’s fine right now. B-But…” Mavis stammered. “Rose, who the hell is this meant to keep out…?”
The angel moved close to her, then, poking her gently in the chest. “You,” She beamed. “And only you. Other people, too, would be nice, but including them in the threat model… I hope you won’t get too smug when I tell you it wouldn’t have changed the design.”
By sixty minutes, the elf could only slump against the table. Her chest heaved as she drew one long, shuddering breath after another. By seventy, she was gently, quietly pleading in a voice that only grew higher, more forlorn, anguished and desperate, to be allowed to cum. Her feet beat at the floor, her body only able to endure and endure as, still, the brushes pricked and caressed at her body, holding her still, even now, just… Just shy. Only just. With perfect, mechanical precision, careful, measured little stroke after stroke, touch after touch. Silent, glacial caresses, slow and feather soft – slight touch, after touch, after touch… Somehow, the belt knew not only how much stimulation would be too much, but exactly how much was enough. And through that knowledge, it ensured that no matter how the elf craned her body around, she could get no further or closer. Every touch of the clockwork arms and brushes and nubs was perfectly considered, intricately balanced, and mechanically measured. She would have marvelled at it, were it not so utterly maddening – swooned masochistically at the idea of such treatment, were it not her it was happening to, and quite against her will. Again, the elf began to struggle wildly against the waistband wound tightly around her body, quietly pleading and begging for release as her juices, no longer a drip but now a thin, constant stream, dribbled down the legs of the chair; and yet the belt was adamant in both its cruelty, and the tyrannical snugness of its grip on her pelvis. This state was the one in which the elf was to be kept, now – confined, held against her will, no matter how desperately she tried to escape.
Immediately, her eyes opened, the elf staring at her empty hand… And then slowly looking down, again, at the firmly locked chastity belt. They moved to her sides, pushing and tugging at the waistband gently – confirming that the belt was properly locked in place, and would not come off. She gasped, almost laughing as the reality of what she’d just done set in. She’d locked herself in chastity! In a heavy, indestructible looking chastity belt that she didn’t understand the mechanisms for, and didn’t have the key for! And if she couldn’t pick it open… Only her beloved Rose could let her out. Of course, she suddenly realised, the haze in her lustful mind slightly clearing – the angel would know what she’d done, even if she got out. She’d find those keys in her safe. Mavis wouldn’t be getting them out. That meant she was already in trouble.
“So why not have a bit of fun?” She supposed, smiling down at the belt, and noticing the gears turning again. Was it wound by her movement? She tilted her body around, watching them turn faster, the belt ticking quicker and louder as she tilted it this way and that. More and more of them were starting to pick up, as if the belt were building up some kind of charge. There was nothing she could do about whatever it was going to do with that charge, but… That was fine. It likely wasn’t anything interesting. And even if it was going to vibrate a little every now and then, surely using almost all of its charge in a few seconds, or, or something… She couldn’t imagine it would be able to do much with the tiny amounts of kinetic power that could be generated by her movements. She wondered for a moment if she should have turned it to the final setting, paralysing the mechanism, but quickly resolved that allowing it to run would make the escape she was going to perform, no matter what, more authentic. More viable for any real person trapped in the chastity belt. Even if it was going to, to mess with her, which didn’t seem likely – for she watched it for several minutes as she sat in the stool, and it didn’t really do anything more except tick and spin its gears – it would only add credence to her coming achievement. Right now, with nothing happening, she wasn’t scared of this tiny clockwork machine at all. Just what was it going to do? Tick and click her to death?
She would soon change her mind, of course.
Was it, perhaps…?
She crouched down, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness of the space under the bed. Was that… Yes! She could see the microscope! But there was a problem – it was right in the middle, with other things stacked all around it.
Mavis sighed. It was looking like she’d have to pull things out.
Slowly, she slid out the boxes between her and the microscope. She knew she ought not to open them. They looked ornate, and it seemed like they contained either jewellery or precious heirlooms – in either case, not things Mavis would want to explain her reasons for touching. They were inscribed with curved letters written in Enochian, an angelic language Mavis couldn’t read – and that Rose hadn’t taught her much of.
She was quite curious now, though…
Mavis slid out the microscope, sitting it on the bed. Slowly, she leaned on her knees, glancing back down at the boxes. Noticing, then, the carved image on one – a rather lewd depiction of the female reproductive organs.
That was perhaps what hooked her in. Because she was very curious now, curious enough that her concern for her partner’s privacy was slowly overridden. To open this little box and take just a quick peek… It was too tempting.
Slowly, she lifted the lid, and immediately her mouth fell open. She had been expecting to find something quite drab, if valuable. But instead, she’d found herself transfixed – that, and rather scandalised.
It was a chastity belt.