Life of perpetual confinement

My life is one of perpetual confinement

. I've always worn a chastity belt. It firmly restrains my genitals, making it impossible to open at any time, rendering masturbation impossible. I haven't touched my vagina for three years. How I long for that feeling, to feel a pair of hands (my own or my master's) tightly gripping my body, yet that feeling is no longer mine. My master is currently away on a business negotiation, so he hasn't locked up the chastity belt. Thank goodness, my anus is empty now, because if my master were here, that place would always be stuffed full. Sometimes it's a simple anal plug, and sometimes I have to endure the torment of a ten-inch-long, two-inch-thick dildo, the duration of which is entirely controlled by my master. How did I end up in this situation? Here is my story.
I met my master on an online service. He successfully captivated and mesmerized me, and I quickly became his slave. I was willing to do anything for him, to obey any of his commands, except for one thing—you know, a great deal of masturbation. Before I met my master, I had to masturbate several times a day. But with my master, he wouldn't let me touch my vagina. I really wanted to obey. My master agreed to let me play once a week, but that wasn't nearly enough for me. When my master was at work during the day and I was home alone, I would try it out, thinking he wouldn't find out. I seriously underestimated my master.
One summer weekend, my master took me to a leather party. I had never gone out with him before, and I felt very satisfied seeing the envious looks on the other girls' faces when they learned I was my master's private property. My master introduced me to one of his friends, a guy who made custom sex toys. He took some strange measurements of my body. It looked like my master was going to make me a well-fitting strap. I was so ignorant...
Towards the end of the weekend, we attended a hellish party together. The setting was like a medieval dungeon, full of torture racks, hanging bars, crosses, and lots of chains. I felt like I was in heaven. My master spread my body wide and bound me tightly between two pillars with thick iron chains and leather restraints. Then I heard a clanging sound and felt my hands and feet being gradually pulled apart. Now, I was stretched very tight. My vagina was tense, and I begged my master to let me relax. My master took out a television and a video camera, placed them in front of me, and inserted a videotape. When the image appeared, I almost fainted. My master had filmed me masturbating; this was the most conclusive evidence. "
Well, my slave girl, I know what you've done. I've known for months. I've installed many security cameras in the house. You've disappointed me greatly, and now you will be punished." My heart sank; I felt his words piercing my heart like needles. A group of people gathered to watch me being punished.

First, I was whipped. This was something I had never experienced before; he whipped my naked body rapidly. I think he didn't forget to whip any part of my body; I felt like my whole body was on fire.
My master's friend suddenly appeared, bringing something that looked like a metal triangular brace. It was a chastity belt. My legs were untied, and I was forced to put the belt around my waist; it felt very tight. A shield, a metal plate locking my vagina, and finally everything was locked onto the belt. A metal chain ran from between my legs to both sides of the belt, like a protective triangular brace, leaving my buttocks exposed.
At first, I was curious about this novel contraption.
"Beautiful lady, you will never be able to touch your vagina again. In fact, you will never experience any direct touch, not even my hand." I must admit that at that moment, these words only excited me more. I didn't believe he was serious at all... My bare feet were squeezed into a pair of size 35 iron high heels, the sharp teeth on the soles piercing my soles and toes. With a snap, you will wear it forever. My feet were also imprisoned, and pain coursed through my body.

My feet were bound again, and my body was spread wide. The next torture was laid out before me. It was an enormous dildo mounted on a hydraulic device. I'd never seen anything like it. He placed the device under my body and pressed a button, and the dildo slowly rose. I clenched my anus desperately, but finally, it went in. The unbearable pain made me scream, but it continued forward. When it stopped, only the base of the dildo was sticking out. I felt like I was nailed to a spike, unable to escape even without being bound. He pressed another button, and the dildo began to vibrate, the vibrations spreading throughout my body, massaging my G-spot. At first, I really enjoyed it all… Okay, beautiful, now enjoy it. But in a few hours, it won't be so pleasant. You'll desperately need an orgasm. However, your body won't be able to give you what you want. Enjoy it, it's 10:00 PM now, the party ends at 8:00 AM tomorrow. You'll be hanging there forever, bringing pleasure to everyone who visits. My master stuffed a red rubber ball into my mouth, fastened the chastity belt, and left. Around midnight, I couldn't take it anymore and desperately wanted to break free, but the dildo continued its relentless vibration. Around 1 a.m., my anus was injured and forcibly opened, dripping secretions. At 2 a.m., I started screaming, pleading through my gagged mouth, begging everyone to let me go. No one paid me any attention; instead, they watched this tragedy with a gleeful, almost fascinated expression, pointing at the iron cage beneath me. The dildo continued to vibrate. At 3 a.m., my master appeared with a smile, and I looked at him with pleading eyes. "How's it going, beautiful? You still have five hours to go." When my master finally released me, I knelt and begged for his forgiveness, hoping to have my chastity belt removed and experience an orgasm. But of course, my master wouldn't agree; my punishment had only just begun…
As I helped my master pack his luggage for home, he didn't say a word. I didn't dare make a sound, but I kept wondering when he would remove the chastity belt so I could go through airport security. When we arrived at the airport, I had my answer. "
Here's your ticket, beautiful, see you at home. We're not going together." My master planned for us to take different routes home. He would go straight home, while I would have to transfer, which meant I would have to go through security twice. My first reaction was to stay home. Of course, that was just a thought; I had no money, no extra clothes, only these things on my body. I ran to the restroom, locked the door, and tried to open the chastity belt, but in reality, I couldn't even put my fingers between the belt and my skin. I pounded on the chastity belt, tears welling in my eyes, hoping I could break this iron cage with my hands. The high heels firmly confined my feet, causing pain, and my ankles were locked with 15kg shackles. In the end, I could only muster the courage to go through security. Of course, the metal detector beeped.
"Miss, put your hands up." As the young officer scanned my body with a detector, the detector beeped in my crotch area. "
What's this?" I didn't know what to say. Well, I was wearing a metal belt, and I couldn't remove it. My face flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. "
Please come this way, miss, we will conduct further examination." I was taken to the examination room and asked to remove my skirt. Needless to say, the security guard chuckled, glanced at the chastity belt, high heels, and shackles, and then let me go. Perhaps he had seen this thing before. I began my flight.
When the plane took off, I sat in the back and finally had a little rest, hoping the next examination would be just as easy. But this time, I wasn't so lucky. I was taken to the examination room again, and the officer examined me very carefully.
What was he looking for? Did he think it was a bomb? He paid particular attention to the two locks at the front and back.

Why can't you open it? Where's your luggage? Why are you carrying it? Who has the key? Why didn't he come with you? Why are your shoes locked? Why are you wearing shackles? So many questions I don't want to answer. Finally, I blurted out: "It's a chastity belt. It's to prevent me from masturbating. Is this voluntary?" The officer replied: "This is against custom. You can go." Thank goodness I can go. I'll never fly again. When I got home, my master was waiting for me at the door with an exaggerated smile. "
Did you enjoy your trip, beautiful?" I kept thinking about what would have happened if I hadn't flown.
It's so good to be home. My master and I returned to our old lifestyle, except that I'm wearing a chastity belt now. My master added a shield to the chastity belt to lock the dildo or anal plug. I have ten minutes every day to clean myself, and even if I don't, the shield will lock, and I can only wait until tomorrow. The shackles and high heels will never be unlocked; my feet are already numb.
Another support was removed when my master wanted to do something to my anus. This included his penis, a dildo, and sometimes even his fist. At this point, my vagina could only obediently remain in its cell. My master massaged my breasts, causing me frustration. Many times I went crazy, begging for orgasm, even though I knew it was impossible.
He sometimes used a dildo, but with an upgraded power system. The dildo could vibrate up and down at different speeds; it was truly a manipulator. The first time I was used by this machine, my master kept me on top for eight hours. This punishment was often administered when my master had guests visiting; he treated me as a work of art to please them. I call this torture because my locked vagina, if something could be inserted, would actually be a form of pleasure. Now it only brings me painful memories; in fact, I haven't had an orgasm for a year.
On the anniversary of wearing the chastity belt, my master said he would give me a surprise. I was taken to hell and then my limbs were spread apart and tied to a torture table. A crank was attached to my arms, suspending me high. My master took out a key and unlocked the chastity belt. I couldn't believe it; this was the first time in a year that my vagina had been free. I stared at it, admiring it, as if it were someone else's possession. It quickly hardened, and I hurriedly thanked my master for this gift. "
Beautiful lady, you've performed very well this year, so tonight you have a chance for an orgasm." He didn't touch my vagina, but instead took out a vacuum vibrating suction device and installed it on my clitoris. He was going to use this thing. "
I told you a year ago, you will never experience direct touching or intercourse. Your own, or someone else's. You have ten minutes to reach orgasm; if not, you'll have to wait until next year." My heart sank; I had hoped to reach orgasm under the caress of a pair of hands. But I quickly realized that my sexual desire had been suppressed for a whole year, so this wasn't a bad solution. My master turned on the switch. The pleasure was wonderful. I realized that any stimulation of the clitoris was indescribable. A pleasurable vibration spread throughout my body; I felt so close. I started moaning, and then the climax came… Time was up. My master turned off the vibrator and removed it. My juices were still dripping, and my clitoris was hard. I screamed in disappointment, thrusting my hips forward, cursing my master for treating me this way, begging him for even a minute more, or a few more seconds, any sexual pleasure would do. My master just gave me a playful smile.
He poured a bucket of ice on my clitoris. This incredible blow softened my clitoris, and the chastity belt snapped shut again.

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