seat.
“You can’t be serious,” she said as he poured lube in his hand and stroked it over the plug, which sat erect on the chair somehow. He wobbled its firm, rubbery length but it didn’t tip over. Must be suctioned.
“Just hover over it,” he said, “and lower yourself nice and slow.”
Georgia stood over the chair as if she were ready to sit and spread her thighs, lowering herself until she felt the tip of the plug slide into her asshole. Not so bad. She dropped lower and gasped as her sphincter spread wide, her thigh muscles burning as she forced herself to go as slowly as humanly possible.
“It’s too wide,” she said, frozen in place three-quarters of the way down the plug. Her quads trembled with exertion.
“Allow me,” Jonathan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and, while he definitely wasn’t pushing her down, simply having his hand guide her gave her the courage to continue. He dropped his hand to her nipple and caressed it, flicking it lightly.
She gasped as her ass cheeks hit the wood chair and grinned. “It’s in.” Georgia sat up carefully, easily breaking the suction seal the base of the plug had made with the chair. “Oh wow.” She felt full —and it felt amazing.
Jonathan smiled and patted her bottom, spreading her cheeks, fingering the flared base sticking out. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “I’ll put the belt on you and I want you to spend the night.”
“Really? Are we ready for that?”
“It’s just one night, Georgia. I’m not asking you to move in or anything.”
She blushed. Of course. No biggie. “If you lock me up in the belt, how will we consummate our first all-nighter together?” she teased.
“I’ll just have to be a gentleman,” he said, picking the chastity belt up off the floor. Her stomach fluttered pleasantly as he clicked the metal into place. There was something about this chastity belt that was growing on her—the feeling of being his .
The fact that she had the plug in her and couldn’t remove it until Jonathan gave her permission and physically unlocked her was such a turn-on that she stepped up to him, suddenly needing to feel him between her legs once more—but she couldn’t slake her desire with another orgasm. Not with the belt on.
She looked up at him. “We can still kiss, though, can’t we?”
His lips against hers, hot and sweet, were answer enough. “You, Sweet Georgia, really are a glutton for punishment.”
Jonathan actually ended up removing the chastity belt in the middle of the night, pulling the plug out with excruciating slowness as she moaned in the dark. But before she could come again, he locked her back up. She wailed in frustration but he kissed her cheek and told her he’d take care of her at the club the following evening.
Georgia woke up to Jonathan’s alarm clock buzzing. She rolled over sleepily, but Jonathan jumped out of bed and opened the drapes, letting the sunshine stream in over her face.
“You’re welcome to stay if you want,” he said, “but I’ve got to go to work.”
“No, I’ll go,” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She winced as she looked at the white cotton pillowcase, which was now smeared with her black eye makeup. “I’m sorry.”
Jonathan laughed. “The housekeeper’s coming today anyway, she’ll do the laundry. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”
Oh. Of course. She tried to smile to cover the inexplicable disappointment she felt. What did she expect? He obviously wasn’t a virgin. And neither was she.
“Come here so I can unlock you,” he said.
She rolled out of the bed and walked over to him, naked except for the chastity belt. “You don’t have to unlock me.”
He laughed. “I need to check your skin and make sure everything’s okay,” he said as he unlocked the belt and pulled it off her. “After you shower I’ll put it back on you. I told you it was staying on for a week, and I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“Yeah,
“You can’t be serious,” she said as he poured lube in his hand and stroked it over the plug, which sat erect on the chair somehow. He wobbled its firm, rubbery length but it didn’t tip over. Must be suctioned.
“Just hover over it,” he said, “and lower yourself nice and slow.”
Georgia stood over the chair as if she were ready to sit and spread her thighs, lowering herself until she felt the tip of the plug slide into her asshole. Not so bad. She dropped lower and gasped as her sphincter spread wide, her thigh muscles burning as she forced herself to go as slowly as humanly possible.
“It’s too wide,” she said, frozen in place three-quarters of the way down the plug. Her quads trembled with exertion.
“Allow me,” Jonathan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and, while he definitely wasn’t pushing her down, simply having his hand guide her gave her the courage to continue. He dropped his hand to her nipple and caressed it, flicking it lightly.
She gasped as her ass cheeks hit the wood chair and grinned. “It’s in.” Georgia sat up carefully, easily breaking the suction seal the base of the plug had made with the chair. “Oh wow.” She felt full —and it felt amazing.
Jonathan smiled and patted her bottom, spreading her cheeks, fingering the flared base sticking out. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “I’ll put the belt on you and I want you to spend the night.”
“Really? Are we ready for that?”
“It’s just one night, Georgia. I’m not asking you to move in or anything.”
She blushed. Of course. No biggie. “If you lock me up in the belt, how will we consummate our first all-nighter together?” she teased.
“I’ll just have to be a gentleman,” he said, picking the chastity belt up off the floor. Her stomach fluttered pleasantly as he clicked the metal into place. There was something about this chastity belt that was growing on her—the feeling of being his .
The fact that she had the plug in her and couldn’t remove it until Jonathan gave her permission and physically unlocked her was such a turn-on that she stepped up to him, suddenly needing to feel him between her legs once more—but she couldn’t slake her desire with another orgasm. Not with the belt on.
She looked up at him. “We can still kiss, though, can’t we?”
His lips against hers, hot and sweet, were answer enough. “You, Sweet Georgia, really are a glutton for punishment.”
Jonathan actually ended up removing the chastity belt in the middle of the night, pulling the plug out with excruciating slowness as she moaned in the dark. But before she could come again, he locked her back up. She wailed in frustration but he kissed her cheek and told her he’d take care of her at the club the following evening.
Georgia woke up to Jonathan’s alarm clock buzzing. She rolled over sleepily, but Jonathan jumped out of bed and opened the drapes, letting the sunshine stream in over her face.
“You’re welcome to stay if you want,” he said, “but I’ve got to go to work.”
“No, I’ll go,” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She winced as she looked at the white cotton pillowcase, which was now smeared with her black eye makeup. “I’m sorry.”
Jonathan laughed. “The housekeeper’s coming today anyway, she’ll do the laundry. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”
Oh. Of course. She tried to smile to cover the inexplicable disappointment she felt. What did she expect? He obviously wasn’t a virgin. And neither was she.
“Come here so I can unlock you,” he said.
She rolled out of the bed and walked over to him, naked except for the chastity belt. “You don’t have to unlock me.”
He laughed. “I need to check your skin and make sure everything’s okay,” he said as he unlocked the belt and pulled it off her. “After you shower I’ll put it back on you. I told you it was staying on for a week, and I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“Yeah,
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