Tormented

She nodded. “I’ll only call you if it’s an emergency, which there won’t be any.”

He half expected her to wink at him. She motioned for her two assistants to follow her out the door.

After she’d left, he looked back at the livestream app. Kimani had stopped wriggling and had tensed her body from top to bottom. He reached for the remote on the counter and turned the vibrator down. She sighed in relief. But given what he had in mind, she might prefer to have come against his wishes.

As he finished his glass of water, he watched her struggle to keep her orgasm at bay. Even at a low intensity, the vibrator was having its intended effect.

On him, too. His erection pressed against his clothes. She was so bloody hot with her curvy hips and smooth belly. That ball gag looked marvelous on her, too. He wanted to cancel the meeting with Dawson and spend the day fucking her and making her come a hundred different ways.

When it looked like she was having a tough time again, he went into the playroom. Like a fish on a hook, she wriggled sporadically in one direction, then another. He turned off the vibrator and watched as her brow slowly smoothed, her chest heaving as she drew air in carefully, as if the wrong breath might set off an orgasm. A bit of drool trickled past the ball gag. It was fucking sexy.

Ignoring the warmth flaring in his body, he unwrapped the bondage tape and removed the vibrator. She shivered. He wanted to touch her and feel her wet arousal on his fingers, but he wasn’t sure he could stop if he started.

Setting aside the tape and vibrator, he took her ankles and attached each to opposite cuffs at the bottom of the bondage frame, stretching her legs.

Now came the wicked part.

From the dresser, he pulled out a steel chastity belt with rubber trim. This one was adjustable and had cost nearly a thousand dollars, which was nowhere near the twenty thousand dollars someone had paid South African goldsmith Uwe Koetter to create one with pearl and gold.

Ben hadn’t used this particular chastity belt on anyone before, and he was excited that Kimani would be breaking it in. He adjusted the crotch strap to match her size. She jumped when he fit the belt over her hips. Unlike many chastity belts, the plates on this one didn’t extend over the arse. Instead, the back mimicked a thong with an opening at the anus.

Knowing by now what was happening, she shook her head and made protesting sounds against the ball gag. She struggled but the cuffs held her in place. He locked the belt, then removed the nipple clamps and ball gag. The blindfold came off last.

“Since you won’t be coming to the meeting, you get to wear this while I’m gone,” he explained as he rubbed the crotch strap. She could grind her pussy against rock and not feel a thing. “Wouldn’t want you getting off without me.”

Nothing but pure mortification radiated from her eyes “You’re leaving me tied here? What if I need to pee?!”

“I’m going to release you. And there are a few holes down here to allow urine to pass through.”

“And how am I going to wipe myself?”

“You’ll have to drip dry.”

She returned a look of disgust. “How long am I to wear this thing?”

“Until I get back.”

“When will that be?”

“At least two hours.”

She looked crestfallen.

“Change your mind about the meeting?” he asked, not sure if he hoped she would or not. He wanted her company, but he was also excited for her to wear the belt.

“No,” she said with surprising resolution. “I’ll wear the belt.

”

“You sure?”

She looked away and grumbled, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He undid the cuffs from her ankles and wrist. “You can get dressed now. The clothes are out in the living area.”

She stared down at the chastity belt, still in a little bit of shock. “You’ve had this thing cleaned before, right?”

“Consider yourself special. You’re the first one in it.”