Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac
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Chapter 2 - The Fitting
The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was
wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, "We'll never get
an accurate measurement of you in that!" I decided to change into some spandex
tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her from getting an
accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I have seldom had a
problem being naked in front of a man, I have always felt uncomfortable about
being naked in front of other women, even my best friend. She assured me that
this was the only way, and so I reluctantly agreed. I removed my blue jeans and
noticed that, much to my embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my
excitement. I hoped that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get
the wrong idea and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the
thought of being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said,
with an evil grin, "I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much."
I tried to explain to her that it wasn't how it seemed, but I don't think she
believed me. I removed my panties, and tried not to think about it as I allowed
another woman's hands to explore my most intimate areas. "Raise your hands over
your head - it will make your waist smaller", she said. I did as she told me to.
Using a paper template, she measured my waist and the distance from the front of
my waist, down across my pussy, around the crack of my ass, and back up to the
back of my waist. I complained that she was measuring too tightly, but she
assured me that she was measuring the way the instructions said to. After she
was finished, I put back on my clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I
couldn't help but notice that her face was very flushed and her nipples were
erect. She had experimented with lesbian relationships before she got married,
but I hadn't suspected until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I
was so turned on by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn't pull
my pants and panties off fast enough. I masturbated so many times that night
that it made my clit sore.
The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of weeks
waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks were a blur.
There was man after man. I seemed to be on an even stronger pace than ever. The
thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made me more horny than I have
ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be fucked again. After two weeks
of this, the belt arrived.
