Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac
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Chapter 8 - The Secret Revealed, and the Revenge
When I arrived at Sonja's, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She was
wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black paten leather
thigh high boots. The boots came up to about two inches below her skirt, and I
could see from the skin exposed that she was not wearing panty hose. "Did I
come at a bad time?", I asked. I didn't want to piss her off, so I decided to
be on my best behavior. "No, no, come inside" she replied. She led me into the
living room, and we sat on the couch. "Where's Bill?" I asked. "He's out of
town on business this weekend, we're all alone" she replied. "Why are you
dressed like that, are you going out tonight?" I asked, puzzled at her
intentions. "Maybe", she replied. "Well, you told me to come back Saturday
night for sex, and so here I am. I brought my favorite toy and I have been
really looking forward to this" I said in an excited tone.
"Well... First we need to talk" she said in a mischievous voice, "I don't know
if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital problems. He
cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been unable to forgive him
for it. We haven't had sex since then and, honestly, I am only still with him
for the financial support". "Oh my God Sonja, I'm so sorry to hear that", I
gasped. "It's okay Cindy, it really isn't as much of a loss as you might think.
Before we were married, the sex was okay, but after a couple of years of
marriage, things began to change. I don't know if I have ever told you this, but
the only way I can have an orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don't
even like vaginal intercourse - it hurts me - and I only let my husband fuck me
for his pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out
before he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage he wouldn't even do
that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?"
"Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed to
love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another woman is
disgusting" I replied. She answered "Well, I don't think I was ever really a
lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men won't go down on a
woman, and even the ones that did could never do as good of a job as any woman
who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a woman's mouth. They know what
feels good, so they know how to make me feel good. I didn't like returning the
favor, but I knew that if I didn't they would never eat me again. It was
disgusting, but I ate them so they would eat me."
"What has this got to do with me?" I nervously asked. She answered "Well, I'm
getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I know that
he had it with you." All the blood drained out of my face. What she said was
true, but I just couldn't believe that she knew. "No Sonja, that's just not
true" I pleaded. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore" she said calmly, "I
followed him to your little meeting place. That was when I vowed to get you
back. I didn't know then how I was going to do it, but now I do." My heart was
beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared. I was afraid of what she had in
mind, but I didn't want to think about it. She continued, "I know you fucked him
at least 20 times, and you are going to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for
each time you fucked him. You are going to get so used to eating my little cunt
that you will dream of it in your sleep." "Give me my keys, right now" I
demanded in a firm voice.
"Shut the fuck up and listen you whore", she sneered back. "You can't make do
this. I won't do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with you." I
said. She replied "True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty pussy or yours
again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I tell you to do it." I
replied "Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go to the police." "You can do
that if you want, but let me show you something first", she replied. She reached
over and picked up the remote control for the television. She turned on the
television and then pressed play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV
shocked me. It was me, on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like
the end of the world was coming. "You taped me?" I asked. "It sure looks that
way, and if you don't want this to go to everyone you know - your friends, your
coworkers, your boss, and your parents - you won't go to the police, and you
won't try to remove the belt. Understood?" she asked. I was caught. I couldn't
live with myself if my family saw that tape. I knew I had no choice but to
cooperate. "What about the contract?" I asked, "You agreed to let me out of the
chastity belt once a week to have sex. You have never been a liar, aren't you
going to honor your word?"
"Well Cindy" she replied, "I will honor the contract, but re-read the contract.
It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that you can have
sex at lease once a week, but it doesn't say that you will be released to have
sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will remove your belt for 30
minutes once each week." "Well, what about the orgasm? How am I supposed to
have an orgasm with that damn belt on?" I demanded. Sonja smugly replied "It
said that you could have sex through stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm
is achieved, if you wanted. It didn't say what kind of sex or who's clit was
going to get stimulated. I, unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex.
If you want, you can have sex, in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at
least once a week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure
yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before you
will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours."
I began to cry. "Sonja, you can't do this, you just can't" I begged. "Oh, I
can, and I will" she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her sexual
excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her tremendously.
"This is how the game works", she continued "You will be held in that belt at
least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that's 100 for every one that you
gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you are an obedient little slave, I
might allow you buy an orgasm for yourself by selling me back ten of mine. For
example, if you have tongue fucked me 20 times, you only owe me 1980 more
orgasms. If you have done a good job and I choose to allow you to pleasure
yourself, it will cost you ten of the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe
me 1990 orgasms." At that, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal
that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large
mound of pubic hair above it. It was also very wet.
"Get on your knees" she demanded. "I'm not touching that" I replied. "Fine,
then get the fuck out of my house, and don't come back until you have learned to
respect my orders" she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged
me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I laid there, on the ground
sobbing. I couldn't believe that this was happening. This time, I left before
the doorman could get there. I went home and cried. I tried like hell to get
that damn belt off. I tried to pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the
movies, but it was useless. I had to feel my pussy, but I couldn't. I hated
Sonja for what she was doing. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke.
Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me today. I
called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one question: "Are you
ready to obey my orders?" I said "Sonja, can't we talk about this? Will you
please let me out of this belt?" Sonja replied by simply repeating "Are you
ready to obey my orders?" I pleaded "Sonja, please. I can't do that, I just
can't. I'm not gay and I don't think I could bring myself to do what you have
asked me to do." The phone went dead - that bitch had just hung up on me.
I seriously considered calling her back and telling her that I would do it, but
I just couldn't. I am not gay and I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman
in an intimate way.
