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Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac

Chapter 5 The Week Long Belting

Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac
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Chapter 5 - The Week Long Belting

About an hour after she left, I was  more horny than I had ever been in my
entire life. My clit ached to be touched  and my pussy yearned to be filled. I
decided to try again to defeat the belt. I  removed my clothes and laid down on
my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I  could, and tried to fit any finger
underneath the front shield. It was no use.  Next, flipped over on my bed, got
on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried  to reach my pussy from behind. I
couldn't get my finger in far enough to do any  good. I knew I could touch my
anus, so I began to wonder if I could make myself  orgasm by rubbing my anus. I
got a little baby oil and put it on my asshole,  then began to rub it with my
finger. After 45 minutes of rubbing my asshole, my  pussy was soaking wet with
excitement, I was very stimulated, but I wasn't close  to reaching an orgasm. I
tried to rub my nipples with the baby oil, but again I  was unable to reach
orgasm. I was so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed 
over to Sonja's.

Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not made  it
home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in and showed  me
into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch. Bill said that he 
was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved that I would be able to 
talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke. "Sonja, I've made a terrible 
mistake; you have to give me the keys back." "Why?" she asked. "I can't make it 
a whole week. I just can't do it. I have to get this off of me tonight!" I said. 
She said "A deal is a deal. Cindy, this is what you agreed to; this is what you 
wanted. If I gave you back the keys, you and I both know that you would just 
regret it tomorrow." "Listen", I said, " I have to cum. Just let me out for 
twenty minutes; I'll go into the bathroom and take care of it." "Cindy, my 
husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I just 
can't let you out tonight" she said. "But... You have to. I just can't wait" I 
pleaded. "No, and that's my final decision." she said. Completely discouraged 
and unbelievably frustrated, I left. I cried all the way home.

That night, I didn't sleep for hours. I couldn't stop thinking about the cold 
steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than anything in 
the world - no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than anything. I kept 
reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would somehow be able to touch my 
sex; I couldn't. This was the first time since I was fourteen that I didn't have 
at least one orgasm before I went to sleep. The next morning, I got up and went 
to work. At work, I could barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn't 
think about anything except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so 
bad that it was tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja's right after 
work, before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an 
eternity, but five o'clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to 
Sonja's.

Sonja answered the door. "Sonja", I said, "You have to unlock me. I have to  get
this belt off. I have to cum." She replied, "Cindy, don't you remember  agreeing
to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don't you?" "Well... Yes...  But..." I
mumbled. "Well...", she interrupted, "This is my decision. The belt  stays
locked." "LISTEN, YOU BITCH", I shouted, "LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED  BELT
RIGHT NOW!" I immediately regretted what I said. Sonja looked shocked. She 
could see that I was desperate. She sighed, and agreed to release me. She said 
"I will open the shield, but the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield 
off for thirty minutes, then I am locking it back on you. You can have some 
privacy in my bedroom. That's the most I am willing to do." Relieved, I accepted 
her terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my 
need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her. She 
excused herself, and went into the other room to get the key. She came back and 
unlocked the lock, pulled the front shield clear of the waistband, and the 
locked the waistband back on me. I excused myself into the bedroom and quickly 
closed the door.

Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn't wait to "take 
care of business". I only wished that I had thought to bring my vibrator; oh 
well, my fingers would have to do. Laying on the bed with the front shield 
hanging between my legs was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't 
going to complain. I reached down between my legs and was delighted to feel my 
cunt. I slid two fingers from my left hand into my pussy, and used two fingers 
from my right hand to rub my soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost 
immediately. I was convinced that Sonja could hear me in the other room but I 
didn't care. I came one more time, and was building up to what felt like was 
going to be a huge orgasm when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, 
legs spread, with two fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so 
close to orgasm, but as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the 
covers. I was so embarrassed that she had seen me that way.

"Thirty minutes is up", she said. "Ok, I just need a few more minutes", I 
replied, hoping that she would agree. "Cindy, a deal is a deal. Pull the front 
shield back up", she demanded. "I was just about to cum. I was so close. I have 
to finish", I pleaded. "You came twice; I could hear you all the way in living 
room. Pull the front shield up NOW!" she insisted. I knew it was no use, so I 
reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield up. She unlocked the lock, 
secured the front shield, and locked the lock back in place. After she was 
convinced that the lock was properly secured, she left the room and allowed me 
to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving her apartment, I thanked her for 
releasing me and apologized for leaving a wet spot on her bed spread. She told 
me that this was the only time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if 
I convinced her once, I could do it again - she's always been sort of a 
pushover. I went home and slept much better that night.

The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to  Sonja's
that night, and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This became my  routine
that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja's, and each day she caved in  and
released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I was pleased with myself  for
not having had sex with a man the entire week. That was the first week since  I
was sixteen that I had not been laid at least once in a week. I felt a real 
since of satisfaction, even though I knew that the belt was the only reason why 
I hadn't tried to get laid. On the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to 
Sonja's to be released from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was 
up. With a disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. "What's 
wrong?", I asked. "You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You 
learned nothing, and you accomplished nothing" she announced. "What do you mean, 
nothing? I haven't had sex for a whole week...", I reasoned. "Only because you 
were locked in this. You have no willpower whatsoever. Never again ask me to 
hold your keys", she blurted out. I couldn't believe she felt that way, but I 
didn't want to argue with her about it right now. I wanted to get that damn belt 
off so I could go get laid. She handed me the keys; I thanked her and then left. 
I rushed home, tore off the belt, and fucked myself with my favorite vibrator to 
two orgasms. After that, I got dressed up and went out for a night on the town, 
without the belt.

That weekend, I fucked more men that I can count. I know I slept with at  least
eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt more  empty
and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the belt hadn't 
helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer; I just didn't 
know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys again.



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