The belt, in its continued denial, must have augmented my horniness tenfold. I came like an avalanche, and I had to literally force my mouth shut not to bring the police in the room.
As I slid down from his flaccid manhood, I felt spent and breathless. In a sort of stupor I stepped out of the shower, rolled myself in a large towel and, after a few steps, collapsed on my bed.
I must have dozed off, when I opened my eyes, I saw Lyll snoring in Dawn’s bed.
He had a towel around him. In the light from the bathroom, I finally spied his body.
Slim but muscular, I was surprised by the way he had handled me under the shower. I’m definitely not tiny.
Then I thought about what we had done, about the pent-up desire that forced me to go down on him in that feral way.
Was it me, or was it the belt?
In those days of exploration, I understood that the more something is taken away from you, more is the wanting toward that same thing.
It heightens the desire, to a level that I had never experienced before.
I returned to sleep, after all I had a full day of work ahead, and then I would have to prepare all the merchandise for shipping and it did not seem like an easy job.
But still I had doubts regarding all the things I had discovered about myself.
We went to breakfast without saying a word about the night before. Then, suddenly, Lyll thanked me because I was there for him, at the police station.
I jokingly retorted that, as a matter of fact, I did not have any other choice, and then said that he would have to pay for that.
“What do you have in mind, Monica?”
Well, I did not know what I had in mind at that point, but I was sure that something would come up to my mind.
As we prepared for the exhibition, I donned the catsuit I had on the first day, and left all Lyll’s devices in the room, picked up the keys and went on the floor to open shop.
He came down in jeans and t-shirts that underlined his muscular frame.
The one day blond beard on his face made him even prettier.
And, on top of that, sex was even good. So there might be something to work on. As I was thinking about this, some memories of the things I did withStephanie came to mind. And it all seemed so complicated and difficult.
Was I a lesbian? A bisexual? Or simply a horny nymphomaniac?
I forced these mumblings aside for the time being, as I surveyed the stand. On one of the rafters there still was the chain that Dawn had used to lock me there the day before.
Lyll was looking at my catsuit, while I was pulling those chains down.
“Seeing something interesting, sir?”
As if caught in a reverie, he just smiled and responded.
“I’m just thinking that there is something missing with your outfit.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Let me see if a friend of mine has something for you. See you later.”
And he went out as the first guest came to ask for Markus’ creations.
In fifteen minutes he came back with a bundle of latex in his hands.
Once I was free, he started to put something on my midriff. I recognized a corset. I let Lyll close the front busks, adjusting my breasts, while he was busy with the back.
As the thing tightened like a vice around my body, I saw that my boobs were amazing and that it enhanced my body curves.
He had chosen a corset in electric blue, and it was on point with the black catsuit I was wearing.
He finished and I felt very stiff, but also very powerful. The corset held my back straight up, forcing me not to slouch.
After a while, it was not a hindrance, I did not feel it anymore. Well, I felt constricted, but rapidly devised a way to move forward and to maneuver into the stall.
“Not bad, do you like it?” He asked, perusing his work.
“Well, yes. But we have to think about your punishment. Remember?”
With my hands, I made the gesture to go into the backroom.
As he went, I turned to Markus creations. After a brief search, I found something for the picture I had in my mind.
Back into the room, I ordered him to strip and then I placed on the little table what I wanted him to wear.
“You sure?”
“Yes, are you willing to play?”
He thought about it for a second then he said: “Yes.”
“Go on, then.”
The first thing I got was a male chastity belt, Dawn had explained the use, but we did not have the chance to put it on someone. Obviously Lyll recognised the thing and started to put it on.
There are little differences between the male and the female model, the most interesting one being the penis tube.
It is a tube curved down, and I suspect it would cause a big discomfort in case of an erection, because it forces the thing to stay down and to stay put.
Then I put a latex hood on him, the only opening was for the mouth. Where the eyes should be, there were just a myriad of little holes, so he could see, but he could not be seen.
Then, I saw him put a harness gag just on top of the hood. He was definitely more expert than me dealing with straps and buckles.
Finally, I showed him the real piece de la resistance. Dawn had used it on the first day on a willing man, and it had intrigued me to no end.
Basically it is a metal ring, two foot in diameter, very solid and sturdy. You make the subject sit in it and push it up until it is like he is seated in a hollow chair, slightly crouched. On the ring there are two holes, opposite, and through them a metal pole is inserted to block the sub in place.