The professional, chapter two.
Finally it was the day I would see my dom again. The first few days I was so annoyed at this man. He had locked my pleasure away. I kept reaching down and my hand would meet metal. I picked up my phone many times to text red to that number he gave me. Once I had it all the way typed in. But I didn’t press send.
It had only been 2 days at the time. Even though I didn’t know him long and I thought I didn’t care what he thought of me, I didn’t want to let him down. I didn’t want him to think I was some weekling that couldn’t go three days without touch.
Besides I had gone three days before I told myself. I was sure I’d even gone a week or two probably without even realizing it. I was certain I didn’t mastrobate EVERY week. Certainly not every day.
By the end of the first week I was in denial. I didn’t believe this belt could keep me from orgasm. I tried everything though, and nothing was working. My strongest vibraters pressed into the metal didn’t get me off. Sure I felt vibration in my skin but that wasn’t sexual at all, I needed more. I tried water shooting it up into my belt. I saw online women could come from that. But it didn’t work for me. I even tried to play with my butt to my embarrassment. But even that didn’t do anything to get me off.
The whole second week I was desperate. I texted many things to that number he gave me. How horny I was. How much I needed release. How much I needed touch. All I got in response was a generic text that read: “that is not your safe word. Your safe word is red.”
But it was finally the day I would see my don again. Huh when did I start thinking of him as my dom? I didn’t know. I was so excited to come.
After work I drove to his playhouse, he preferred that term to office according to the website.
When we got there we talked for a bit, all serious stuff. Did the belt fit ok, any red spots or irritation, was real life going ok, was the belt interfering with my real life. I told him it was all fine and I couldn’t wait to be played with again, I had wanted to come for two weeks now and I was so ready for our session.
He laughed and said, “Well I guess that’s my clue to get started.”
He took me to the bedroom place again, this time taking off my clothing himself, then tying my hands to ropes hanging from the cealing. I was nakid but for my steel underwear. He went to a safe hanging in the wall and used his finger print to open it. Inside where rows of keys, all with personal touches, I saw a crystal on one keychain and a little animal figurine on another. One had a dice on a chain hanging off it, another a little feather. I saw a pink pompom and something that looked like a locket. Each one had a little pink ribbon hanging from the keychain, when a girls name embroidered in white. He saw me looking and posed with his arms extended above and below it like a artist showing off his latest work.
“My collection!” He proclaimed.
I laughed, and he picked my key out of the safe. He walked back to me, and knelt at my feet, then unlocked my belt. It felt like a very intimate moment, as strange as that may sound.
He slid the belt off me, and put it on the bed. He told me to spread my legs, and he tied me in posstion, spread eagle in the middle of the room. 
He started to rub my clit, quickly bringing me to the edge. Immediately I started begging to come. He took his hand away. I kept begging. “Please sir. It’s been two weeks. I couldn’t even touch. I tried everything. Please!!!”
He put his hand back and started rubbing my clit again. I was so glad my begging had worked I needed this. He held me at that edge a little longer ok it was going on a really long time why wouldn’t he just let me come already. I started begging again and again he stopped. I cried out in frustration. No words just utter need.
He put his hand back and brought me back to the edge in seconds. He kept me there for a long time but I think I understood his game now. As soon as I begged, he stopped. I just had to hold out long enough and he would let me come.
My eyes had closed. I was making so much noise. I never used to make noise. But being held here so long without release was killing me. Without even thinking about it I started begging again and instantly his hands where gone. I started begging for his hands back on my body. I needed his touch.
“Not so fast.” He said, “I know you tried to defeat the belt. Everyone trys. If someone does defeat it I improve the belt so that no other girl can figure it out and exploit it. Did you defeat the belt?”
“But you tried. Tell me what you tried. And I’ll keep touching you.”
So I did. I told him everything. I tried not to tell him I played with my bum but he knew I was hiding something. And he got it out of me. Every time I begged to come he stopped touching me for a while. He’d rub my nipples instead, or push my hair behind my ears.
And before I knew it our time was up. He slipped two glass balls into my pussy and locked me back up, the whole time I was throwing a fit because he didn’t make me come. He just sat on the bed after locking me up and putting my key in the safe, watching me struggle and rage.
“If you stop complaining, I’ll let you come next time,” he lightheartedly said.
“Leave me an honest review,” he told me. “Write how these first two visits went. Be entirely honest, but leave out any mention of the chastity. You can say anything you want about not having permission to touch yourself, because that’s true. But don’t mention the chastity. I’ll read the review, and as long as it is honest and doesn’t mention chastity I’ll let you come. It can be negative, I will still let you come. But somehow I doubt it will be. I have yet to get one negative review from someone who made it to their second appointment.”
I agreed to write him a review. Why wouldn’t I? I wanted to come.
“Let’s schedule your next appointment.” He said.
I interrupted him. “How about this Saturday?” I asked.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “I was thinking two weeks from now. Same time, same day of the week. Does that work with your schedule? If not we can do it later but no earlier.”
“It works...” I grumbled.
“Good.” He said with a bright cheery smile. He untied me, and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you came back for a second appointment. Hopefully you will be mine for a long time.”
I found that I was hoping that too, even though he was evil and cruel and making me go another two weeks without orgasm. I went home 1000 times more horny then I was this morning. And with two more weeks to go. But I couldn’t text the word red I didn’t want to. I wanted to come the right way, not by my hand but by his. I wanted to be owned, controled and he was fully owning and controlling me. And I had balls in my pussy. I knew he had put them in but I couldn’t feel them. I loved knowing they where there though. It made me feel all the more naughty and turned on.
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