Kinktober 2023 #11 - Chastity/Reward
Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, bondage, bondage slavery, chastity, Alexa Meyer
It was practically a cliché for someone in Alexa’s line of work to use chastity as a tool. It was a frequent punishment, and the momentous orgasm that came when it ended was the typical reward. But there was a reason it was such a common tactic. Put a fresh catch in charity and they’d sing eventually.
“Please Mistress! Please please pleaspleasepleaseplease PLEASE let me come!”
Alexa made a show of checking her nails, then the gold watch that stood out so nicely against her black skin. She was seated comfortably in her office chair, one leg crossed lazily over another. Today she was wearing a tight gray skirt, a black turtleneck sweater, dark nylons, and relatively practical low heeled, knee high boots. Her micro braids were slung loosely over one shoulder.
She was waited to see if the young woman kneeling before her would say anything else, or if her training would hold true and she would stop after the brief seconds Alexa allowed her to speak.
Her name was Diane. The little bitch was a petite brunette, she had perky tits, a cute button nose, and her hair had been in a cute pixie cut before she was snatched by Alexa’s organization. Right now she was naked, save for the sturdy chastity belt locked around her legs. She wasn’t one of Alexa’s personal captures, but one her people had brought in on a standard club night recruitment. Part of a batch of three other catches who, with the exception of Diana, had all been sold.
“You lied to me, remember slut? It was, oh let me check…” Alexa took a few long seconds to remind herself of the date, enjoying the way her inventory squirmed in place. “…six weeks ago. You promised to be a good girl if you were allowed to come, and then you went back on your word. Not that the word of a silly little slut like you is worth anything, but it was irritating to deal with you thinking you’d pulled a fast one.
“Did you really think you had me fooled, bitch? You think you’re the first person I’ve ever trained to lie to my face?”
Diane’s face went straight to the floor. “No, Mistress.”
“And what did I do when you put that stupid smirk on your face?”
“You… you laughed, Mistress. And then you—you disciplined me. In front of the other slaves.”
“That’s right. They had to see what happened to disobedient bitches when they don’t do what their owners tell them to. You couldn’t sit down for days after you were done. Then I stuck you in chastity. And now you want a reward? For what?”
Diana’s eyes flashed up, alight with desperate hope. “I’ve been a good girl, Mistress. I’ve been obedient, and I’ve done everything I’ve been told in training. I’ve learned my lesson, Mistress!”
Alexa snorted. “You’re a slave, little bitch. You’re supposed to do everything you’re told. You think you deserve a reward for the bare minimum?”
The brunette flung herself to the ground, bowing her head until her forehead touched the floor. “I’ll do anything Mistress!”
Alexa didn’t answer right away. She let the silence linger, hanging in the air until the slave before her was shaking in place.
“Kiss my boots,” Alexa ordered.
Diana did it, scurrying forward to pepper Alexa’s boot with kisses, then again when she switched her legs. No hesitation. She didn’t even look up.
“I’ll tell you what, slave. I’ll take that chastity belt off of you. And then I’ll hand it to you, and you’re going to walk back to the room where all my other inventory is. On your own, with no bondage, no escort, and the chastity belt in hand.
“Once you’re there, you’ll finger yourself to climax. And you’ll moan while you do it, as loud and long as you possibly can, just to let everyone there know how much of a needy, horny little slut you are. I want to hear you all the way back here.
“And then, after you’ve orgasmed and screamed at the top of your lungs… you’ll put that belt back on, and walk back in here so I can lock it for you. Understand?”
She vigorously nodded. “Thank you Mistress, thank you thank you—“
“Shut up. I’m not done.”
Diane shut up.
“If I let you do this, and you are anything less than totally obedient when that belt is back on, I’ll make what I did last time look like a cakewalk. And then I’ll sell you to someone who will never let you come again. Got it?”
“Y-yes. Mistress.”
“Good. Now stand up so I can take the belt off.”
Inside of ten minutes, while watching silently on her security feeds, Alexa heard the faint sounds of lustful screaming and moaning from the direction of the common room where she stored all her sluts.
Alexa smiled. Music to her ears.