Kiki's Chastity Belt

Every day that Kiki comes home from school, her father would be there to greet her. Taking her by the hand he would lead her into the house, and to any of the neighbors looking on there wouldn’t have been a single thing out of place at all. Once the door closed behind her though with the lock twisted shut, that was when her troubles would start.

“Present,” said her father.

A moment passed as he looked down at her, and standing there in front of him Kiki would say nothing as the silence stretched on. But slowly, ever so slowly she would reach over for the edges of her skirt, and then standing there with the top half of her legs laid bare she would carefully take off her panties to reveal the metal surface of her chastity belt. It was a ritual they had gone through ever since she turned eighteen, and after an entire sixteen months of doing so she was almost used to it by now.

Well, sort of. Almost being the key word here. Sure, she had gone through the process at least a hundred times before, and could practically do so with her eyes squeezed shut. But no matter how hard she tried, she would never get used to the feeling of her father’s hand as it slowly trailed up the inside of her leg to tap against the surface of the belt. And as it grew closer and closer to that special little place between her legs that she wasn’t supposed to touch…

“Ready?” he said.

Biting down on her lips, Kiki forced herself to look up. There was a spot on the wall across from her, and she found it now. It wasn’t very big, just the slightest hint of a blemish barely larger than the size of a quarter, but that was more than enough. Or at least enough to keep her focused on it as her father moved his hand against her leg again, and as the next couple minutes slipped on by she would stare and stare and stare at it as if there was nothing else that mattered.

Down below though, there was an entirely different story going on. First came the visual inspection, her father's eyes narrowing as he examined every last inch of her crotch. His fingers traced over the outer edges of her thigh where the metal lined up with her skin, and there was a brief moment of tension as he tried to slip his fingernail under. Then, satisfied with the results, he would move his hand a millimeter to the side to repeat the exact same thing, and it was only after another thousand or so tests that he would lift his arm away as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

That didn’t mean the inspection was over just yet, however, and it was with a sinking feeling in her stomach that Kiki felt him stand back up.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice flat.

Kiki pivoted slowly, her gaze still fixed on the blemish until it slipped out of sight. What she would give to have it back in her view. It hardly seemed to matter in the next moment though her father reached over to place his hand against her shoulders, and slowly she allowed herself to be bent over at the waist with the back of her skirt lifted up.

"Any problems at school today?" he asked.

It was the same question he always had, and biting down on her lips she felt him searching for the backstrap of the belt. The metal had warmed a little against her throughout the day, but now it felt cold again as if it was tighter than usual.

"No, Father," she mumbled.

“And what about your assignments?” he said. He gave her another moment to answer, “Have you been completing them lately?”

“I have, Father,” she said.

“And those books you’re not allowed to read?” he said.

“I stay away from the library, Father,” she said.

That wasn’t nearly enough to rescue her though as he gave her one last stroke between her legs, and as he reached over to spread her cheeks apart so that there was nothing left to cover her second most intimate place as a girl…

“Then I hope you won’t mind if I check back here,” he said, as if there was nothing else to say on the matter. Which there really wasn’t. Especially as his hand pressed downward for the second time in a row, and it was only through an entire year of experience that Kiki managed to keep her voice under control. Only just barely though as he started to push against the very center of her anus, and the fullness that followed was beyond anything she had ever been through. Almost as if she was being invaded in a place where nature never intended, and against the shame rising up inside it was all she could do to keep herself still.

Was this it, she thought. Was this the time that she would finally be allowed to go over? The fact that she was still a virgin, and that it had been well over two and a half months since her last ruined release didn’t help at all with the mood.

The noise was quickly driven away though as the tip of his finger made it all the way inside, and then it was just a matter of waiting for the rest of the inspection to be over. If it ever was that is. Her father seemed to take longer than usual today as if he was looking for something specific, and she grit her teeth in turn. Bother it all. Why did he always have to go so slowly? In and out the movement went like the constant thrusting of a piston, and all the while there was nothing she could do but stand there with her hands braced against the door. And against the awful sense of frustration rising up inside, she was almost grateful for the break as he stopped halfway through.

"Tight as usual," said her father, "Looks like you finally learned how to keep your fingers out from underneath the covers.”

“Yes, Father,” said Kiki dully.

“And considering what a wonderful job you’ve done so far,” he continued, as if leading her on, “I assume I won’t have to check your other place down here too?”

There was a brief pause before she answered, and this time when she did so there was just the slightest hint of a tremor. And not in the least because his other hand was currently rubbing over the surface of her chastity belt where her vagina was. Biting down on her lips, Kiki tried not to whine. Was it a trick question? Hopefully, her father hadn’t noticed the movement of her muscles around his finger.

“No, Father,” she said quietly, “I’ve been keeping it dry and clean.”

“Completely dry?” he said.

“Yes, Father,” she said, “The way I’m supposed to.”

Though whether it was currently dry right now was an entirely different matter, and turning her head forward again she tried in vain again to keep herself still. Her heart pounded away in her chest, and she quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to overflow. Showing such weakness would only lead to even more questions, and maybe this time she wouldn’t have the luxury of just his fingers shoved up her rear hole.

Dimly she tried not to think back to the last time she had been punished in such a way. The memory rose up inside her head, and she swallowed in turn. After seeing the results of her report card her father had bent her over his lap, and it had taken her an entire week afterwards to recover from the spanking that followed. And that wasn’t even mentioning the training plug he made her wear the very next day to school. She couldn't sit properly the entire time, and the worst part wasn't even the pain. It was the humiliation of having to stand there in front of her friends as the teacher called her up to the board, all while her legs were pressed together so that they couldn’t see the toy sticking out from underneath her skirt.

But regardless. That had been several weeks ago, and for now it looked like she was still safe. The fingers inside her moved a couple more times against her anus before sliding back out, and she let out a sigh of relief at the emptiness that replaced it. They were finished at last, or at least for today. Now there was just one last step that remained before she could go back to her room.

“Kneel down,” said her father.

He looked over at her as she complied. Her knees hit the hardwood floor with her skirt still bunched up against her waist, and carefully she lowered her gaze. He didn’t like it when she looked up at him. Especially as the sound of a zipper filled the air, and she winced as something stiff hit her a moment later across her face.

This was it, she thought. This was the last part of their daily ritual, and the final proof of her obedience.

"Open," he said.

Slowly, Kiki parted her lips. Already, her mind was retreating to the distant place she always went, and blinking her eyes she turned to focus on the floor. And rising up in response, the soft lines of the wood seemed to come alive in front of her as they twisted and turned. Wait, had she seen that one before? How interesting. She didn’t remember anything quite like the pattern. Anything to distract her from the feeling in her mouth, and she tried not to gag against the bitterness of the aftertaste that threatened to overwhelm her. Even as her father reached over to grip the back of her head with his fingers running through her hair, and all the while she kept her hands safely by her side as he forced her to use her tongue.

Lick, lick, lick…

“That’s it,” he murmured, “That’s my girl…”

In return, Kiki said nothing as she continued to breathe through her nose. It wouldn’t do her any good now to hit him with her teeth. She would only be punished again if she did, and she opened her mouth a little wider against the risk of another spanking bent over the edge of the couch. And possibly even worse, a delay of her next release she had been looking forward to for so long.

Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about it too much. It had been an entire two and a half months since her last ruined orgasm, and the next chance she had wouldn’t be for another while. Meaning that she still had several weeks left to go, and even the slightest mistake would extend it by at least a couple more. That would be no fun. An entire semester spent with her clit locked away, and nothing to look forward to but the endless frustrations of her dreams as her fingers pulled uselessly at her chastity belt.

But oh well. Not that there was anything she could do about it for now. Between her legs her walls let out a twitch, and curling her fingers together she did nothing as the wetness continued to gather. The less she thought about such things the better off she was. And so moving her head back and forth against the thickness in her mouth, she tried to focus her energy instead on figuring out whether he had enough stamina left over to bend her over for another round.

Hopefully not, she thought, or she would be going to bed tonight with her bottom feeling rather sore. And also potentially stuffed full of his seed as it slowly leaked out. Just the thought of it made her clench up inside, and the feeling wasn’t helped at all as her father pulled her even more. He was starting to get close now, and against the frustration building up between her legs there was nothing she could do but try and finish him off before she passed out.

Lick, lick, lick…

“That’s it,” he groaned, “Keep sucking, just like that…”

A minute later, the efforts of her tongue finally paid off. The results were immediate as he ejaculated against the back of her throat. Stream after stream of sticky white substance flew against her teeth, and closing her eyes she forced herself to swallow. Not that she had any other choice as he continued to keep himself pressed against her, and it was only after he was satisfied with his climax that he pulled back out of her mouth.

“Open,” he said again.

Kiki opened her lips. There was nothing left remaining, just as she had been taught. Another moment passed like that as he examined her work, and then with one final wave from her father she slowly stood back up.

It was over, she thought, it was over at last. Carefully she watched him turn back to his office, and letting out a sigh of relief she reached over for her panties before pulling them up. The inspection was finally at an end, and she had even gotten away with just using her mouth. Whether it would be the same thing for her tomorrow though was hard to tell. Not that she really could. There was only one way to find out, and so it was probably for the best if she didn’t think about it in the meantime for now.

Gathering up her things, Kiki slowly made her way over to her room. Her clit let out a throb, and pushing it aside she sat down at her desk to take out her homework. Despite her best efforts to ignore it though, a small voice in her head was already counting down the number of hours she had left before she would have to do it all over from the start. And maybe this time, it whispered, she wouldn’t be so lucky when it came to the movement of his fingers in and out of her butt.

But who knows. Against the prospect of another punishment, only the passage of time will tell whether she'll make it through the next session bent over in the living room with the back of her skirt lifted upward and her legs spread apart.