Kiki's Chastity Belt

Inspections weren’t the only thing that Kiki had to go through at the house. There were also the various spanking punishments she had to suffer through as well, and it wasn’t an uncommon sight to see her bent over her father’s lap with her panties pulled halfway down. But even worse than that was the dreaded Purity Assessment that took place at the end of every other month, and the process was always the same no matter how awful it felt. Well, most of it at any rate. Her father always liked to throw in an extra surprise or two at the end to keep her on her toes.

But that part isn’t really important right now. The important part is what comes next. Namely that today was Saturday which meant that it was finally time for the ordeal, and standing there in the middle of her room Kiki slowly reached over to take off her clothes. One by one, her garments fell to the floor as she undressed. First her shirt followed by her socks, and then her skirt along with her panties until the only thing left was the dull metal shield of her chastity belt. A split second passed as she stood there, and then with her father still looking on from the side, she carefully walked over to lie on top of her bed with her legs spread apart.

It was the same stance she always took every time he called her up to her room. Knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped underneath, and not a single emotion on her face to betray her overwhelming sense of dread of what was to come. Though no matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to stop the trembling in her stomach as her father stepped closer. Already, he was wearing his favorite pair of latex gloves today, and she slowly bit down on her lips as he approached.

"Ready?” he said.

“Yes, Father,” mumbled Kiki.

“Good,” he said, “Remember to stay still. The more you relax for me, the quicker it’ll be over.”

As simple as he made it sound though, it was easier said than done. He smiled as he looked down, and she swallowed hard against the tension in the air. In times like these, she thought, it was better not to think about the shame of being exposed. Especially as he reached over to slide the key into the lock, and a moment later there was the world’s tiniest click. Though after an entire two and a half months of denial, the sound was closer to that of a freight train as the front of the chastity belt finally came off.

“Ah-…,” said Kiki.

Immediately, she clamped her hand over her mouth. The softness of the temperature hit her suddenly exposed core, and she tried everything she could to keep herself still. Just by lying there naked it was like her sensitivity had increased a thousand times over, and already she was tempted to reach down with her fingers. Just a little couldn’t hurt now, could it? A single teasing stroke was all she needed, and it wouldn’t take much to push herself over.

Only that as much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t. Desperately, she curled her hands together into a fist. There was no way she would be able to get away with it under the careful gaze of her father, and so turning her head to the side she forced herself to stare up instead at the ceiling of the room. There was another spot waiting for her there similar to the one above the door, and she swallowed hard as her eyes passed over the mark. Hopefully if she focused on it hard enough, she might even be able to pretend that she wasn’t lying there with every last inch of her body on display and her father looking down at her.

The plan soon fell apart though as he moved his fingers over the very edge of her labia, and immediately it was as if her head went blank. Oh god. When was the last time she had something touching her vagina like this down there? Not since an entire two and a half months ago during her last ruined release, and after an entire fourteen weeks of denial it was all she could do to keep herself quiet as she bit her lips.

"Stay still," her father commanded.

“I-…,” gasped Kiki, “I can’t-…”

"I said stay still," he repeated, “Or you know what’s going to happen.”

His hand lifted upward to descend upon her thigh, and she cried out at the pain. Smack, smack, smack they went with each one landing just to the side of her crotch, and she squirmed as the blows continued to sound out against her skin. Though even underneath the red-hot sting of impacts the shame of her arousal continued to linger, and as his fingers started to creep back towards her privates again it took her everything she had to keep her legs from lifting up into the air.

Kiki whined again. It was like standing in front of a boulder as it rolled towards her face. One inch at a time as it gradually moved closer, and all the while there was nothing she could do but lie there with her body on display. And then the moment his fingers made contact with the outer edges of her labia before moving them aside so that there was nothing left to cover the pinkness of her desperately virgin slit…

“Hymen seems to be intact,” said her father, his voice cutting through the haze.

He spread her apart a little more before sliding the very tip of his finger inside, and the feeling was like a stab of frustration deep inside her loins. Especially as he found the delicate little membrane that was the proof of her innocence, and she let out another sob of despair at the shame. Oh, how she longed to push her hips upward so that it slid all the way in. Anything to comfort the emptiness building up inside, all while her clit cried out from its hiding place at the top of her slit.

Please, it seemed to beg. Just one little stroke and that would be it. One little push to send her off, and then she would finally be able to experience the orgasm she had been waiting for all this time. Only that under the watchful eye of her father she knew it was pointless, and so it was with a rather doleful look that she forced herself back down against the bed.

Below her waist though, the torment continued. Back and forth the stimulation went as the fingers moved across her slit, and Kiki bit down on her lips again. Just the feeling of it moving about inside of her was already making her wet, and by the time her father finally pulled his hand away her anus was already starting to clench. That didn’t mean the Purity Assessment was over with just that though, and as he reached over for the drawer she shifted her eyes away as he moved on to the next step.

“Ready?” he said again.

“I-…,” she said.

Carefully, Kiki closed her mouth. She never was every time he asked. It never stopped him before though as he reached over for the training brush, and a moment later she felt it pressing against her down there. Like the very tip of a goose feather tracing over her skin, and as it crept closer and closer to her vagina it was like her entire world flew away all at once.

“Oh!” she gasped, “Oh, oh, oh…”

The only good thing about it, she thought, was that at least she was allowed to express herself during this part of the assessment. The bristles moved upward to make a tiny little circle around her clit, and she cried out loud in frustration as it pulled away just before she could hit the edge. Then with the memory of the denial still fresh in her mind, it was over to the opening of her vagina again to tease and tickle and chip away at her endurance until she was all but begging him to just punish her instead.

But despite the sounds of desperation in her voice, it was like her words fell on deaf ears. Her father paused to readjust his grip, and using his thumb to peel back her hood he aimed the brush directly at the pinkness of the delicate little organ. Again and again he dragged the softness of the bristles just across the surface, and by the time he stopped for a break the inside of her thighs were practically a mess.

“Oh!” she gasped, “Not there! Please, anywhere but there…”

Only that no matter what she tried to do, she knew it was pointless to argue back. Kiki cried in response. She wasn’t ashamed to admit it. The humiliation was just too much to bear. A torrent of arousal flowed out of her until she could feel it leaking out from between her legs, and lying there in front of him she sobbed as she brought her hands up to cover her face. Already, just from the stimulation alone her folds were starting to part in just the right way so that there was nothing left to hide the opening of her slit, and she didn’t even want to think about what she looked like with her knees pulled all the way up to her chest. The worst was yet to come though as his fingers moved over to press against the very center of her anus, and immediately it was as if her entire body froze in place.

The very first part of the assessment was now over, a small voice whispered. Edge number one was complete. Now they just had another dozen or so more left before the end.

“Relax for me” said her father.

He looked down at her, and all of a sudden it was as if the feeling of denial grew twice as intense. Especially as he gathered up some of her wetness to use as lubrication, and then it was back to the awfulness of the brush as he moved it back up to her clit. Immediately, Kiki let out a moan as she felt her walls start to tense. Oh how she wished she didn’t have to go through this so often. Only that this time the stimulation was somehow even worse due to the fullness of his fingers in her rear, and as the bristles moved over her folds once more it was all she could do not to cry as he carefully brought her back to the edge.

“Oh!” she gasped, “Oh, oh, oh! I’m going to… I can’t…”

She groaned as her toes curled inward. It was impossible to stop the rising feelings of her climax. Once was bad enough, but two in a row? That was pretty much the limits of her endurance. As always though, just before she could reach it her father was already one step ahead, and she let out a wail  as the brush lifted away from her at the very last moment.

“Why?!” she sobbed.

The feeling was like hanging from the edge of a cliff. Squirming in place, Kiki cried out as her walls squeezed down on nothing but empty air. She had been so close, so desperately close. Her entire tunnel pulsed with frustration, and her hips were already starting to lift upward in search of an orgasm that just didn’t exist. But no matter how hard she tried, there was nothing she could do against the emptiness that continued to linger from within.

“And that’s two,” said her father, “Remember to keep track.”

“I…,” she gasped, “How many is it going to be?”

Carefully, she looked up at him. The actual number varied every time they went through with the assessment. If she thought she was going to ever get an answer from him today though, then she was sorely mistaken.

“As many as it takes,” said her father, “Now shush, just try and focus on holding yourself back.”

Setting the brush aside he glanced over at his watch, and in the short moment that passed in between it was like time seemed to stretch. All the while, Kiki groaned as she lay there across the bed. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and she didn’t even want to think about the soreness that existed in between her legs. Or even worse, how long she had to stay there before her father decided that they were done for the day. So far they were probably only a quarter of the way through, and the last time he called her up like this they had made it to almost a dozen. But hey, at least it wasn’t long now until her next release. Meaning that after they were finished there was only a couple more weeks left to go before she could finally enjoy the long-awaited orgasm, albeit with the stimulation pulled away at the very last moment so that it would be fully and completely ruined with nothing for her walls to squeeze down against...

Tick, tick, tick... the silence seemed to drag on forever until the last second was up, and Kiki winced as her father reach back over for the brush. Another tear slowly gathered at the corner of her eye, and she quickly wiped it away before he could see it. It wouldn’t do at all for her to break this far in. All the same though, the moment the bristles moved over the softness of her folds to find the edges of her clit again, it was like the fingers in her backside grew even thicker as they pushed  another fraction of an inch deeper into her rear.

“Oh!” she said, “Oh, oh, oh-…!”

Desperately, she tried to pull herself out of it. Biting down hard, she grit her teeth. Which one were they on again? The third or the fourth edge? Kiki blinked as the room swam around her. Every time her walls tried to move, it was growing harder and harder to think. Even more so as she felt her nipples rising up from her chest, and she tried not to imagine the relief that would follow if only she were allowed to reach down with her hands.

But it wasn't like her father would ever let her. Not while she was still in the middle of the process, and so the only thing she could do was lie there as she felt herself rapidly approaching the brink.

“Cumming!” she cried, “I’m going to cum-…!”

“And that’s five,” he said.

The brush lifted away from her as Kiki groaned. Apparently they had passed over the last couple of edges some time ago without her realizing it. What good fortune she had today. At this point she couldn't even remember what it was like when they started, and she felt herself pulling away from him as her father reached over for the hood of her clit again. Not that it helped at all though from the way her legs were still spread apart with her knees pulled to her chest.

Brush… brush… brush…

“Six,” he said.

And then a couple moment later as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her rear…

“Seven,” he said, “Eight, nine…”

Brush… brush… brush…

Brush… brush…

Brush…

Twitch.

At ten, they finally stopped for another break. The bristles made one last stroke against her clit, and Kiki sighed as her hips jerked in vain. Every muscle in her body felt stretched to the absolute limit, and at this point she didn’t even want to cum anymore. At least not any more than she usually did. Against the heaviness of the ordeal, the only thing she wanted to do now was lie down and take a rest.

The opportunity never came though as her father set the brush aside, and she swallowed hard as she watched him reach over to take out the second device of the day. Carefully, she glanced over at the toy. A small training vibrator around four inches in length, it was designed at just the right size for a girl her age. And as the fingers in her rear left her to spread some more of her wetness across the fattened end of the bulbous tip…

"Last one," said her father, "Are you ready?"

He looked over at her with the device held in her hand, and another moment passed like that as Kiki continued to lie there on top of the bed. Slowly, she bit down on her lips. If only he would let her have have five seconds alone, then she would be able to finally bring herself over the edge. But against the rules that governed her, there no chance she would ever be able to convince him of that. Especially with how strict he was when it came to her purity, and so as her clit gave out one last throb from between her legs she turned over onto her front to lift her bottom up into the air.

This was it, she thought, this was the final edge she had to get through. And as she felt the very end of the vibrator pressing against her, it was like all her frustrations immediately rose up at once.

“Ohhh…!” she gasped.

Immediately, the walls of her vagina squeezed down. The very tip of the device slid past her the opening of her anus, and she curled her fingers together against the bed. It was here, she thought. It was finally here. Her long awaited orgasm with her nipples standing up stiff, and against the constant back and forth movement of the toy sliding deep into her rear…

“Oh!” she cried, “Cumming, I’m cumming with my-…”

Only that even as she threw her hips backwards, in that moment was like her body refused to obey. Kiki groaned as time slowed to a crawl. She was cumming with her what exactly? Down below her walls let out another flutter, but with nothing to hold onto and the stimulation coming from entirely the wrong place, there was nothing she could do to throw herself past the final barrier at the end. Not even as the smoothness of the plastic device continued to move past the tightness of her ring, and all of a sudden it was as if the chastity belt was back around her waist. Three entire months of frustration bottled up into a single point, and no matter how hard she tried to hold onto it there was nothing she could do to satisfy her need.

It was that singular thought running about inside her head that finally made it through the strength of her endurance. Still lying there across the covers with her bottom thrust out,  Kiki sobbed in frustration. She couldn’t take it anymore. Especially as the distant hum of the vibrator turned up another level, and she turned to bury her face against the softness of the sheets. Here she was, stuck on the very precipice of an orgasm that was just out of reach, and even after a dozen rounds of denial she still wasn’t there.

Thrust… thrust… thrust…

The movement seemed to go on forever. Dimly, Kiki pressed herself against the mattress as she felt her clit grow stiff. Every time she tried to tighten up though, the feeling would only grow even more intense. How many minutes had it been now? Five? Ten? Fifteen? Time stretched on endlessly as she waited for the stimulation to stop, and against the endless strings of arousal leaking out of her the sun was already halfway across the sky by the time the battery finally went dead.

…bbbzzztttt… click.

Immediately, it was like every ache in her body hit at once. The silence of the room returned, and Kiki groaned at the stiffness left over in her legs. Finally, it was over at last. There was a soft tug from behind her as her father drew the vibrator back out of her rear, and she let out a sigh. Now there was only one thing left.

The chastity belt returned a moment later, and she pressed her legs together as it closed back around her waist. Following that was the key, and she swallowed hard as the lock slid into place. Safe and secure again, she thought, just the way she was supposed to be for the rest of her days.

“Is it over now?” she whispered.

Like every other time she asked him though, her father had the same answer as before.

“Yes, it is,” he said, “Although...”

He reached over to pat her head, and she let out another whine. Did they really have to do this right now? Couldn’t it wait until later? Still bent over in front of him with her bottom thrust out into the air it was hardly the right time and place, and not helping at all was the feeling of emptiness that always seemed to linger as a result of her assessment. But oh well. It wasn’t as if she really had a choice. The rules were still the rules, even if she hated it, and so biting down on her lips she carefully wiped away her tears. Best get to it then, before she ended up with another punishment with the back of her skirt lifted upward and a dildo shoved up her rear.

Slowly, the sun shone in through the window beside them as Kiki got down on her knees. Her clit gave out one last throb from between her legs, and as the sound of a zipper filled the room she carefully opened her lips. This time, it didn’t take long for her father to finish. Not when he had just spent the last forty-five minutes or so staring at the fullness of her rear, and after a short moment of sucking later, she felt the usual stream of stickiness hit the back of her throat as she licked around his tip. Silently, she hummed to herself. It wouldn’t do to leave him feeling unsatisfied with her, after all. And who knows. Maybe if she continued to do such a good job of servicing him with her mouth, he might even be a little kinder to her during her next release.

But that’s a story for another time. For now there was just the sound of his pleasure as she continued to bob her head up and down the length of his shaft, and the distant throbbing of her g-spot as her walls continued to clench down on nothing but empty air. Once it got like this, it was going to take quite a while before her body went back to its normal state, and she shivered again against the coldness of the heat. The day that her father finally let her experience her first proper orgasm couldn’t come soon enough indeed.