Commitment is Only Skin Deep
  • Author - gaggedutopia
  • Rating -   
  • Site Rank - 477 of 2955
  • Story Codes - M-f, reluctant, chastity
  • Post Date - 8/9/2007

“mmmmmm” he moaned, “that feels wonderful.”

She giggled slightly, “I think your nipples are more sensitive than mine!”

“I know another part of me that is very sensitive, how ‘bout it?” he asked with a wink.

“We have been over this Logan, not until marriage” she sighed, moving away from him.

“Ok, ok. We are still having run right? Let’s get that bra off and see those wonderful tits of yours” he pleaded, “I’ll make it worth your while!”

Smirking, “Ok, but don’t try anything sneaky” she said.

The two continued for the next hour, foot massages, body rubs and enough licking to wear out a cat.

Sensing her defenses dropping, Logan tried again, this time slowly running his hand up her thigh while they continued to kiss passionately. His member was rock hard and ready to burst at the mere thought of finally getting into Delilah panties.

His hand slowly drew closer as he kissed his way down the side of her neck, softly caressing her left breast with one hand and gently teased her nipples with his tongue.

“Oh my…. Oh my…. Logan don’t stop” Delilah screamed.

Ever so slightly, she parted her legs as if to welcome his advance. He was close enough now that he could feel the heat radiate from her pussy. Sliding his hand home he hit a wall.

Literally.

Stopping dead in his tracks, “What the hell is that?”

“Umm, I… aaaaah… don’t….” she sputtered, still disoriented from the recent barrage on her senses. Taking a few seconds to regain he senses she tried again, “It’s, well… a chastity belt.”

“What? As in ‘middle ages locking up the women before leaving for battle’ chastity belt?” he gasped with on eyebrow raised.

“Yup, only a bit more modern” Delilah answered, trying to keep calm and hide her extreme embarrassment.

Logan and Delilah talked about the belt for the next hour. She explained that the belt was her choice and that it was not against her will. The intent of the belt was to protect her values from nights like tonight when her body takes over.

“If not for my trusty belt, I wouldn't be a virgin” she remarked.

“Don’t remind me” he answered leaning back into the couch, folding his arms.

After a long uncomfortable silence, Delilah spoke up “Well, I guess I should get going. Give me a call so we can do something tomorrow.”

Although frustrated and upset, Logan was partially glad he didn’t trick her into something she would have undoubtedly regretted. After kissing goodbye he walked her to her car. Frustrated more than ever, he jumped in the shower for a very, very cold shower.


Bzzzzzzt.

“Come on up” Delilah spoke into the speaker.

Logan entered her studio apartment and could hear the shower running.

“I am running a bit behind, watch some TV or something; make yourself at home” she shouted from the bathroom.

Logan has no intention of watching TV, he was on a mission to find the key. If nothing else, it would be fun hold the key to her pussy. Looking around the room he spotted a chair near the kitchen cabinets that was out of place.

Quickly, he climbed onto the kitchen counter from the chair. From his new vantage point he could see the tops of the high cabinets and couldn’t believe his eyes. Jackpot! Sitting next to a memory card had to be her keys. Once the initial shock wore off, a wry smile came across his face. “Yes, this is going to be an interesting night indeed” he thought.

Hearing the shower turn off, Logan jumped off the counter tossing the memory card and keys into his jacket pocket. He ran to the couch and sat down just in time for Delilah to walk out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her.

“Ooooh, come here sexy” Logan cooed.

“Nice try, I’m not totally heartless however” she smirked, opening her towel to expose her fit, 28 year old body. Her body glistened slightly in the evening sunlight, showing off every curve; right down to her chastity belt.

“You are a very cruel women; someday you will pay for your crimes” he joked.

“Mmmmmmm, I sure hope so.” she smiled, leaving for the bathroom.

Once she was dressed, they went out for a night on the town. The two were enjoying a meal at her favorite (expensive) restaurant, discussing the belt a bit more in detail.

“So I have a question, what if you lost your keys? Can you cut it off?” he asked.

“Well, yes and no. A few years back an old boyfriend worked for a defense contractor. They designed a skin that could be bonded to existing steel, add virtually no weight but increase the strength 50 fold. He decided to surprise me one day and upgraded my belt. The only way to get it off, besides the keys, would be a plasma cutter or something similar. Conventional metal cutting tools would be ineffective and probably severely injure me.” She replied.

“Wow. What happened to him?” Logan inquired.

“It just didn't work out; I'm glad it didn't because now I am with you” she lovingly replied.

The evening continued as they finished dinner and went to a movie. After the movie Logan walked Delilah home and kissed her goodnight at the door. Delilah asked him to come up, but he declined. He wasn’t about to set himself up for another cold shower.

Arriving at his apartment he reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a set of keys and a small memory card. Curious, he put it into his computer to see what was on it. Within moments, a look of horror washed over his face. Picture after picture showed Delilah in orgy’s, giving head and several humiliating positions. Logan was crushed.

Just then, the phone rang. “Hello?” he answered.

“Ha Ha Logan, very funny. I want my keys back now, I have a doctors appointment at the end of the week.” Delilah spoke, sarcastic and angry all in one.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that” he replied, in a monotone voice.

“Ok, enough playing. Let’s get this over with, what do you want for the keys? Without breaking the rules of course” she asked.

Staying clam, he answered “Hmmmm, the possibilities are endless, but let’s start with 188 blowjobs, one for each day you screwed me over in this sham of a relationship."

“Are you fucking crazy? What has gotten into you?” she asked, panic welling in her voice.

“I take it you didn’t notice the memory card missing. That was a treat, let me tell you. It all makes sense now. I’m the boyfriend who treats you nice, takes you out, buys you nice gifts. The rest of the town is your fuck buddy! Do I have right?” Logan barked at her, losing his temper.

“Look, why don’t I come over…..” she tried to plead before she was interrupted.

“Great idea! Come over every morning at 7am before I go to work. I love starting the day with a blowjob. If you miss a day, I will add 5 to your penance. Oh, and if you owe more than 300 days, I will destroy your keys and send everyone you know a copy of the pictures” he threatened.

“Will I get my keys back if I do as you wish?” Delilah asked.

“Don’t be late.” Logan said, hanging up the phone. He tossed the keys around in his hands a few times before flushing them down the toilet. Laughing to himself he thought, “I wouldn’t want to have a weak moment now would I?”

Crushed, Delilah hung up the phone and started to sob. Out of frustration she desperately tried to touch her pussy but only met with cold, unforgiving steel. Somehow she knew it was never coming off.





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