(true, chastity, threesome, creampie, oral, foursome, rough, belted, impact play, choking, fisted)
It's almost indescribable the freedom you feel when being released from chastity. For a month my cunt was denied me, always in my belt, except when Jack showered me. Only he could touch my cunt then, only he could clean it. I wasn't trusted, he held the key, the control of my wet hole, both removing its control over me yet making it the only thing I could think about. I couldn't touch my body, yet I caught myself grinding on the couch, anything, in a useless attempt to scratch an itch less than an inch away. Yet, it might as well have been miles.
I still had purpose and uses. I was still a urinal, my belly warmed by his piss. His friends still used me, Baxter used me, even he did once. Anal every time. Rough often, until tears ran down my face and bowel movements made me cry. Even orgasmed a couple times from it, rare anal orgasms, the only two times I came during the month. Down from basically daily to nothing. I caught covid, making the month slightly more bearable and much, much worse. The final weeks dragged by with no energy, hidden from my family most of the time. Masked the rest. Sometimes the horniness was unbearable, but still, I couldn't touch myself. I couldn't cum. Heather did. Jack fucked her several times, her cunt was warm for him, while mine drooled uselessly. I didn't even get to watch, he was often at her place, and even at home I still faced the wall until it was time to clean them up. The only way to taste his cum was to taste her juices mixed with them.
So Friday night came and I didn't know what was planned. He came home. With Heather. She ate with us while I sat, still locked up. The kids liked the extra company and while I played with them, I was jealous, as she was there for Jack. One last bit of fun before my punishment ended. The kids were put to bed and I half expected to do a show to help them warm up, but no. They started without me while I put the kids away. Stripping down to only my belt, I went into the bedroom and faced the wall. There, I was told to watch them. I was even told I could touch myself, everything but my cunt, still trapped behind stainless steel. I fingered my ass and pulled my nipples, debasing myself as they made out, slow fucked, kissing. Eventually, Jack pressed deep, filling her. I cleaned him up, then her. My head was pressed down and I ate her pussy until it was clean, then as she wrapped her legs tight, I kept at it, licking and rubbing her clit until she shuddered as well.
My work done, I expected to be kicked to the guest bedroom. But Jack kissed me, softly, gently. Heather's hands ran over my body. Exploring me as Jack got the key, freeing me. I cried as they both touched me, it felt so good. I felt I had value again. I kissed him deeply as they pulled me up on the bed, parting my legs. Jack didn't fuck me but Heather returned the favor. As Jack and I made out, her tongue deftly explored my cunt and quite easily brought out an overwhelming orgasm from me in minutes. I wanted to go again, but instead, we slept under the sheets, a messy naked throuple for the moment. At some point, early in the morning, she headed out. Leaving me and Jack to sleep together until the morning. Until it was time for Saturday to start in earnest.
The kids were picked up fairly early, hugged and kissed as Pam took them off. Beyond my morning ritual of being Jack's urinal, nothing else happened. I wasn't allowed to touch myself, but I was allowed to be nude, collared, not a cute one, but the heavy steel one with my name on it. Cunt. Heels again, the first time in a month, they hurt my feet but I felt pretty. Hair made-up, makeup, I felt real again. Not pretending to be something I wasn't. The beautiful blonde cunt staring back at me was my truth. Last but not least, my plug was in me. I cleaned the house that way, feeling more alive than at any point in the past month. I knew company was coming. Around 10 AM, Jack took me downstairs. Padded leather cuffs graced my wrists and ankles. Arms cuffed tight behind my back. A spreader bar between my legs. A dildo gag in my mouth left me drooling, smearing my fresh lipstick. My plug was discarded as I knelt on a soft cushioned pad near the drain on the floor. Plastic covered it in case, no, when I made a mess. I smiled when Jack hit me, once, then twice. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Then toys were inserted as I bent over for him. First, a vibrating anal plug. Then my cunt got the Lovesense Lush vibrator. My wrists and ankles were connected, arched backward. It didn't hurt. At first.
My first orgasm made my back scream. Since covid, my endurance had been shit, and I felt tired after that one. For the next hour or so, he'd randomly send thrills through my body. The next hour, he strapped my Hitachi knockoff against me and left me there. I came like crazy, pissed myself, and cried. I was limp from exhaustion and overwhelmed before Tony and Kevin got there at noon. I was freed, briefly washed off from where I had peed myself. But otherwise, they started on me immediately. Taking turns, pushing me around, choking me, gagfucking me, groping, slapping, and punching me. I was in heaven but I already felt dead. An empty, exhausted shell.
And still, I came. I came when Tony fucked me like a dog on the floor, hitting my back and head. When Jack folded me up and made me feel little all over again. When Kevin slammed me again and again against the wall as he reamed my aching cunt. After a month of no attention, I was numb from an overabundance of it. I couldn't take anymore. I was so very wrong.
Cum filled as my cunt was, they still had pep, energy to spare. Lube dumped on their hands and in my cunt, fingers worked in, my cunt went from a month of being ignored to fisted again. Gently, at first, Jack worked me, stretching me out. It hurt a bit, but I've long since been trained and 30 days of disuse wasn't enough to hide what my hole could do. Once warmed up, he got started. One hand on my throat, blood choking as he pumped his hand in me. I shuddered again as I dropped out. I think he did it multiple times, he and Tony both. I'm not sure, I just know I was very confused, couldn't think, one second Jack was pumping inside me, and the next Tony was spitting on my face as he wrecked my cunt. Kevin finished me off, slam fisting me so much I sobbed from the pain of my cervix getting "kissed" so many times. And yet, I still came. Gaped, limp on my side, they took a break.
And as they took a break, smoking cigars and having a beer, letting me wash down ashes with their piss, the belt was brought out. I thought they were going to beat me with it. My body ached to feel it. Even my hands and feet would have craved the touch of it. But they didn't. Jack removed my vertical hood and I understood then what was going to happen.
I screamed. I screamed so fucking hard because my cunt could still feel. I tried to count, but around 50 I faltered. I could barely breathe. They took turns slapping my cunt with leather again and again. Swollen, puffy, red, raw, they only stopped when I was bleeding. Nothing serious, just belted raw until the skin was wet with red from a dozen or more tiny spots of red smeared over my skin. I curled up, holding my sex. I wanted to call red and stop it all. I couldn't take any more.
Jack spread me, kissed me, and I let him have me. It hurt and he wasn't gentle except for his kisses. He fucked me again as hard as he could on the floor. Finished inside me, slapped me, and left. Tony choked me hard throughout, air-choked, never fully out but always needing a breath. Even when he let go I couldn't get enough. I don't even remember him finishing. Just suddenly, Kevin was there, crushing me under him. I held him tight and shuddered and then I was out of it. They played and used me more, but I just took it. I didn't participate. I had no energy at all. Jack showered me and put me in bed and other than waking twice, I slept from about 5 pm until 11 am the next day. Even then, I was wiped.
I remember Jack fucking me at some point that night, slow, needing to fill me with his love. And sometime that morning I was pulled over and drank his piss. Then only him waking me at 11 did I finally get out of bed. It hurt to walk and my crotch was swollen. I had small squares on me, taped on, with antibiotics. Jack has taken care of me at some point and I didn't even remember it. Sunday was a slow day, tired, he watched the kids while I dozed. Took a long bath before bed. Then, he spread me again, slowly kissing me, as we made proper love. I fell asleep in his arms. Given purpose and back where I belonged.