Louisa loved to be raped like a limp doll. She loved when huge, red, hairy cocks rammed her pussy (always wet), her mouth (always obedient), and especially her ass (always so tight and narrow). Ideally, all of them at once. She loved this endless torture, when she, naked and bound, would cry and plead for mercy; but no one would give her any, and humiliation went on and on without end.
It was only a fantasy, however. No living woman in sober mind would ever agree to experience the hideous things that Louisa imagined so vividly. Especially Louisa herself. She was 26, and she had everything: good job, good money, her own car and house. Not to mention a slender body with ample breasts and a firm curvy butt, of course. There was only one thing that she didn’t have: a constant relationship. Instead she had fantasies, which she would never, ever share with anyone in this world, let alone fulfilling them. And rightly so: who would agree to lose everything and become a pathetic sex slave, a worthless fucktoy? Definitely not Louisa, thank you.
Nobody knew about this, but in her house, in a locked wardrobe, Louisa kept a number of things that made her fantasies a bit more tangible. If you have an Internet connection and enough money, you can afford some of the wildest things imaginable; and while Louisa struggled that day with her Friday workload, her heart skipped a beat each time she remembered about the toy that was delivered yesterday. Never before she played with such things, and the thoughts about how awesome this evening would be made her panties wet. She had to suppress these thoughts, however, while she chatted cheerfully with her male colleagues. Every now and then they threw occasional glances to her smooth, black-nyloned legs or to her cleavage framed by white business shirt; she noticed these glances, and they only aroused her more.
She hardly remembered how she got home. Throwing all her clothes away she bolted to the bathroom. As much as she anticipated tonight’s treat, he loved her body more; standing in the hot shower she meticulously rubbed all her places with soap, especially the most private ones. After that, squeaky clean and dressed in robe, she went to the lounge, sat on the sofa and began to unpack the yesterday’s parcel impatiently.
Inside there was a chastity belt. Large as life: a shiny metal waistband with soft rubber padding, a steel plate in front, a narrow band in the back with a hole for defecating� and, most importantly, a tiny, but strong padlock with a small set of keys. She never thought she’d be into this kind of thing before, but one day she saw a picture with a girl wearing it and felt a hot wave which shook her whole body. The very thought of thin, but strong metal which would encase her dripping pussy without a chance for a slightest touch, overwhelmed her. She didn’t even know what exactly aroused her about it; but even as she sat there on the sofa with this thing in her hands, she felt that she could cum right now without even touching herself.
Taking off her robe in a blink of an eye, completely naked, she stood up and put the belt on, lifting her legs one by one, her heart racing. When she adjusted everything and shut the padlock, she even bit her lip in pleasure. Her nipples were as hard as little stones, and she caressed her breasts a little bit, while the other hand was touching the cold steel between her legs. She discovered that there was a slit for her pussy in there, which was covered by an elongated steel piece with little holes. Louisa understood that it was made for her to pee without taking the belt off, so she could wear it for days and days. Oh yes, this thing was worth every single penny she spent. It didn’t chafe her skin, it wasn’t too heavy, but you couldn’t get underneath it even with a fingernail. Now her orgasm was completely dependent from a set of tiny keys, which were lying beside the parcel innocently.
Everything was ready. But Louisa taught herself to cover her kinks even in the slightest, so she decided to get rid of the parcel box right now. She put on her robe again and went outside, heading for the garbage bin. It was dark, windows in the neighbor houses were alight, and Louisa shuddered