I was in my bedroom checking out Mom's chastity belt. My name is Wyoming. Everyone calls me Wy. My father had just floored my brother, Dakota, and me when he told us that Mom used to wear a chastity belt. When she died five years ago he put the belt in the back of his closet and didn't think anymore about it.
Mom's chastity belt had three pieces - a waist belt, a pelvic shield and a pair of thin chains that spread from the bottom of the shield in a "V" and attached to the waist belt. Think "jock strap" made of metal. It was stainless steel with a silicone liner.
The "V" back was a nice touch. Don't get me wrong, I like the feel of a thong pulled tight between my ass cheeks but for a device meant to be worn for days on end the "V" design would make dropping a deuce a lot less messy.
This was a belt meant for someone who wasn't into hard core domination or submission. There was no built in dildo or butt plug. I have no problem with keeping a dildo in my pussy while I'm out and about. And an occasional butt plug stuck up my ass was ok. However, there wasn't a chance in hell I would let anyone "lock" me up with those things stuffed in me.
The front shield has a small slit in front that allows me to pee and let my pussy breathe. It wasn't big enough for fingers let alone a cock, even a shriveled one.
My pussy was getting wet just thinking about wearing it which was weird because if I was wearing the belt there would be nothing I could do about relieving the itch in my wet pussy.
I thought it best to take care of my wet pussy before putting on the chastity belt. Sticking my fingers up my pussy to get them wet I went to work on my clitoris. I climaxed quickly which only made my pussy wetter.
Here goes...I pulled the belt on. It fit snuggly over my pussy and the chains in back were pulled tight. I buckled the belt around my waist. The whole thing was a perfect fit. I was a little taller than Mom but we were basically the same size.
I walked around a little getting used to the feel then decided it was time to model it for Daddy and Dakota. I paraded out to the kitchen wearing the belt. I wore no panties so my chained ass would show. Just a tank top with no bra. My nipples were as hard as the belt's steel. Daddy and Dakota both had boners as I strutted around the kitchen.
I told them that if Mom could wear this thing so could I.
