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Karen's Seed
Chapter 5
Our shopping trip ended up at one of the local Harness and Leather
stores. I always liked these places, as I loved the aroma of the
stacks of raw leather. There were all of the bright work pieces,
conchos, beads, and other things needed for leather working. I had
assumed that our being there was not for the purpose of making a
purse, and Karen gave me a knowing smile.
"Do you know what you will need to produce a suitable security
device?" she said in a low voice.
"I haven't done any leather work since I was in Boy Scouts," I
reported, " but I think we can pick up a few items that may be of
use." I glanced around and picked up some buckles, rivets and rivet
sets, eyelets and an eyelet tool, a leather knife, and some belt
leather in a couple of different widths. I also got some linen
thread and needles, and awl, and a couple of splits of leather that
I thought would be large enough to provide ample coverage. A
variety of metal rings and a leather punch rounded out our order.
"I will be inspecting your work very carefully when you are done,"
Karen whispered. "You have no idea how valuable the thing is that
we are trying to protect and I expect a formidable level of
security."
"It may take a couple of attempts, but I think we will be able to
put something together," I said, working out a design in my head. I
was working out all of the details of a chastity belt that would
consist of a belt with a front shield and smaller straps running
from between my legs and back up to the belt along my ass. The
shield would have a place to hold my cock pointing in a downward
position, thus not allowing it to get hard. I thought that would
provide a suitable level of frustration for any attempt to
masturbate.
When we got home, I went right to work building our device while
Karen worked up some supper. After an amount of cutting, fitting,
riveting, and sewing, I had fabricated a crude device that I thought
would do the trick. I went to show the fruits of my efforts to
Karen and she inspected it carefully. She eyed the details with
intensity, testing the rivets for strength, checking over the
sewing, and asking questions about the security arrangements of the
device. The locking mechanism was simple but effective and involved
placing her small padlock through the hole just on the other side of
the buckle. I had carefully eyeleted all of the holes which would
allow a padlock to be attached very securely.
"Time for a fashion show." Karen announced when she was satisfied
with the device. Karen helped me out of the panty girdle and
watched me very carefully as I fitted on our latest creation. After
some last minute adjustments, I again heard the lock click shut. My
cock was firmly restrained and directed back toward my asshole, and
the waist strap was snug around my waist. The whole thing seemed
like it would be quite effective in doing what needed to be done.
(YAWN) "I think it is about time for bed." Karen said as she headed
for the bathroom. When she appeared a few minutes later, she was
wearing a very short nightie which revealed more than it covered.
She slipped under the bedclothes and looked at me like a tiger would
look at her prey. She still wore the key to my chastity belt around
her neck, and she toyed with the key as she looked at me with an
evil glint in her eye.
"You know, you really turned me on this morning when I came home and
caught you playing with yourself. Do you do that often?"
"I used to," I said, jiggling the lock hanging from my belt, "but
not any more."
"How would you like to come over here and do a little 'Under Cover'
work." she cooed. "If you do a real good job for me, I may unlock
you tomorrow and do a little harvesting."
"Tomorrow??" I whined.
"Yes, tomorrow. I don't know when the last time you did yourself,
and I need to make sure that the seed is fully ripe," came the
matter-of-fact answer.
The full weight of my situation hit me. I was disappointed by the
fact that she was going to make me wait until tomorrow, but I was
excited at the same time. I dimmed the lights, and dove under the
covers and started kissing some of the soft skin that I found there.
I started kissing her feet, then slowly, teasingly started up her
legs. I would kiss, lick, and nibble her softness, as my trapped
member tried to harden inside of the new device. I had done a very
good job, because every attempt for him to stiffen was frustrated by
the leather sheath that he was wrapped in.
I had decided that I was going to make her suffer for this. If I
couldn't come, I was going to take my own sweet time with her.
About this time, my kissing assault had made it up to her thighs. I
surfaced from under the covers and began to kiss her neck and hair.
Karen was becoming excited and her breath was coming in short gasps.
I dropped the straps of her nightie off of her shoulder and exposed
her beautiful breasts. I took my time laving my tongue over the
soft mounds, and started to nibble on the hard little jewels on the
top of those beautiful mountains. I took turns licking, sucking and
tickling her breasts, and slowly my hand started to edge lower on
her body. My mouth started to move higher and spent some time
kissing her on the neck. The chain holding the key to my device
provided something for me to examine, and I followed it around
looking for the illusive little key. I found the key lying on the
bed, and kissed and nuzzled it.
"Never mind that," her soft voice said, "I have some lips up here
that are in some serious need of kissing." And kiss them I did. I
nibbled around her lips, and sank my tongue into her beautiful
mouth. In the meanwhile, my hand had reached headquarters and was
starting to do some exploring of the folds of her very wet sex. I
continued to tease her with my kisses and caresses, as she continued
to become more and more aroused by my ministrations.
"I know what you are doing." she said, breathlessly.
"What do you mean?" I replied coyly.
"You are just teasing me, but if you don't get to work pretty soon,
I may just stick this key in the mail and we won't see it again till
the end of the week."
Her words caused a panic in the middle of my body. Man, did she
ever know how to make a threat! I used my hands to lower her
panties, and started to traverse her body with my mouth, this time
in a downward direction. As I reached the center of her body, I
adjusted myself so that I could maximize her pleasure. Still
worried about her earlier threat, I used all of my best techniques
and soon had her writhing with pleasure. A very intense orgasm
washed over like a wave crashing in on the beach. After she had
settled down a little bit, I gave her a light kiss on the forehead
and she looked at me and smiled brightly.
"You are just incredible!" she whispered, and then rolled over and
went to sleep, clutching the key to my pleasure in the palm of her
hand.
"Shit," I said under my breath, "what a day!"
Continued...
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