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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!"
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