Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 10

Stacy follows Miss Cara out of Becca's room and across the hall. The house is kept at a pretty warm temperature luckily, otherwise Stacy would feel quite cold. She's only wearing her skirt and of course, the chastity belt underneath it. Cara gestures through the entrance to her own room. Stacy follows direction and crosses the threshold. Her soft, little feet enjoy the feeling of the warm carpet in Miss Cara's room. Seeing the clothes bin in the corner, immediately reminds her of her naughty behaviour earlier in the day. She notices how nervous she's getting. What is Miss Cara going to have me do? As worried as Stacy is, her body finds the mystery very exciting and her confined pussy is already humid and craving. Being locked in the belt is a very odd feeling, made worse by the sensation of her growing wetness. Stacy can't help but feel lonely for some reason. She's only been without Becca for a minute or two, but it feels like it's been days. "Wait here, please," Cara instructs, pointing to the side of the bed. She disappears into her walk-in closet. Stacy does her best to stand in the exact spot on the floor Miss Cara had referred to. She tries to get comfortable, but the anxious waves in her stomach will not settle. Her fingers find themselves pushing at the base of the belt, trying to alleviate some of the pressure on her damp slit. The belt barely has any give to it at all. Every little movement only teases her nagging body, making it want more. She hears Cara leaving ...

... the closet and deftly returns her hands to her sides. Wow… Miss Cara wears a red, silk robe over her body. It hangs down just over her bum and is tied loosely enough for Stacy to glimpse what's underneath. Black nylons run up from the woman's feet to her mid-thighs, making her legs look even more stunning than usual. She doesn't wear a bra, but completes the outfit with a pair of black, lace panties. She looks so different like this. So, warm and sensual or something. Miss Cara walks by Stacy without saying anything and opens a drawer in her dresser. Stacy can't help but catch a whiff of the woman's scent as she moves by. This doesn't help Stacy relax. Her inner walls are thick and hot. They feel uneasy against the smooth, egg-shaped toy inside her. Stacy tries to rub her thighs together, hoping to grind her clit into her labia or the belt, but she can't glean any satisfaction from it. Miss Cara pulls out a few things from the drawer and closes it. Her long, slightly-teased hair hangs gorgeously over her shoulders. It seems to shine like a dark fire. She steps in front of Stacy and holds up what looks to be a collar and some wrist restraints. What are these for? What's she planning? Miss Cara remains silent for a moment. She lets the anxiety build inside Stacy's little belly. "I'm going to put these on you tonight, dear. Alright?" Why? Is she going to tie me up? I don't know if I can do that. Does she tie Becca up? No one said anything about this. "Why?" Stacy mumbles, her ...