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Diary Entry 2/15/25All day. Every day. The belt stays on, an..

Added 2025-02-16 01:30:24 +0000 UTC

Diary Entry 2/15/25

All day. Every day. The belt stays on, and the fire inside me never fades.

I teased myself earlier, just a little. Just enough to feel the frustration deepen, to press against the steel and let the ache settle into my bones. I can stimulate slightly, but I can’t finish. The clit shield makes sure of that. It holds me captive, keeps me on edge, turns my own body against me.

I watched. Let my mind sink into the kind of filth that leaves me breathless. Deepthroat, throat parking, bodies controlled and used, surrender in its purest form. I swear I could’ve cum just from watching, just from imagining. But all I could do was grind helplessly against my belt, panting, dripping, denied.

Instead, I did what I am allowed. I sent my daily porn collection to my Keyholder, feeding the flames of my submission. My torment isn’t just mine, it belongs to him. My frustration is his pleasure. And that only makes me burn hotter.

I needed an outlet, so I filmed a deepthroat training session. A lucky subscriber got to watch me stretch my limits, to see the desperation in my eyes as I took it deep, over and over.

Later, I went to a friend’s place. She knows about the belt, knows my secret. Her friend was there too. He doesn’t know. If only he did. If only he knew how untouchable I am, how no matter how much I ache, how much I want, I’ll stay locked. Kept. Unclaimed.

When I got home, I showered in my belt. I keep my hygiene unlocks short, ten minutes. Just enough to stay clean, never enough to stray. I let the water run over my belt, cooling me down, but the frustration never really fades. It lingers, pulsing under my skin, teasing me even as I lock back up for the night.

After filming a video tutorial for a friend, I’ll stay up late, chatting, aching, teasing myself with thoughts I can’t act on. And when exhaustion finally wins, I’ll pass out, locked, untouched, tormented. Just the way I should be.

Always aching.

Always denied.

Always yours.