Cindy, the Belted Nymphomaniac
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Chapter 1 - The Discovery
After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of
dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You
see, for me it's not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that
drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved.
I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only
satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to
have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again
satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the
restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and
satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of
me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't keep
a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied.
Because of this, my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about
me; some of them regular partners, but most of them were just one night stands.
I tried to control my needs, but my pussy always seemed to win the battle with
my mind. I would swear to myself that I wouldn't have an orgasm for one whole
day, but the closest I could ever come to that was about 6 o'clock in the
evening.
One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2 days), I
went home and had a message on my answering machine from my friend Sonja. She
said that she hadn't heard from me all weekend and was worried that I had
"fallen off the wagon again". I called her, and she could immediately tell by my
voice that her suspicions were true. As usual, I cried and told her that I felt
so bad about what I had done, and about how much of a slut I was, but that I
just couldn't control myself. This is when she first suggested it, and the it
she suggested would change my life. She said, "Well, if you can't control your
sexual desires, have you ever thought about giving someone else control of them
for you?" I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.
She continued, "I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles. One
of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In the TV
special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a comeback in the
alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable, secure, and can be
worn under clothing without detection. Most of all, they prevent all contact
with the genitalia underneath." I had heard of chastity belts, but I thought
that they were just myths from medieval times. Sonja continued, "The article
showed how couples used chastity belts to enhance their sex lives. They would
wear the chastity belts for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive
themselves of sex. They said that the sex was much more intense and gratifying
after being locked in the belt for weeks at a time." "Well, what has this got to
do with me? Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact," I
asked. Sonja continued, "Well, if you were locked in a chastity belt you would
not be able to quench your sexual desires so easily." At this point, I was very
interested, and, to be honest, very aroused. I slid my hand into my panties and
began to explore my already wet cunt as I continued to talk to her. !
I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would research
it. I got off the phone and finished the hand job that I had started. As I lay
awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked up in a belt, unable to
be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came five more times that night while
fantasizing about being locked in a belt.
I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts, and decided that
I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Tollyboy model FGA/200. It
has an all steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that goes from the
bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband, following the curve of
the crack of the wearer's ass. It looked very secure. After reading about the
importance of proper measurement, I decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for
the chastity belt.
