Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 07

In the days and weeks that followed it was more of the same. There was a lot of time spent in my room, balancing my time between playing on my computer and masturbating to the constant stream of porn on the TV. Usually in the afternoon Master would pull me out and find some new way to pleasure and torment me.

The nipple suckers were doing their job. My nipples had grown almost a centimeter in both length and width. Unfortunately, for me it made my already sensitive nipples even more so. Even an accidental brush would send a shock throughout my entire body. This naturally delighted Master to no end as he knew it would only take a single touch to bring me to my knees.

My breasts themselves also seemed to be more sensitive, almost tender to the touch. At first I didn’t think anything of it, thinking maybe it was just all of the extra treatment they were receiving, but after time I noticed that they seemed bigger and heavier.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself settling into the routine Master had established. The constant stream of porn on the TV began to subtly shift to more scenes of domination and submission. I suspect Master was changing it based on my preferences.

My computer was my escape, a portal to a world where I could lose myself in games and forget, if only for a little while, about the reality of my situation. But Master was true to his word—he provided everything I needed. When I asked for new games, he supplied them without hesitation. When I requested a more comfortable chair for long gaming sessions, it appeared the next day.

One day, Master was sitting on the bed with me and I looked at my bare bed. “Master, can I have a sheet and a blanket. I think I would be more comfortable at night, if I had them,” I said with a smile.

Master looked at me with a hint of amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “A sheet and a blanket, Toy? You want to be comfortable?” He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch light and teasing. I nodded, feeling a mix of shyness and determination. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate. “Very well, my dear. I’ll have them brought in. But remember, your comfort is always my concern.” His fingers trailed down my neck, sending a shiver through me.

That night I went to sleep. When I awoke I was laying on top of a very comfortable sheet and covered up by a fuzzy blanket. I stretched, feeling the gentle fabric brush against my skin, and a small smile crept onto my face. It was a small comfort, but it was something. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the blanket envelop me, and drifted off into a light sleep, the hum of the TV in the background lulling me into a sense of temporary peace.

Eventually, the need to relieve myself grew urgent, and I tossed the covers aside, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. That’s when I saw it—a sleek, black chastity belt encircling my waist. My heart raced as I reached down to touch it, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. I pulled at it gently, testing its give, but it didn’t budge. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the implications.

“What the hell!” I said to myself aloud, my voice laced with a mix of shock and disbelief. My fingers trembled as I reached down to touch the sleek, black chastity belt encircling my waist. The cool metal felt foreign against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket that had just been wrapped around me. I pulled at it gently, testing its give, but it didn’t budge. A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of the situation sank in. “What is this?” I muttered, my mind racing with questions. How did it get here? When did he put it on me?

Master’s voice was calm and amused as he stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. “I see you got my gift?” he mused, his tone dripping with satisfaction. I could feel his gaze lingering on the chastity belt, and my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He walked closer, his movements deliberate, and ran a finger over the metal, the touch sending a shiver down my spine.

“What is this for!” I demanded pointing to the belt.

Master’s smile widened as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “You are my toy remember.” he said simply, his voice low and smooth. He reached out, tracing the edge of the belt with his finger, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “You belong to me, and I don’t like others playing with my playthings. Even you. I was okay with you playing with yourself as long as the cameras are watching, but I can’t see what happens under the covers.”

“I… I don’t want the bed sheets any more, take them back,” I pleaded, my voice trembling as I met his gaze.