A good Chastity Belt writer: Excerpt from Modern Slaver 6 by Carenica Diaz, http://www.carmenicadiaz.com/Home.html Deanna abruptly stood up and her hand fumbled behind her waist. The sound of a zipper and my heart pounded with exciting anticipation! My cock ached as she causally stepped out of the skirt. She sat down on the sofa, legs brazenly spread and my heart almost stood still as I saw her naked pussy for the first time! The conditioning kicked in and my entire body hummed with the dull sexual pleasure I felt whenever I saw pussy! It was my only sexual pleasure! My tongue was immediately air dancing begging, pleading - as I took in as much detail of her sex as I could from a metre away. I hoped I would be soon face deep in that glistening pussy! Deanna's inner thighs were milky white and flushed with her obvious arousal. Small whorls of pink skin, of soft, succulent hot flesh! Her pubic hair was a mane of wild sandy coloured locks with a hint of red, her rose pink sex lips peeking through the tight curls. Perhaps it was the drink that gave her courage or even the feminine gossiping of other women about slaves and their abilities. Even the power that she must have felt as my tongue danced, trying to entice her to command me to suckle on her sex made her more confident! 'I can't click my fingers,' she said petulantly, like a small girl, 'I've tried but I can't! Not everyone can do it! So I'll just tell you what to do!' I watched, spellbound as she moved a forefinger to her sex and simply pointed. My body took over and I crawled between those milky white thighs, eyes transfixed by the tight curls that covered her rounded, plump sex. A thing of beauty! How could anyone describe an aroused vulva and its beauty? The crinkled smiling labia, the plump flesh of the pubis! Mere words do not give justice to a triumph of evolution! My tongue scrolled over her labia and I felt them unfurl with my delicate, jabbing strokes, her musky scent teasing my flared nostrils. 'Hmm, I like that!' Deanna visibly relaxed and I inhaled a deeper whiff of her excitement, the scent of an aroused woman. Such a delectable and powerful aphrodisiac. 'Keep doing that!' I continued to lick as commanded and took the meaty wings into my mouth, suckled and then flicked them loose to unfurl back. A small sigh escaped her and I was lost in my velvety world. So close to the object of my obsession, the vulva that enthralled and entranced me, the one small but powerful orifice that controlled me and made me what I am! My cock ached with unrequited need and it was so diabolical that I should ache to serve the very thing that could relieve my sexual pressure! A pussy could give me one brief moment of ecstasy simply by allowing my poor cock entry to that velvet paradise. But, that was not to be! Banded and denied! Perhaps, I knew, forever. Even if I was freed, what woman would want my small cock inside her now? Would she even feel me? The sense of loss surfaced temporarily and then my need to lick and probe the honey crevices of Deanna's sex overtook me once again. This was my calling, my life! My reason for existence! A pleasure slave! Moisture suddenly invaded my mouth as Deanna surrendered to my ministrations. All embarrassment had left her and only sexual tension remained as she braced herself in her quest to seek orgasmic pleasure. A pleasure I am denied! I can give it, even see the pleasure erupt but I cannot taste my own! I moved upward but her hand pushed my head back down as Deanna wasn't ready to seek the ultimate pleasure just at that moment. Her clitoris was still shrouded but her juices were running freely, coating my tongue, inside my mouth and, of course, my face. 'Inside,' she commanded in a breathy, husky voice. It was strange receiving vocal commands but it was also a minor pleasure as it was evidence of some sort of connection. It was recognition on Deanna's part that I was at least human and not just a pleasure machine! As I probed and tongued, Deanna suddenly pulled my nose up and rubbed against it, using my gold nose ring to get off. It was suddenly an urgent need that overtook her and she guided my mouth to her swollen clit, forcing me against her hungry sex. What would it be like to use my fingers? It was an absurd thought as I had been schooled to use my tongue alone. Fingers were not required, just my tongue and lips and, sometimes, my nose and chin. Deanna emitted small animalistic grunts when she came. Her entire body was coiled tightly like a spring and when the orgasm washed over her and was gone, her body relaxed liked a lifeless doll. Of course, I remained between her thighs, gently lapping her wet sex, mouth curled around her clitoris, tasting and calming, swallowing juices, drinking from the ultimate font. -- Novels and story collections available at my NEW site! www.carmenicadiaz.com