The TV buzzed away, and Seashell, Sir, and Ferny were all curled up on the couch. Sir had put on How It’s Made: Padlocks just for Seashell. He knew how horny locks made her, and he needed to do some research anyway.
“... Due to exceptional security needs, these locks have pick-resistant pins including spools.
The shackle is actuated with ball bearings, rather than springs, so they cannot be shimmed. These hardened, marine grade padlocks…”
Seashell couldn’t really keep concentrating, the show was overwhelming. She couldn’t pull her mind away from the high security padlocks keeping her chastity belt secure to her body. Every time she tried to watch the show, her hand snuck down to her lock. Sir always says it is her real clit now. It might as well be, since she gets excited when it is stroked and she isn't ever allowed to touch her flesh-and-blood clitoris. With heat and wetness growing between her thighs, Seashell anxiously looked up at Sir and Ferny. The former was taking rapt notes for his new SirTech chastity locks. The latter was starting to doze off. The coast was clear, so she tried to get a couple fingers under her belt.
It was tougher than she had hoped to get even the tip of her pinky under the shield. Cannot access from the side, what about from the top? She was lost, thinking about locks and how much she wanted just a little stimulation. If she could just move her leg a little more, she could–
”Seashell, quit wiggling so much!” Ferny had been jostled awake by her not-so-sneaky restlessness. Sir had also caught on already, and was amused by Seashell’s futile effort. There was never any chance of getting under the belt. Nevertheless, it’s the thought that counts, so Sir made it clear that Seashell was in for some punishment.
“Well princess, Ferny is going to get me off tonight, and you get nothing.” He had Ferny strip down to her belt and handcuff Seashell’s arms behind her back. Seashell knew better than to resist, even as Sir got her magenta latex hood. She really broke the rules this time, so she dutifully bowed her head, and accepted her punishment.
“Okay sweetie, grab me the lube. Since Seashell was so bad tonight, I might even let you cum from anal tonight!”
“Okay Sir, but I’m still so sore from the edging earlier,” she replied. Sir stopped and thought about it. Ferny had really been put through her paces. Getting her out of edge debt had required a whole hour on the fucking machine. And he was making her sleep with the plug in every day this week.
“That’s alright sweetie, you can use the fleshlight on me instead. Let’s put it in the warmer.”
Seashell started to protest, but was quickly gagged. This wasn’t a ballgag though, it felt more like a dildo gag. It went the whole way into her mouth, stopping just short of her uvula. It must be hollow, since she could even breathe through it. All in all, this was a very comfy gag! She was resigned to her fate now; there is a certain comfort in helplessness. She’s pushed to her knees.
Sir is rock hard thinking of both his beautiful girls leaking into their belts while he gets stroked off. He told Ferny to hold the fleshlight steady for him, and gently but forcefully slid his cock inside it. She held it tightly, deftly. One hand on the neck, the other with a fistful of hair. Mmph! Seashell’s mind races, the gag suddenly gets wider, its not hollow anymore uugk uugk. Ferny is pulling her hair and controlling her head and oh my god she doesn’t even get to taste it.
“Oh that’s my girl, Ferny” Sir called out, as she varied the speed and added little twists and flourishes to her handiwork. mck gck mck “Fuck that’s nice!” His cock is inside her but it's like she’s not even there. He isn’t even talking to her mms uhns uhnk. Why does she love it so much?
Seashell is grateful that Sir made her do so much deepthroat training gmph ulk gmk glk. There is no telling what Ferny is going to do with her head next, there’s no way to know. Neither of them seem to even be thinking of her. Ferny’s voice has desperation, pleading for cum. Sir is getting close. Seashell is just warming and holding the fleshlight, she’s just the sex toy they’re using.
He’s so close, fck uck uck fck fck thrusting into the fleshlight while Ferny twists and pulls Seashell’s head to get the best angles for Sir. She’s breathing fast too. Her belt is pushed against Seashell, they’re both so wet. At least Seashell is going to get his cum.
Suddenly, with a pop, Sir pulls his cock out of the fleshlight. Ferny plunges it into her throat, and “mmm Guh!” he cums just as she gets his head into her mouth. He grabs Ferny’s hair and commandingly, gently, slowly, thrusts into her throat as he completes his orgasm. “You did such a good job, Ferny, such a good girl!” Horny, sobbing, unfulfilled Seashell is happy her punishment is over. She didn’t get the praise, the cum, or the satisfaction of seeing any of it. Sir falls back onto the couch, and Ferny cuddles into him. Seashell is curled up on the floor, still handcuffed, belted, hooded, and gagged with a fleshlight. The next episode of the show is almost over. This one is about hand paddles.
“Now for Seashell’s punishment. 40 spanks on each nipple?”