He smiles with all his usual casually good-natured charm, hands clasped just under his chin as he watches Monty squirm with avid interest. They look lovely and outwardly demure - a charming sheath dress, their hair done up in lovely waves, elegant and elaborate heels with ribbons laced in a pattern that disappeared beneath the trailing hem of their gown. It was all very proper outwardly; even their manicure was seemingly perfect - save for the wavy cracks and imperfections at the very edges, clear evidence of their futile struggles against the metal latches of the chastity belt he'd had them locked into ever since that day he'd come home from work to find them waiting for him, an absolute vision of feminine loveliness.
Only Justin could see and truly understand all the frustration and desperation mounting behind those pleading blue eyes, the flush of thwarted, prolonged arousal behind the delicately applied make-up, the quaver in Monty's quiet soft voice in answer to his innocuous questions.
Justin was a very patient man when it suited him. After all, their anniversary was tomorrow, and he had every intention of enjoying what had been put on offer to him.
Everything that had been put on offer to him.
For the past few days, he'd been sweet and attentive and warm, but with a deliberate edge to their every interaction, heightened by the reminder of the beautiful chastity belt tucked under Monty's girlish frills and layers. He'd added an additional attachment to their breasts, fastening an elegantly curved metal brassiere around their chest, fitted perfectly to prevent them from teasing even their own sensitive nipples. At night, he sometimes kept them tied up, arms pulled out and away from where they'd constantly wander if left unsupervised, creeping back to their core in the vain, desperate hope that this time, they'd manage to wring some relief from the aching emptiness, their clit and pussy and asshole all locked away behind the perfectly fitted metal of enforced chastity. Some nights he left them free to try, walking in the next morning to their tears of frustration, the embers of hope in their eyes, their mouth already slack and wet with hunger for his cock, only to be led to the bathroom to be gently bathed and cleaned before getting ready for the day, cold water streaming past the expertly crafted metal grates to rinse them clean, not even allowing them a moment's respite from the belt and the growing ache of gnawing emptiness with them that would only be filled, eventually, with Justin's cock. Their outfits had gotten more and more feminine and elaborate - custom-fitted corsets and silken blouses, long skirts and matching jewelry - as Justin squired them about town with chaste chivalry. All culminating in this, the night before the official date of their anniversary, a fancy dinner out with Monty dressed to the absolute nines, the two of them drawing eyes as a couple from just about everyone.
"Shall I order for you, sweetheart?" He suggests, smile bright and white and knowing.
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Only Justin could see and truly understand all the frustration and desperation mounting behind those pleading blue eyes, the flush of thwarted, prolonged arousal behind the delicately applied make-up, the quaver in Monty's quiet soft voice in answer to his innocuous questions.
Justin was a very patient man when it suited him. After all, their anniversary was tomorrow, and he had every intention of enjoying what had been put on offer to him.
Everything that had been put on offer to him.
For the past few days, he'd been sweet and attentive and warm, but with a deliberate edge to their every interaction, heightened by the reminder of the beautiful chastity belt tucked under Monty's girlish frills and layers. He'd added an additional attachment to their breasts, fastening an elegantly curved metal brassiere around their chest, fitted perfectly to prevent them from teasing even their own sensitive nipples. At night, he sometimes kept them tied up, arms pulled out and away from where they'd constantly wander if left unsupervised, creeping back to their core in the vain, desperate hope that this time, they'd manage to wring some relief from the aching emptiness, their clit and pussy and asshole all locked away behind the perfectly fitted metal of enforced chastity. Some nights he left them free to try, walking in the next morning to their tears of frustration, the embers of hope in their eyes, their mouth already slack and wet with hunger for his cock, only to be led to the bathroom to be gently bathed and cleaned before getting ready for the day, cold water streaming past the expertly crafted metal grates to rinse them clean, not even allowing them a moment's respite from the belt and the growing ache of gnawing emptiness with them that would only be filled, eventually, with Justin's cock. Their outfits had gotten more and more feminine and elaborate - custom-fitted corsets and silken blouses, long skirts and matching jewelry - as Justin squired them about town with chaste chivalry. All culminating in this, the night before the official date of their anniversary, a fancy dinner out with Monty dressed to the absolute nines, the two of them drawing eyes as a couple from just about everyone.
"Shall I order for you, sweetheart?" He suggests, smile bright and white and knowing.