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“Cat got your key?”

By FOXCARROTS

         Stephanie Brown looked out over Gotham city as the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the jagged city skyline. The city was so beautiful by day but at night turned into something much more sinister. However, this was where she truly belonged. In the night she was more that just Stephanie Brown, at night she was the mysterious Batgirl!

    She stood dressed in her costume, a uniform of battle that stood as a symbol of one that would not let the dangers of the night overtake them. It was a dark violet and black leather suit consisting of tight leggings and a jacket worn over it. She also wore a cape of black and yellow with matching boots and gloves. She carried a loaded utility belt that included a pouch strapped to her thigh. On her head she wore a dark cowl with room for her long blonde hair to come out and fall to her shoulders. She loved her costume and how powerful it usually made her, however, this night and many before there was something throwing it off, something that made her feel powerless and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

    Stephanie reached down and in the small gap between her utility belt and jacket top were small areas of flesh at the top of her hips. On these exposed hip areas was something that didn’t at all go with the violet, black and yellow aesthetic of the costume, this was simple dark grey metal. These metal bands poked up like reminders of something Stepanie would prefer to forget. She reached down and rubbed her hips, her pants and utility belt hung low as it appeared impossible to keep them up higher as they kept slipping off of the band that hugged her hips so tightly. She instinctively grabbed the hip bands, pushing down on them as if they would move. However, the bands just stubbornly stayed put not moving from the spot they rested.

    She spent a lot of time trying to ignore the bands and what they were connected to. Underneath her pants the bands continued to a front plate that went down beneath her legs before going deep in between her butt cheeks and connecting to the back bands of the device. It was a skin tight chastity belt and it was currently the bane of Stephanie Brown’s existence. She growled to herself as she shifted her hands and pushed, this time trying to adjust the belt. However, it was almost as if made for her and had no give, no slack whatsoever. She could not gain a millimetre of space from her sex at the front and couldn’t pull the back wire out of where it was if her life depended on it. It was like her pussy was sealed tight and she was stuck with a cast iron wedgie she could get no relief from.

    Stephanie crouched on the rooftop, away from prying eyes she tried again what she had tried so many times before. She took out a set of lock picks and began to attack the small gold lock at the front of the belt. She lowered her pants enough to get access to it and went to work. Stephanie was an exert lock pick, the best she had ever known. However, no matter how many times she went at the lock it never sprung. It was like she could move some of the tumblers around but just as she tried to get the last one the belt would click and relock them. No matter how many times she attacked the lock, the last tumbler would not spring.

    “Come on!” Stephanie said as she precisely went at the lock like a surgeon with a scalpel. “One is open, click at two, three is open, four…on five.!”

    Stephanie could feel her heart rate rise as she struggled with the last tumbler. She was so close she could almost taste her freedom; she could almost taste the orgasm that she would actually be able to achieve. However, as the tumbler teased her pick, she could feel this taste of freedom began to slip away. With one last click the belt relocked itself, forcing the lock pick to slide out and she dropped it on the ground.

    “God damn it!” Stephanie cursed as she knelt down and picked up her lock pick. She put a hand to her crotch, feeling the unforgiving steal between her hand and the touch she so desperately desired.

    “It can’t be picked.” An all too familiar voice said from ahead of Stephanie. She looked up to see Catwoman crouching on a ledge ahead of her, a wide grin on her lips. “Nor can it be broken. You know only a key can get you out of that thing.”

    “Then give me the fucking key!” Stephanie said as she charged forward, taking a swing at the purple clad supervillain. Catwoman leapt over her head, landing behind and rolling to gain distance. Stephanie turned, still ready for violence. “I demand you let me out of this thing!”

    “Oh why would I do that?” Catwoman asked in a coy tone. “It took so much effort to trick you into that thing.”

    “I want it off!” Stephanie said as she moved forward, throwing kicks and punches, connecting with nothing but air. Catwoman simply dodged and weaved out of the way of each strike as if she were dancing.

    “You are not as precise as you usually are.” Catwoman commented as she moved away from another volley of strikes. “It’s like something is distracting you!”

    “You know damn well what’s distracting me!” Stephanie said as she fell back, getting into a stance and trying to fight past her discomfort to come up with a plan. “Every movement, every moment in this damn thing is agony. I just want to…”

    “To cum?” Catwoman asked. “You look like you would do anything to orgasm right now but it’s just as impossible as picking the lock.”

    “Please…let me out.” Stephanie begged, her resolve crumbling and causing her to drop her guard. “I’ll do anything.”

    “We will see.” Catwoman replied as she dodged in, drawing a stun wand attached to the pommel of her whip. She jabbed Stephanie with it, causing her body to go ridged before crumpling to the ground. Catwoman stood over her unconscious body with a grin on her face. “We will see how close we can get you.”

    In a groggy dream, flashes of events moved through Stephanie’s mind. Flashes of battles with supervillains and a time where she had captured a strange package sent through the black market. Inside she saw a strange pair of metal panties, they were so beautiful, so mysterious. She surrendered it to a police officer downtown, a beautiful woman in thick librarian glasses. Stephanie could not help but ask what it was. The officer told her about it and suggested she try it on.

     It was an absurd thing Stephanie thought, but it tugged at her mind. The beautiful officer was so charming, so compelling that Stephanie figured there was no harm in it. She put the belt on, immediately being surprised on how tightly it fit. She was trying to come to terms with how it felt when she heard a click. She looked down to see the female officer had locked it. She revealed herself to be Catwoman in disguise and as Stephanie struggled to remove the belt, Catwoman escaped into the night.

    The series of events played again and again in her dream but despite how differently she tried to play it, every time she ended up locked up tight in the belt with no key in sight! The dream began to fade away, reality coming back once again to remind her just how real things were.

    Stephanie felt a nice feeling at first, soft pillows behind her head and a mattress below her body. She enjoyed the comfortable bed for a brief moment before other things faded into her perception. She was in an odd position, uncomfortable and her shoulders hurt. She went to shift but immediately was met with harsh resistance. She could not move!

    The shock of this revelation brought Stephanie to the here and now in a start as she tried to shoot up from the bed. However, the resistance she had felt was very real and much worse than she thought. She was laying on a twin bed with her hands up on an iron headboard where they were tights tightly with what looked like sturdy fabric scarves. The more she tugged and struggled the tighter the bonds became.

    She tried to kick her legs for some leverage but found her ankles similarly lashed to the footboard of the bed. The fabric was tight against her bare skin and she could not budge, her legs forced apart. That was when she noticed that she had been partially undressed. Her cape had been unhooked and was draped on the side of the bed. On the other was her gloves and boots and near the end of the bed were her leather pants. She was exposed! Her legs were bare exposing her chastity belt!

    Thoughts and memories struggled to the surface and she remembered who had gotten the drop on her. “Catwoman!”

    “Oh, you are awake!” Catwoman said as she sauntered forward. She leaned against the foot of the bed playfully as if their game was anything but a kidnapping. “I hope you are comfortable.”

    Though Catwoman likely was teasing about the bonds but Stephanie’s mind could only think of the belt. With it still on her body as tight as it was and how exposed it was with her open legs, she was anything but comfortable. “Let me out of this at once!”

    “That’s what I was intending to do my dear.” Catwoman said as she held up something on one of her cat clawed fingers. It was a key ring with one solitary key. She didn’t have to tell Stephanie what it was for he to immediately react.

    “The key!” Stephanie replied, her tone changing from demanding t pleading. “Please unlock me.”

    Catwoman grinned and walked closer. Stephanie shifted herself as if raising her body toward Catwoman to be freed. The feline femme fatale teased her with the key, moving it to her body as if she was still unsure whether she would use the key or not. Stephanie’s entire body quivered in anticipation she had been stuck with the belt for so long the very idea she might be released was intense and intoxicating.

    They key was slid over the metal before coming to the front lock. Catwoman turned the key and slowly slid it into the lock. Stephanie could feel every tumbler move, every millimeter of the key going in before coming to a stop. All Catwoman had to do was turn the key and she would be free! She wanted with everything she had to be free, to take her hands down to the key and turn it herself. However, all she could do was lay immobile and hope to hell that the key was about to be turned.

    “How long has it been?” Catwoman asked, dragging the moment of release out to taunt Stephanie further. “Since I first tricked you into putting this thing on?”

    “Months.” Stephanie replied. “Please free me. I’ll do anything.”

    “Anything?” Catwoman answered in a coy tone. “Even if it was me playing with you once the belt was opened.”

    “Anything!” Stephanie insisted. “Unlock the belt and you can do anything you want to me!”

    “You have yourself a deal dear.” Catwoman said as she turned the key causing the tumblers to move and the belt to give the satisfying click Stephanie was never able to give herself. The lock fell open the bolt no longer going into the housing. It was unlocked!

    Stephanie held her breath as Catwoman pulled the front of the belt away. For the first time in months Stephanie had space between her pussy and the unforgiving metal of the belt. She felt free and it was a feeling like no other. It was going from a tight and unforgiving pressure to freedom and it felt magical. Catwoman pulled the belt down, giving her lots of space and letting the bet rest under her as it was hard to completely remove it as she lay on it.

    “Thank you.” Stephanie asked, tears forming in her eyes from relief. “That feels so good to have away from my body.”

    “I bet it does.” Catwoman replied with a deadpan expression, staring intently on the vagina she just freed from the belt. “Now for my end of the bargain. How would you enjoy to cum?”

    “I would enjoy that!” Stephanie replied, her eagerness impossible to hide. “Please, give me an orgasm!”

    Catwoman smiled and slid off the bed to a dresser nearby, she picked up a purple and black vibrator with a cat face painted on the end. She crawled back onto the bed, positioning herself over Stephanie’s captive and waiting body. She turned it on, creating an enticing buzzing sound.

    She put it against Stephanie’s thigh, allowing her to feel the vibration, setting anticipation to where the device was about to go. Stephanie bit her lip, wanting nothing more in the world than to have that device inside her and stimulating places she was unable to stimulate for some time.

    Catwoman teased Stephanie with the vibrator, only letting a small amount of the vibration to go where it was most wanted. Just when Stephanie started to think she would be teased forever, Catwoman slid the vibrator in. Stephanie moaned, tilting her still coweled head back in pleasure. The vibrator played and danced within her as it searched around for her most venerable spots. Catwoman grinned to herself as she toyed with Stephanie, looking for the spot that would deliver her the most pleasure. Every woman, every pussy had its own most sensitive spot and she intended to find it. She wanted to deliver the most stimulation and it all had to be perfect.

    Catwoman moved the vibrator in deep filling Stephanie’s pussy and causing her to call out again in a gasp. It was the spot and rom the look of Stephanie’s face she was lost in the sensation. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, her breathing growing more intense as her entire body was stimulated by the vibrator. Catwoman moved the vibrating and around the spot, hitting the sweet spot and then moving away, delaying things as much as she could and building it up more and more. She knew that the longer she delayed, the more you made the person want it the more powerful the orgasm would be. It was building to be an explosion a cumming that would last for hours and send shocks through the body from head to toe.

    “Oh god I’m so close.” Stephanie commented. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

    “I am not done with you yet!” Catwoman assured as she continued to toy with the end of the wand, moving it into the most sensitive spot then away, not letting her quite finish the orgasm. It was like an art form keeping Stephanie on the edge of cumming but never quite letting her reach it. She kept her there for several minutes, getting her to nearly cumming before slowly backing her off.

    “Please.” Stephanie begged. “Finish me off, I want to cum so bad.”

    “I know you are.” Catwoman said as she continued to tease Stephanie’s sweet spot and just as it seemed she was about to give her the orgasm she stopped, quickly and unceremoniously withdrawing the want, leaving her on the precipice of an orgasm.

    “Wait!” Stephanie asked in shock as she struggled at her bonds, desperate to reach her own sex and finish the job. “You can’t leave me like this!”

    “My dear Stephanie.” Catwoman said as she got up and put the wand back onto the dresser. “You will find I very much can.”

    Stephanie looked at Catwoman in shock, struggling still at the edge of the orgasm that was teetering on the precipice. She wanted to hold onto the feeling, hoping it might go over and give her the cumming she so desperately wanted. However, to her horror Catwoman came back over to the bed and put her hands on the belt and began to shift it back in place.

    “No, you can’t!” Stephanie begged. “You can’t trap me in that thing again!”

    Catwoman laughed. “You keep telling me things I can’t do. You think you have any power here?”

    “Please…” Stephanie begged, straining against her bonds but getting nowhere. The thought of the orgasm that wasn’t finished was bad enough but the idea of spending even one second more in the belt was abject torture.

    Catwoman put the belt tightly back in place, the unforgiving metal tightly hugging the sensitive parts of Stephanie’s anatomy. She slid the lock in place and as Stephanie looked on in horror, she relocked it. A savage click echoing through Stephanie’s mind, guaranteeing that orgasm would never be finished nor any more for that matter as long as the belt was stuck in place.

    Catwoman stood and put the key into her glove. “This is how I will leave you my dear. I know you are capable of getting out of those bonds eventually so enjoy the bed for now.”

    Stephanie screamed bloody murder as Catwoman left the room. She was frantic and inconsolable and her cries were guttural and desperate. Catwoman went down the hall before slumping to the wall and clutching at her own crotch. She wanted to feel her hand, wanted to feel release but instead felt the unforgiving rigidity of metal. The edging of Stephanie had stimulated her as well and she almost felt like she was along for the ride. However, she knew she couldn’t reach the climax so neither could her prey. She took one last look back at the direction she had left Stephanie and sighed. “At least your belt still has a key…Some of us aren’t so lucky.”

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“Cat got your key?”

By FOXCARROTS

         Stephanie Brown looked out over Gotham city as the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the jagged city skyline. The city was so beautiful by day but at night turned into something much more sinister. However, this was where she truly belonged. In the night she was more that just Stephanie Brown, at night she was the mysterious Batgirl!

    She stood dressed in her costume, a uniform of battle that stood as a symbol of one that would not let the dangers of the night overtake them. It was a dark violet and black leather suit consisting of tight leggings and a jacket worn over it. She also wore a cape of black and yellow with matching boots and gloves. She carried a loaded utility belt that included a pouch strapped to her thigh. On her head she wore a dark cowl with room for her long blonde hair to come out and fall to her shoulders. She loved her costume and how powerful it usually made her, however, this night and many before there was something throwing it off, something that made her feel powerless and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

    Stephanie reached down and in the small gap between her utility belt and jacket top were small areas of flesh at the top of her hips. On these exposed hip areas was something that didn’t at all go with the violet, black and yellow aesthetic of the costume, this was simple dark grey metal. These metal bands poked up like reminders of something Stepanie would prefer to forget. She reached down and rubbed her hips, her pants and utility belt hung low as it appeared impossible to keep them up higher as they kept slipping off of the band that hugged her hips so tightly. She instinctively grabbed the hip bands, pushing down on them as if they would move. However, the bands just stubbornly stayed put not moving from the spot they rested.

    She spent a lot of time trying to ignore the bands and what they were connected to. Underneath her pants the bands continued to a front plate that went down beneath her legs before going deep in between her butt cheeks and connecting to the back bands of the device. It was a skin tight chastity belt and it was currently the bane of Stephanie Brown’s existence. She growled to herself as she shifted her hands and pushed, this time trying to adjust the belt. However, it was almost as if made for her and had no give, no slack whatsoever. She could not gain a millimetre of space from her sex at the front and couldn’t pull the back wire out of where it was if her life depended on it. It was like her pussy was sealed tight and she was stuck with a cast iron wedgie she could get no relief from.

    Stephanie crouched on the rooftop, away from prying eyes she tried again what she had tried so many times before. She took out a set of lock picks and began to attack the small gold lock at the front of the belt. She lowered her pants enough to get access to it and went to work. Stephanie was an exert lock pick, the best she had ever known. However, no matter how many times she went at the lock it never sprung. It was like she could move some of the tumblers around but just as she tried to get the last one the belt would click and relock them. No matter how many times she attacked the lock, the last tumbler would not spring.

    “Come on!” Stephanie said as she precisely went at the lock like a surgeon with a scalpel. “One is open, click at two, three is open, four…on five.!”

    Stephanie could feel her heart rate rise as she struggled with the last tumbler. She was so close she could almost taste her freedom; she could almost taste the orgasm that she would actually be able to achieve. However, as the tumbler teased her pick, she could feel this taste of freedom began to slip away. With one last click the belt relocked itself, forcing the lock pick to slide out and she dropped it on the ground.

    “God damn it!” Stephanie cursed as she knelt down and picked up her lock pick. She put a hand to her crotch, feeling the unforgiving steal between her hand and the touch she so desperately desired.

    “It can’t be picked.” An all too familiar voice said from ahead of Stephanie. She looked up to see Catwoman crouching on a ledge ahead of her, a wide grin on her lips. “Nor can it be broken. You know only a key can get you out of that thing.”

    “Then give me the fucking key!” Stephanie said as she charged forward, taking a swing at the purple clad supervillain. Catwoman leapt over her head, landing behind and rolling to gain distance. Stephanie turned, still ready for violence. “I demand you let me out of this thing!”

    “Oh why would I do that?” Catwoman asked in a coy tone. “It took so much effort to trick you into that thing.”

    “I want it off!” Stephanie said as she moved forward, throwing kicks and punches, connecting with nothing but air. Catwoman simply dodged and weaved out of the way of each strike as if she were dancing.

    “You are not as precise as you usually are.” Catwoman commented as she moved away from another volley of strikes. “It’s like something is distracting you!”

    “You know damn well what’s distracting me!” Stephanie said as she fell back, getting into a stance and trying to fight past her discomfort to come up with a plan. “Every movement, every moment in this damn thing is agony. I just want to…”

    “To cum?” Catwoman asked. “You look like you would do anything to orgasm right now but it’s just as impossible as picking the lock.”

    “Please…let me out.” Stephanie begged, her resolve crumbling and causing her to drop her guard. “I’ll do anything.”

    “We will see.” Catwoman replied as she dodged in, drawing a stun wand attached to the pommel of her whip. She jabbed Stephanie with it, causing her body to go ridged before crumpling to the ground. Catwoman stood over her unconscious body with a grin on her face. “We will see how close we can get you.”

    In a groggy dream, flashes of events moved through Stephanie’s mind. Flashes of battles with supervillains and a time where she had captured a strange package sent through the black market. Inside she saw a strange pair of metal panties, they were so beautiful, so mysterious. She surrendered it to a police officer downtown, a beautiful woman in thick librarian glasses. Stephanie could not help but ask what it was. The officer told her about it and suggested she try it on.

     It was an absurd thing Stephanie thought, but it tugged at her mind. The beautiful officer was so charming, so compelling that Stephanie figured there was no harm in it. She put the belt on, immediately being surprised on how tightly it fit. She was trying to come to terms with how it felt when she heard a click. She looked down to see the female officer had locked it. She revealed herself to be Catwoman in disguise and as Stephanie struggled to remove the belt, Catwoman escaped into the night.

    The series of events played again and again in her dream but despite how differently she tried to play it, every time she ended up locked up tight in the belt with no key in sight! The dream began to fade away, reality coming back once again to remind her just how real things were.

    Stephanie felt a nice feeling at first, soft pillows behind her head and a mattress below her body. She enjoyed the comfortable bed for a brief moment before other things faded into her perception. She was in an odd position, uncomfortable and her shoulders hurt. She went to shift but immediately was met with harsh resistance. She could not move!

    The shock of this revelation brought Stephanie to the here and now in a start as she tried to shoot up from the bed. However, the resistance she had felt was very real and much worse than she thought. She was laying on a twin bed with her hands up on an iron headboard where they were tights tightly with what looked like sturdy fabric scarves. The more she tugged and struggled the tighter the bonds became.

    She tried to kick her legs for some leverage but found her ankles similarly lashed to the footboard of the bed. The fabric was tight against her bare skin and she could not budge, her legs forced apart. That was when she noticed that she had been partially undressed. Her cape had been unhooked and was draped on the side of the bed. On the other was her gloves and boots and near the end of the bed were her leather pants. She was exposed! Her legs were bare exposing her chastity belt!

    Thoughts and memories struggled to the surface and she remembered who had gotten the drop on her. “Catwoman!”

    “Oh, you are awake!” Catwoman said as she sauntered forward. She leaned against the foot of the bed playfully as if their game was anything but a kidnapping. “I hope you are comfortable.”

    Though Catwoman likely was teasing about the bonds but Stephanie’s mind could only think of the belt. With it still on her body as tight as it was and how exposed it was with her open legs, she was anything but comfortable. “Let me out of this at once!”

    “That’s what I was intending to do my dear.” Catwoman said as she held up something on one of her cat clawed fingers. It was a key ring with one solitary key. She didn’t have to tell Stephanie what it was for he to immediately react.

    “The key!” Stephanie replied, her tone changing from demanding t pleading. “Please unlock me.”

    Catwoman grinned and walked closer. Stephanie shifted herself as if raising her body toward Catwoman to be freed. The feline femme fatale teased her with the key, moving it to her body as if she was still unsure whether she would use the key or not. Stephanie’s entire body quivered in anticipation she had been stuck with the belt for so long the very idea she might be released was intense and intoxicating.

    They key was slid over the metal before coming to the front lock. Catwoman turned the key and slowly slid it into the lock. Stephanie could feel every tumbler move, every millimeter of the key going in before coming to a stop. All Catwoman had to do was turn the key and she would be free! She wanted with everything she had to be free, to take her hands down to the key and turn it herself. However, all she could do was lay immobile and hope to hell that the key was about to be turned.

    “How long has it been?” Catwoman asked, dragging the moment of release out to taunt Stephanie further. “Since I first tricked you into putting this thing on?”

    “Months.” Stephanie replied. “Please free me. I’ll do anything.”

    “Anything?” Catwoman answered in a coy tone. “Even if it was me playing with you once the belt was opened.”

    “Anything!” Stephanie insisted. “Unlock the belt and you can do anything you want to me!”

    “You have yourself a deal dear.” Catwoman said as she turned the key causing the tumblers to move and the belt to give the satisfying click Stephanie was never able to give herself. The lock fell open the bolt no longer going into the housing. It was unlocked!

    Stephanie held her breath as Catwoman pulled the front of the belt away. For the first time in months Stephanie had space between her pussy and the unforgiving metal of the belt. She felt free and it was a feeling like no other. It was going from a tight and unforgiving pressure to freedom and it felt magical. Catwoman pulled the belt down, giving her lots of space and letting the bet rest under her as it was hard to completely remove it as she lay on it.

    “Thank you.” Stephanie asked, tears forming in her eyes from relief. “That feels so good to have away from my body.”

    “I bet it does.” Catwoman replied with a deadpan expression, staring intently on the vagina she just freed from the belt. “Now for my end of the bargain. How would you enjoy to cum?”

    “I would enjoy that!” Stephanie replied, her eagerness impossible to hide. “Please, give me an orgasm!”

    Catwoman smiled and slid off the bed to a dresser nearby, she picked up a purple and black vibrator with a cat face painted on the end. She crawled back onto the bed, positioning herself over Stephanie’s captive and waiting body. She turned it on, creating an enticing buzzing sound.

    She put it against Stephanie’s thigh, allowing her to feel the vibration, setting anticipation to where the device was about to go. Stephanie bit her lip, wanting nothing more in the world than to have that device inside her and stimulating places she was unable to stimulate for some time.

    Catwoman teased Stephanie with the vibrator, only letting a small amount of the vibration to go where it was most wanted. Just when Stephanie started to think she would be teased forever, Catwoman slid the vibrator in. Stephanie moaned, tilting her still coweled head back in pleasure. The vibrator played and danced within her as it searched around for her most venerable spots. Catwoman grinned to herself as she toyed with Stephanie, looking for the spot that would deliver her the most pleasure. Every woman, every pussy had its own most sensitive spot and she intended to find it. She wanted to deliver the most stimulation and it all had to be perfect.

    Catwoman moved the vibrator in deep filling Stephanie’s pussy and causing her to call out again in a gasp. It was the spot and rom the look of Stephanie’s face she was lost in the sensation. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, her breathing growing more intense as her entire body was stimulated by the vibrator. Catwoman moved the vibrating and around the spot, hitting the sweet spot and then moving away, delaying things as much as she could and building it up more and more. She knew that the longer she delayed, the more you made the person want it the more powerful the orgasm would be. It was building to be an explosion a cumming that would last for hours and send shocks through the body from head to toe.

    “Oh god I’m so close.” Stephanie commented. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

    “I am not done with you yet!” Catwoman assured as she continued to toy with the end of the wand, moving it into the most sensitive spot then away, not letting her quite finish the orgasm. It was like an art form keeping Stephanie on the edge of cumming but never quite letting her reach it. She kept her there for several minutes, getting her to nearly cumming before slowly backing her off.

    “Please.” Stephanie begged. “Finish me off, I want to cum so bad.”

    “I know you are.” Catwoman said as she continued to tease Stephanie’s sweet spot and just as it seemed she was about to give her the orgasm she stopped, quickly and unceremoniously withdrawing the want, leaving her on the precipice of an orgasm.

    “Wait!” Stephanie asked in shock as she struggled at her bonds, desperate to reach her own sex and finish the job. “You can’t leave me like this!”

    “My dear Stephanie.” Catwoman said as she got up and put the wand back onto the dresser. “You will find I very much can.”

    Stephanie looked at Catwoman in shock, struggling still at the edge of the orgasm that was teetering on the precipice. She wanted to hold onto the feeling, hoping it might go over and give her the cumming she so desperately wanted. However, to her horror Catwoman came back over to the bed and put her hands on the belt and began to shift it back in place.

    “No, you can’t!” Stephanie begged. “You can’t trap me in that thing again!”

    Catwoman laughed. “You keep telling me things I can’t do. You think you have any power here?”

    “Please…” Stephanie begged, straining against her bonds but getting nowhere. The thought of the orgasm that wasn’t finished was bad enough but the idea of spending even one second more in the belt was abject torture.

    Catwoman put the belt tightly back in place, the unforgiving metal tightly hugging the sensitive parts of Stephanie’s anatomy. She slid the lock in place and as Stephanie looked on in horror, she relocked it. A savage click echoing through Stephanie’s mind, guaranteeing that orgasm would never be finished nor any more for that matter as long as the belt was stuck in place.

    Catwoman stood and put the key into her glove. “This is how I will leave you my dear. I know you are capable of getting out of those bonds eventually so enjoy the bed for now.”

    Stephanie screamed bloody murder as Catwoman left the room. She was frantic and inconsolable and her cries were guttural and desperate. Catwoman went down the hall before slumping to the wall and clutching at her own crotch. She wanted to feel her hand, wanted to feel release but instead felt the unforgiving rigidity of metal. The edging of Stephanie had stimulated her as well and she almost felt like she was along for the ride. However, she knew she couldn’t reach the climax so neither could her prey. She took one last look back at the direction she had left Stephanie and sighed. “At least your belt still has a key…Some of us aren’t so lucky.”

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