The Gamer Chapter 1390 – Chastity Belt (Patreon)

“I have gathered you all to discuss the matter you see before you.” John gestured at the magical chastity belt that lay on the living room table. “First, let’s get the details out of the way. I’ll be opening the Attributes and then pass them around the usual way. Please have a look and make sure whether you have any interest at all.”








The summary of all the Attributes was that this was, indeed, the perfect chastity belt. From being indisputably hygienic to the tools that it gave him to mess with the one wearing it, it had everything. The Legendary part of the budget almost certainly was entirely spent on Master’s Personal Toy and the body altering properties it had.

John gave the windows a tap and they flew over to Eliana. She read through them swiftly, then passed them over to Delicia, who gave them a quick read and then gave them over to Lorelei. The seer only had the windows in front of her to pass them on. Lee gave it all a thorough read, before letting Claire and Aclysia gander at it together. They mumbled to each other, as they passed it onto Metra, who gave it all a careful read before the last person, Hailey, received the windows.

The gathered crowd of women were those that had specifically followed his invitation to talk about whether or not they wanted to wear this chastity belt at all. This was following a preliminary discussion of whether or not any of the girls wanted to use the Master’s Personal Toy attribute to assure they got the sensitive throat out of it. Since it could be made permanent and there was no usage limitation on the number, just wearing it for a limited amount of time and getting rid of it after the change had taken place was an option.

One none of the girls had taken. Firstly, because Delicia had assured she could accomplish the same thing if any of the girls spent an afternoon in the laboratory. Secondly, because there was a general respect for the boundaries of their bodies. Each of the girls accepted that they were different in the way they looked, acted, and even in the ways they were sensitive. They didn’t all want to be universally erogenous.

John loved that restraint, so he dropped the topic the moment they came to that conclusion. It wasn’t like they needed sensitive throats anyway. His Perks already allowed them to enjoy the act of giving more than was reasonable.

“Everyone done reading?” the Gamer asked and received a bunch of nods. “Anyone out from the get go?”

To everyone’s surprise, Eliana raised her hand. “Yeah, fuck me, I feel like this is the kind of perverted fuckery I should be knuckle-deep into but this shit just doesn’t sit right with me,” the pretty little psycho reported. “Fuck, really can’t tell you why… sorry.”

“Don’t apologize!” John was quick to assure her, poking her naked leg with his foot. “It’s all good if you have boundaries. Matter of fact, it’s nice to finally find one of yours.” He tried to loosen the situation with the joke and it worked a bit.

“Guess even my fucked up brain says no to some perverse control play,” Eliana cackled. “I think that’s it? I fucking love you domming and using me, but I want to be around you when you do it. Fuck, but I love collars with nametags? Yeah, I got fucking nothing, I just don’t like it. That’s the best fucking explanation I got.”

John nodded, he could respect that.

“Honestly, I’m just here ‘cause I was wonderin’ what it was about,” Hailey weighed in. “Can see myself wearin’ that durin’ some occasions, but no chance I’m puttin’ that on me for reg’lar life.”

Metra hummed loudly, before saying. “Yeah, I’m gonna pass too. Much as I love being your sex slave and professing to that, I’m not comfortable giving you full control over me touching myself. Wouldn’t work anyway if I wasn’t willing, by the text.”

That left John with Aclysia, Claire, Lee and Lorelei. He spared himself asking the two maids; they were so utterly devoted that it almost defeated the spirit of the exercise for them to wear this. Especially since he could always command them mentally. From his perspective, the chastity belt would not give him more power over them than he already had. They sensed his opinion and dutifully bowed their heads.

Which left him only with Lee and Lorelei. “If I may, I believe I would greatly enjoy this,” the seer spoke up. She shifted where she sat, naked and flushed. “It is no secret that I enjoy being… controlled.”

“Yeah, you fucking would, you kinky ass nun,” Eliana threw in there. “Love your fucking codex and laws, and all of that authority bullshit.”

“Bad girl,” John chided her and gestured for Lorelei to continue.

“Eliana may be putting it ineloquently and in a tone that I find disagreeable, but it is true that I find solace in structure.” Lorelei put her hands in her lap. “I would be honoured to leave my lust to you entirely. I believe it would… enhance my pleasure greatly.”

“Lee, what do you think?”

“I was honestly just going to ask you to use it on me as a more elaborate remote-control vibrator,” Lee confessed. “Soooo… yeah, she can have that.”

“Alright, let’s make sure that we’re in agreement on what it means to wear this.” John now focused solely on Lorelei – in a way that did not cause her to orgasm. “You’re giving me absolute control over your sexual opportunities. That means no orgasm unless I allow it, no touching yourself, not even getting touched by others.” He leaned back and caught a glance of his girlfriend, peeking her head out of the bedroom. This was a consolidated meeting, but the other haremettes were still around. “Now, I can’t stop anyone else from teasing you, but I can stop you from finding any relief in it.”

“I understand, honoured Master,” Lorelei responded in that slightly heated, devoted tone that she had used most of the time when they had first gotten to know each other. It had faded, much like the usage of that specific title, as their relationship went from prophesized to intimate. “If I may present my fantasies on the matter?”

“Please,” John requested, wanting nothing more than the opinion of the submissive he was to take growing control of.

“I imagine exemption from the daily orgies. Not for reasons of my lack of enjoyment or presence. I imagine witnessing and squirming, being made to stand in a corner and observe all that I cannot have. I imagine having to steel my will to overcome growing temptation. My desperation will grow… it will please you greatly to watch me require release… which I will know you will grant me only when you feel generous.” Lorelei was squirming constantly where she sat, struggling to keep her hands from sliding from on her lap to between her thighs. “I will be teased and played with. I will attend the service schedule faithfully, yet only grow needier during its course, never experiencing the true bliss of tasting your seed. My will tested daily, by whatever sexual trials you use the enchantments for. Days or weeks, perhaps even months, where my only intercourse is to serve… all of it culminating in a reward that leaves me spasming. Euphoric for hours, potentially.”

“You are fucking fantastic at selling this. Are you some kind of perverted nun or something?” Eliana chimed in.

“Still ain’t for me,” Hailey said, to the blood mage’s nodding, “but you do make it sound very appealin’.”

John, for his part, had an absolutely massive erection. She had outlined, in terrific detail, what he planned to do to her. It was the part of her being outside the regular harem sex life that had given him the most pause. The daily orgies were a large contributor to their cohesion as a group. Staying in love with a many-faceted group like this was made much easier when there was a daily storm of oxytocin release involved. There was a physical aspect to love that should not go ignored.

If Lorelei’s fantasy not only contained but was partly based upon being ‘put aside’ during these orgies, then that should create no issue. Doubly so if she was still eager and willing to offer her oral services, while only getting her breasts teased in response. Then again, John saw himself opening her up to free orgasms during orgies frequently. She spoke of days, weeks, or months, but he doubted he’d have the patience to deny playing with her for too long. He gave himself two weeks tops, before his cravings inevitably put her into focus.

John stood up and, without another word, took the chastity belt from the table. A demanding gesture let her know to stand herself. Removing the butt plug from her, he moved it over to the Sex Dungeon inventory for automatic cleaning. Then, there were no further obstacles. With a touch of his mana, the front of the belt unlocked, ring and strand parting.

There was no need to ask for further consent. If Lorelei wished to undo the lock in the future, it would react to her desire. As such, John had every assurance he needed to reach around her and bend the opened ring around the top of her hips.

It was a bit too small, initially, for the alluring figure of the seer. The magic inside let John edit that tightness away. He also turned the chastity belt from silver and gold to deep blue and gold in the process. It fit more nicely with the colour scheme, especially with the Lover’s Will mark above where the chastity belt sat.

The ring snapped back together with a satisfying click. A seal not yet ultimate, only made so by the true lock that dangled behind her back from the silk strand. John pulled it between her quivering thighs and brushed over her sopping wet cunt one more time. How long would it be until he released it fully again? Perhaps he would never do so? With the enchantments on it, not even childbirth would demand the removal of the item.

With that finality in mind, he pushed the locking mechanism into its slot. Lorelei’s knees buckled and she moaned, the fantasy becoming reality having a very physical effect on her. Magic buzzed and mechanisms clicked. The lock was closed and her pussy barely visible behind obstructive, thick silk. It quickly drenched and John ran a finger over the dark spot that appeared. Lorelei whimpered, clearly feeling his touch. He played with her for a little bit, gave her that orgasmic attention, and all she could do was writhe, incapable of finding release. Hot and bothered, she stood there, panting as if in heat, with only his grace as her solution.

John pulled his hands back and licked her sweet juices off his fingers, as he rose to his feet. He leaned down to Lorelei’s ear and whispered, “The next time I allow you to cum will be when I finally claim your anal virginity.”

“Yes, Mast-ehr!” The second syllable was compromised by John exerting his control over the item. With the ease of a thought, a new butt plug was filling her backdoor. It, too, would vanish when it got in the way of the call of nature. It would never obstruct, never need cleaning. It would only ever excite.

John gave Lorelei a shove and she fell back into the chair. “You should get a fitting bra – a series of them,” he told her in his dom voice. Seeing her in the chastity belt alone felt unbalanced.

That was when Rave went from observer to participant. She sashayed over, tail curving with every swing of her pear-shaped figure. She placed two hands and her chin on his shoulder and purred, “How about we get her some nice robes, maybe with a few habits? Ya know, the nunny kind.”

“The habits might be overkill,” John thought out loud. “But some modest robes… the kind she’s only allowed to discard when someone wants to play with her body… yes, I think there’s merit to that. You want to get on that or should I?”

“I-if I may,” Lorelei spoke up and then immediately went quiet under the unified gaze of the dominant power couple. Words could hardly describe just how aroused and mighty John felt, when he was next to Rave like this, the two of them intimidating a shared submissive together. It was absolutely intoxicating. His hand wandered down the curve of Rave’s bottom and found her cunt beyond dripping. It was genuinely hard to tell who was more turned on, the cat girl or the seer.

“Ya may,” Rave allowed, her breathing hitching when he pushed two fingers inside her.

“If you would allow me to… I would prefer to design my own outfits according to your specifications. I believe this would be a worthwhile test of my seaming prowess.”

“A delightful idea,” John agreed. “If I like your work enough, I might even reward you.”

Those words held so much more meaning now. Less than five minutes ago, a reward was an above average session. Now it was something she genuinely could not get otherwise. It was the difference between promising a delicious cake to a baker and to a person before the discovery of refined sugar.

Lorelei knew it and she trembled with unmatched anticipation. That the others were not willing or did not believe they would enjoy this was fully understandable. For the submissive seer, however, it almost seemed like her entire sexual development had led up to this point. “I got something more in common with the Warden now,” she whispered under her breath.

“Huhhhmmmh?” Rave was between surprise and lust in that sound, practically riding John’s fingers. “Moi-Moi never wore a chastity beeeeelt…”

“She does not much these days, as her mastery of the blessing and its side effects has been proven to be impressive,” Lorelei reported. “There is a special chastity belt for the Wardens in possession of our branch of the hallowed Order, however, and she wore it since her sexual awakening. It is common procedure. Some young Wardens get too easily lost in the regular desires of adolescence.”

John could imagine that there were also many elements that would have seen seducing a Warden before she could fully manifest her powers as beneficial, for many reasons. ‘The eagerness makes even more sense if her faith has precedent for it,’ he realized. ‘Maybe her entire life really has been leading up to this moment.’

Whether or not it did, his mind was swiftly claimed by lust. Rave climaxed on his fingers and his cock was pulsing fiercely. Obvious was to have Lorelei give him a blowjob. He felt it more torturous and thus appropriate to let her stir where she sat, however. Besides, all the other submissives were turned on by proxy of seeing one of their own fall so deep.

John truly delighted in their differences. Claire, Momo and Delicia could fall completely into mind control, yet none of them would have been so affected and compatible with the demands of a chastity belt like Lorelei was. Lorelei who could not so fully surrender her mind but was so eager to surrender her body. A difference of spirituality, no doubt, of the seer being more temperate. Even if they, and the other submissives, were not willing to commit due to the drawbacks, they could understand the advantages and thus they enjoyed it deeply as Lorelei was made to watch them get railed one after the other.

Even if it was the only good drop from the Raid, it was worth it.